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That night, there was thunder and rain.

In Kangcheng international, song Tingchen paced uneasily. During his meeting this afternoon, he received a message from Qin Youle that she was going to Qin's house.

Song Tingchen looked anxiously at the time. He didn't see Qin Youle's car in the parking lot, so he guessed that she should have gone before driving.

After hesitating for a long time, song Tingchen still chose to call Qin Youle's mobile phone.

The phone rang for a long time, and Qin Youle's tired voice came from the mobile phone: "what's the matter?"

As soon as he heard the voice, song Tingchen knew that things were bad. He went to the sofa, sat down and said softly, "have you eaten yet? Is it still with your father? "

"Yes."

"Well," song Tingchen was nervous. He stood up impatiently and asked in a low voice, "it's raining heavily tonight. Did you drive out?"

At this time, Qin Youle had changed his pajamas and lay in bed with the little monkey she loved when she was a child in her arms.

"I didn't drive here." Qin Youle replied lightly, "I'll spend the night here tonight. You don't have to wait for me."

Song Tingchen's pupils narrowed slightly. He didn't know if he was too sensitive. He heard the feeling of alienation from Qin Youle's tone.

There was no sound in the mobile phone. Qin Youle looked at the mobile phone. She said faintly, "if there is nothing, I'll hang up."

"Wait a minute..." song Tingchen paused. He deliberately raised his voice and pretended to be happy. "Youle, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. Let's have breakfast together."

"No, I'll go straight to the set after breakfast tomorrow."

"Didn't you drive?" Song Tingchen said gently, "I'll pick you up. If I don't go to your house, I'll pick you up at the intersection nearest to your house."

Hearing song Tingchen's almost pleasing voice, Qin Youle was a little soft hearted.

"Because you and song Tingchen are brothers and sisters!"

Qin Huai's words suddenly rang in Qin Youle's ear. Qin Youle painfully grabbed the sheet. She said coldly, "I said no!"

Because the volume suddenly increased, song Tingchen was stunned. His intuition told him that something must have happened to Qin Youle.

"Sorry!" Qin Youle covers her forehead with chagrin. She says, "I'll hang up first."

Before Song Tingchen spoke, Qin Youle quickly hung up her mobile phone. She pressed the mobile phone and held it tightly in her hand.

The rain was still raining outside the window, and the raindrops hit the window. The noise made Qin Youle upset.

Turning over, Qin Youle's eyes turned red when he saw the picture of the whole family on the head of the bed. At this moment, she wanted her mother to talk to her. She missed the past days. Whenever she was wronged at school, her mother always stroked her hair lovingly.

"Mom, I miss you so much." Looking at the beautiful woman in the picture, Qin Youle murmured.

After carefully observing her mother, she found that her mother's eyes were not very big, but their eyes were very charming, some soul stirring feeling.

Qin Youle reached out and rubbed her face. She felt that she was not like her mother. Her mother is more beautiful, but she gives people the feeling of a neighbor's sister. More people have the impression that she is comfortable rather than beautiful, although she is really good-looking and even beautiful.

"I must be crazy!" Qin Youle looked away.

A sense of guilt welled up in Qin Youle's heart. Qin Youle was annoyed that she thought she might not be her parents' own child, which was absurd. She felt guilty for her ideas and sorry for her parents who had worked hard to raise her.

In bed, Qin Youle kept thinking about what sun Huo said to her.

After entering the Song family, song Lixian was not satisfied. He just became a small manager. He began to use means to squeeze out the position originally belonging to Qinhuai. At first, the Song family didn't know song Lixian's purpose, but when the Song family realized it, the Song family's industry was basically under song Lixian's control.

When Qin Huai's father was about to die, song Lixian even forced his critically ill father to change his will and put all the property and industries that should have been inherited by Qin Huai under his name.

Qin Youle can't imagine that song Lixian, who is gentle and elegant in front of the camera, would be a man who seeks to seize his brother's family property. But she thought sun Huo was right. Money can make people devoid of human nature.

Just as Qin Youle tossed and turned, her mobile phone rang again.

Seeing that Huang Zhiming is displayed on the screen, Qin Youle's heart rises. Huang Zhiming usually doesn't call her unless there is something urgent.

Qin Youle hesitated and decided not to answer. She thought that if it was song Tingchen, Huang Zhiming would find a way to solve it. The relationship between Huang Zhiming and song Tingchen was still very deep.

Although she didn't answer, Qin Youle kept staring at the mobile phone screen. She thought that if Huang Zhiming called again, she would answer. But after waiting for ten minutes, the dark screen didn't light up again.

