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After returning home, Qin Youle looked at the bed in Song Tingchen's bedroom and felt that the real test and torture had just begun.

"Song Tingchen, you go to bed tonight. I'll change my script at night." Out of the bathroom, song Tingchen was neatly wrapped and sent back to the bedroom. Qin Youle turned and left.

"Stop."

Hearing song Tingchen's voice, Qin Youle frowned and looked back at Song Tingchen helplessly: "I don't go far, I'll sit on the sofa in the living room. As soon as you call me, I can hear you. Or I can sit in the chair in your bedroom. "

Song Tingchen nodded: "go get your computer in."

Sure enough, song Tingchen can only accept that Qin Youle is busy with his own affairs in his bedroom.

Qin Youle was there to revise the script. Song Tingchen got up and stole a few eyes. He stood behind her and began to put forward suggestions for revision.

Qin Youle was too focused to find song Tingchen standing behind her for a long time. The sudden sound of song Tingchen startled her.

She turned her head and frowned at Song Tingchen: "song Tingchen, your behavior! You are so rude. How can you peek? "

"I've been standing behind you for a long time. I'm just looking." Song Tingchen pursed his lips and pointed to the document on the screen: "it would be better to add a little impact contradiction here. Such a plot is too dull and the audience will fall asleep."

"You!" Qin Youle frowned at Song Tingchen and looked at her own script. She felt that what song Tingchen said seemed to be reasonable.

"And here, we should add a kissing scene, which is more sparking." Song Tingchen dragged his disabled hand and gave Qin Youle some suggestions on modification, "for example, here, the character's reaction is a little broken. According to her character, she should be cruel. And here... Here... "

Qin Youle nodded as he listened and began to revise.

She stared at the computer screen carefully, revised it, and then began to deliver the script.

Song Tingchen looked at her, squinted and smiled. Looking at the delivery mailboxes, he knew one very well.

He secretly sent a message to the other party, sent the name of Qin Youle's script and asked the other party to follow.

The other party was song Tingchen's man, but he didn't expose it to the public.

After receiving song Tingchen's text message, he immediately jumped up from bed, threw down his charming girlfriend, turned on the computer to communicate with Qin Youle, and selected Qin Youle's script.

Qin Youle looked at the selected information on the computer and confirmed it with the other party three times in succession. After an excited shout, ah, he jumped up from his chair and looked at Song Tingchen with bright eyes: "I succeeded! I succeeded! "

She grabbed song Tingchen's hand and was about to jump.

Song Tingchen said, "hands!"

Qin Youle quickly released song Tingchen's hand. She looked at Song Tingchen with embarrassment. After a few seconds of silence, she looked at Song Tingchen and said, "thank you."

Song Tingchen raised his eyebrows and said, "I just don't want to see you waste your time taking care of me."

Qin Youle glanced at him and hooked the corners of his mouth.

Song Tingchen slipped a smile at the bottom of his eyes, but sneered at her: "don't think everything will be all right after passing the script. This is just the beginning. If you collapse like what you wrote earlier, the play may miscarry at any time. At that time, the script you bother to write may not be available at all. Don't be conceited and complacent. "