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In order to increase the crew's favor for her, Han Yi also wanted to pretend to be considerate and persuade everyone to drink less wine, but when she saw he Mo looking at her all the time, she silently swallowed what had come to her mouth.

"By the way, this coat Han Yi, please send it back to Director Song." Li Changji looked at Song Tingchen's coat and said, "I remember you seem to live in the same community as Director Song, don't you?"

"This..." Han Yi hesitated at the thought of the scene just happened. She thought it would be embarrassing to see song Tingchen now. It will be a few days before she can act as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Han Yi embarrassed, he Mo said faintly, "Li Changji, I'll come. Tomorrow I'm just going to dawn. I'll send this coat to Director Song."

"All right." Li Changji nodded. He looked at Han Yi and said with a smile, "I think Han Yi and director song live in Kangcheng international. It would be more convenient for her to send it."

"That..." Han Yi said in embarrassment. "In the evening, Lu Zhu booked me a room outside, so I won't go back."

"Like this!" Li Changji smiled brightly, "Han Yi, it's inconvenient to say it earlier. If you don't go back and ask you to deliver your coat, won't it be difficult for you? And you're a woman. It's really inconvenient to send clothes to guide song. It's my lack of consideration. "

Han Yi smiled awkwardly.

Sitting on the other side, he Mo has a faint smile on his face and has been looking at Han Yi. Han Yi was a little fidgety all night and finally left early.

"Mr. Song, come and have a cup of tea and wine." Huang Zhiming made a cup of tea and handed it to song Tingchen sitting on the sofa.

Song Tingchen drank a lot of wine tonight. At this time, his head was still dizzy.

"Lie down for a while." Seeing that song Tingchen seemed still very uncomfortable, Huang Zhiming said anxiously, "it will be more comfortable to lie down."

"Nothing." Song Tingchen drank a whole cup of strong tea. As soon as the cup was put down, song Tingchen felt a bout of nausea. He hurried to the bathroom and vomited out all the wine and food he ate at night.

"Mr. Song, are you okay?" Huang Zhiming knocked on the door outside the bathroom and asked loudly. Song Tingchen locked the door. He couldn't get in.

The sound of vomiting came out of the bathroom. Huang Zhiming was so frightened that he closed his eyes. This way of vomiting had to spit out gastric acid.

"Mr. Song, open the door and let me in!" Huang Zhiming said anxiously, "spit slowly. It's too hurtful to spit it all out."

After a burst of vomit, song Tingchen only felt that his stomach was empty. After pumping the water, looking at the haggard man in the mirror, song Tingchen couldn't help crying. He sobbed in a low voice, and all his tears gushed out like uncontrollable.

It was a long time before the door was opened.

"President song!" Huang Zhiming hurriedly held the weak song Tingchen. "President song, are you okay? Go straight to bed. "

Song Tingchen let Huang Zhiming hold him. After vomiting, he felt that his head was not so heavy at last. However, it also seemed to take away all his strength. He had never wanted to go to bed to rest like today.

He managed to get song Tingchen to bed, took off his clothes and wiped his face. Huang Zhiming was too tired.

"God, this smell of wine!" Huang Zhiming threw his clothes into the frame. Unexpectedly, the ring fell out of his pocket and fell silently on the carpet.

"Alas!" Looking at the wedding ring, Huang Zhiming sighed. He picked up the ring and stood up. Looking at Song Tingchen's pale face, he couldn't help blaming himself.

Song Tingchen no longer asks about the investigation every day. He seems to gradually understand that if Qin Youle doesn't consciously come back, he may not find her in his life.

"God is so unfair sometimes." Gently put the ring on the table. Huang Zhiming sighed, "as long as it's not so affectionate, it'll be much better."

Afraid that song Tingchen would be uncomfortable in the middle of the night, Huang Zhiming spent the night on the sofa.

The night left quietly, and the sun rose gradually from the sea level. Today is the last day of the year.

Feeling the sun shining, song Tingchen slowly opened his eyes and rubbed his swollen temples. Seeing that the sun had shone on the bed through the curtain, song Tingchen took a hard look at his mobile phone. It was more than seven o'clock.

"Damn it, I overslept." Song Tingchen felt a little incredible. He only came back to the hotel at more than 10 o'clock yesterday. Unexpectedly, he could sleep so long and had no dreams all night.

"Mr. Song, you're awake." Huang Zhiming has changed into a clean suit, and his hair is shiny, just like an urban elite.

Song Tingchen glanced at Huang Zhiming angrily and complained, "here, you don't know to wake me up, do you?"

"I......" Huang Zhiming blinked twice and said innocently, "Mr. Song, I have called you twice this morning, and your alarm clock has rung twice. You can't afford to stay in bed by yourself."