The rain outside the window slowly stopped. I only heard the sound of raindrops on the leaves outside the window on the concrete floor.

Qin Youle turned off the bedside lamp and closed his eyes.

The door was knocked at this time.

"Youle, did you sleep?" Outside the door came some old voices from Qinhuai.

Qin Youle reached out to turn on the light and replied, "not yet."

Seeing the light coming through the crack of the door, Qin Huai had a smile on his face. He approached some and asked, "is it convenient for Dad to come in?"

Qin Youle sat up. She cleared her throat and said, "come in."

"Youle, I haven't spent the night at home for a long time." When Qin Huai said this, he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes. He touched Qin Youle's hair and said, "my daughter has grown up and is getting farther and farther away from my father."

"Dad..." Qin Youle's nose was sour.

Now looking at Qinhuai's face carefully and closely, Qin Youle found that Qinhuai seemed to be getting older again. When laughing, there are several fine lines in the corners of the eyes, and the legal lines are also very obvious. There are senile spots on the hands.

"Silly girl, can't you sleep at night?" Qin Huai looked at Qin Youle painfully and said.

Qin Youle was silent. She thought she couldn't have a good sleep for a long time.

"Dad can't sleep either." Qin Huai sighed, "Youle, these things are already the gratitude and resentment of the previous generation. I don't want you to know, but God makes people, but I didn't expect you to be with..."

"Dad." Qin Youle held Qin Huai's hand. She lowered her head and said slowly, "I'm sorry. I didn't know you had such a relationship with his father."

"Let her go of the past. We should all look forward." Qinhuai patted the back of Qin Youle's hand and comforted, "Youle, Qianyou, dad still wants to apologize to you. I won't interfere with your marriage and love freedom in the future."

"Nothing, Dad, you've apologized." Qin Youle reluctantly pulled the corners of her mouth. She only hoped that Qin Huai would really not interfere with her freedom of marriage and love.

"Youle, I know you may not be able to accept this for a while, but this is a fact. You should understand that you and song Tingchen, both ethically and legally..."

"Dad, I really have nothing to do with him." When he finished speaking, Qin Youle took a deep breath, "I understand what you said. Don't worry, I have discretion in my heart."

"That's good." Qin Huai breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed Qin Youle's face and said, "my daughter is so beautiful. At that time, she will be able to marry a happy husband. If it doesn't help, my father will support her all his life."

Qin Youle smiles bitterly. She and song Tingchen can't see the future. Qin Huai would rather die alone than agree with them.

She and song Tingchen are not only brothers and sisters, but also enemies.

"Dad, do you hate him?"

I didn't expect Qin Youle to ask so. Qin Huai was stunned.

"Hate is normal." Qin Youle lowered her head. If it were her, she thought she would hate it. When Qin Huai wanted to change his name and come to s City, the struggle between the two people should be very fierce, or cruel.

"Youle," Qin Huai whispered slowly, "what your uncle Sun said to you is true, but dad doesn't want to care about so much after most of his life. I don't want you to get involved in this struggle. You and song Tingchen are innocent. "

"Dad..." Qin Youle didn't want to blame Qin Huai. How could she not understand Qin Huai's mood? His daughter fell in love with his arch rival's son. He should be angry.

"Well, rest early." Qin Huai said wearily that tonight's conversation had consumed most of his energy.

"Dad!" Just as Qinhuai turned to go, Qin Youle reached out and hugged Qinhuai.

Feeling Qin Youle's smooth arm around his neck, Qin Huai was stunned for a long time. It was too long since Qin Youle held him last time, so long that he forgot the time.

"What's the matter?" Qin Huai suppressed his excitement and asked calmly.

"Nothing." Qin Youle buried her head in Qinhuai's shoulder socket. She shook her head and whispered, "Dad, I just feel guilty that I haven't seen you for too long and haven't had a good meal with you."

"Silly girl!" Qin Huai smiled lovingly. He patted Qin Youle on the back. "Look, you're thin again. If you eat more and get fat, dad will be happy."

"Yes." Qin Youle held back her tears. She dared not speak again for fear that Qin Huai would hear her cry.

"Well, rest early." Qin Huai's heart still has the feelings of traditional Chinese parents. He seldom expresses his feelings in front of his children.

"Sorry, Dad." Qin Youle murmured.

Watching Qin Huai leave, Qin Youle's tears fell down again. Since her mother's accident, she will no longer take the initiative to snuggle up to Qinhuai and no longer actively express her feelings, as if she suddenly grew up after that time.

Qin Youle didn't know. When Qin Huai came out of her room, tears fell from his fine lined face when he closed the door.

He stood outside the door, letting his tears fall silently.