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Qin Youle said, and began to joke solemnly.

"Uncle knows that I spend money. I'm afraid it's too late to be happy."

"No!" Qin Youle shook his head.

"All right!" Qiao Qianyou shrugged his shoulders, "I admit defeat. My princess, where are you going now? "

When he said this, the phone rang: "sorry, I'll answer the phone." Qiao Qianyou walked aside while answering the phone.

There was a man's voice on the phone, but he was a little nervous.

After he came back, he looked at Qin Youle's apology: "sorry, the company has something temporary. I have to go first."

"OK, you go. I'm fine. I can go back by myself." Qin Youle looked at Qiao Qianyou and smiled. Qiao Qianyou's phone rang again. Qiao Qianyou frowned and answered the phone. His voice was very gentle, even with a taste of doting.

If Qin Youle didn't clearly hear the voice outside the phone, and it was a man's voice, Qin Youle would doubt Qiao Qianyou. It's wrong.

Although he thinks so, Qin Youle doesn't have a trace of panic. He doesn't even have a trace of panic in his heart.

On the contrary, after Qiao Qianyou's back disappeared, Qin Youle's heart was inexplicably relaxed.

When he returned to song's house, Qin Youle was startled by song Tingchen on the sofa as soon as he walked into the living room.

He was sitting on the sofa with a cold face. When he saw Qin Youle, his face seemed even worse.

Qin Youle stared at Song Tingchen.

"Did you have fun?" Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle and his lips were light. Sen's cold tone was his face as cold as a glacier.

He walked slowly, with an extremely terrible aura. That feeling made Qin Youle feel depressed, his scalp numb, and he couldn't help but want to step back.

Qin Youle retreated, but there was no way to retreat. She leaned her back against the door and turned to open the door to escape. Song Tingchen locked the door first, and he rolled Qin Youle with one hand.

He put her against the door, and the crazy kiss fell down like a storm, and he corrected it to death. Wrapped around Qin Youle's tongue. Head, wrapped in Qin Youle's tongue.

Qin Youle refused him, but he didn't dare to push his right hand with plaster.

She frowned fiercely, and song Tingchen pressed her body. In Qin Youle, touch Qin Youle's gift bag.

Qin Youle felt it and reached out to stop it, but it was too late.

Song Tingchen took the gift box and left Qin Youle's lips. He stepped back, raised the gift box and looked at Qin Youle with a sneer.

Qin Youle wiped his lips and looked at Song Tingchen: "give it back to me!"

She reached for it, but song Tingchen held it high. She jumped and grabbed it. Between the two people, the box fell to the ground and the watch fell out.

Song Tingchen was very tall. With his arm raised, he fell down at such a height, and the pointer on the dial didn't go for a moment.

Qin Youle picked up his watch, looked at Song Tingchen in amazement and shouted at him, "it's inexplicable! Song Tingchen, you are sick! Why do you rob me? Why did you kiss me again? I've taken care of you for so long. It's hard without credit. Why do you treat me like this? You're crazy?! Song Tingchen, you are an asshole! "

Qin Youle took his watch and watched song Tingchen scold endlessly.

Song Tingchen closed his thin lips tightly into a straight line, looked at her and sneered: "as for? It's just a watch. "