"Can't get up in bed?" Song Tingchen snorted coldly, "you call to order breakfast, and then clean up my things. I have to take a bath."

"OK, OK, go quickly." Huang Zhiming looked at the time and whispered, "I'll spend a lot of time getting my hair later. Go quickly."

"Also, remember to call them to change the sheets for me." Song Tingchen looked at the messy bed and couldn't help frowning. He went to bed without taking a bath last night.

"I know, I know." Huang Zhiming urged, "don't worry, I know."

Following song Tingchen for more than three years, Huang Zhiming had already found out song Tingchen's living habits.

After some preparation, song Tingchen was already late when he went out.

"Mr. Song, this is the first time in more than three years that you are late!" When taking the elevator, Huang Zhiming couldn't help laughing.

"Very happy, isn't it?" Song Tingchen glanced at Huang Zhiming unhappily and said coldly, "write this account down to you. I'll talk to the personnel department and count it on your head."

Huang Zhiming looked at Song Tingchen in disbelief: "President song, isn't it appropriate for you to do this? If I hadn't worried about you, I wouldn't have stayed here last night. I wouldn't have been late. "

"Driving, so much nonsense!" Song Tingchen glanced at Huang Zhiming and couldn't help laughing. His only fun now is to be angry with Huang Zhiming every day.

"President song!" As soon as song Tingchen entered the office, Zheng Huier said, "President song, he Mo came to you. I asked him to go directly to the office to find you."

Song Tingchen was surprised, but he nodded: "wait a minute, tell me today's arrangement, and make a cup of coffee."

"Yes!" Zheng Huier said smartly.

As soon as song Tingchen opened the door, he Mo stood up: "Director Song!"

Song Tingchen nodded slightly. He took off his coat and put it on the chair. "Why are you here?"? How was your game last night? "

"Your coat left in the restaurant last night." He Mo looked into song Tingchen's eyes and said, "I want to send it to you. I happen to have something for you today."

"Drink water." Song Tingchen poured a glass of water to he Mo, smiled and nodded, "it's hard for you. What do you want from me? It won't be asking for leave? "

He Mo lowered his head and smiled. He took a sip of water: "I may not be able to attend the publicity of S City, but I will come back at other stations."

Song Tingchen leaned lazily on the back of the sofa. He looked at he Mo and asked, "I've made up my mind, haven't I?"

He Mo nodded seriously: "we have been together for a long time. I think it's time to give her an explanation."

Song Tingchen nodded approvingly: "speaking from the bottom of his heart, Lin Yi is really a good girl. Cherish it. It's not easy for two people who love each other to be together. "

"President Song..."

"But, he Mo, I have a request." Song Tingchen touched his chin and said, "I hope this matter will not be announced too early. If you can, I hope your studio can cooperate with our film promotion period. What do you think?"

"No problem." He Mo immediately agreed.

"Won't Lin Yi have an opinion?" Song Tingchen asked with some worry, "if she thinks it's bad for you to hype your feelings?"

"It's okay." He Mo said confidently, "Lin Yi is not that sensitive, suspicious and pretentious girl."

"Moreover," he Merton said with some loss, "Lin Yi has a good relationship with Youle. She will support Youle's first play. We will both publicize the film."

"Thank you." Song Tingchen nodded deeply.

"President song, is there still no news from Youle?" He Mo asked anxiously.

"No." Song Tingchen said calmly that he could pretend to be nothing, but every time he mentioned Qin Youle, those damn memories would still come to his mind and make him uncomfortable for a while.

"Two days ago, I sent an email to Youle." He Mo thought for a moment and said, "I told her yesterday was the time for the film to finish. I asked her if she wanted to come back, even if she came back secretly."

Song Tingchen looked at he Mo calmly: "has she returned to you?"

"Back." He Mo nodded. "She said she wanted to go back to s City, but she couldn't come back. She said she couldn't come back for some important reasons, and begged me not to tell you the news. "

"Thank you." Knowing he Mo's good intentions, song Tingchen nodded gratefully.

"Nothing," he Mo sighed. "Youle has left for a month. Do you know why she left suddenly? I heard her tone that there should be something very important that made her have to leave. "

"I think I should know." Song Tingchen said sadly that he could almost think of Qin Youle's situation. It should be very helpless.

Song Tingchen's look let he Mo know that some things were inconvenient to say. He clenched his hands and stood up: "President song, I have brought the news. No matter what happens between you, I want to say a word for Youle. "

"You say!" Song Tingchen also stood up.

"First, she really loves you; Second, she is a strong and optimistic girl. You shouldn't give up. "