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When Qin Youle finished his work and sat down face to face with him, song Tingchen looked at her and said nothing.

Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen suspiciously: "do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Song Tingchen closed his eyes: "

He took the box out of his hand, put it on the tea table and pushed it in front of Qin Youle.

It was as like as two peas of a watch box, which was broken by Qin Yu Le yesterday.

"What is this?" Qin Youle opens the box and sees a good new watch inside. She looks at Song Tingchen.

Song Tingchen looked cold and said in a deep voice, "take it! Give it to the person you should give it to, to your boyfriend. "

While talking, Qin Youle seemed to hear song Tingchen bite his back teeth.

Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen and narrowed his eyes: "who said my watch was for him? It's a father's Day gift for my father."

"What?" Song Tingchen looked sideways at Qin Youle, with a glimmer of sunshine in his eyes.

That look was like a rainbow after the storm. A dark cloud disappeared in an instant.

"For my dad."

"Father's Day is nearly two months away."

"Yes! My boyfriend is going on a business trip. My father's taste is the same as him, so I want to ask him to help advise and choose my father's father's Day gift before he goes on a business trip, that's all. " Qin Youle took his watch, looked at Song Tingchen and nodded: "reluctantly accept your apology. Although you didn't say sorry, you can still act. I said I forgive you. "

Qin Youle hooked his lips and looked at Song Tingchen and smiled.

Song Tingchen seemed to be in a good mood. Although he didn't speak, he was a lot lighter between his eyebrows and eyes. But Qin Youle didn't notice.

That night, Qin Youle deeply realized what it means not to give people a good face, because he will pay a price for it.

I thought that after last night's unhappy separation, they could sleep in their own bedrooms.

But unexpectedly, song Tingchen knocked on the door in the evening.

Qin Youle opened the door with a puzzled face and saw song Tingchen's dark and cold face: "Why are you still here? Why don't you come? "

"Why should I go there?"

"I want to take a bath."

"How did you solve it last night?" Qin Youle looks at Song Tingchen. She knows that although his arm is still in plaster, he can take care of himself.

"Last night, of course, I hired someone to solve it. It's a pity to leave you as a murderer now."

"What are you talking about?!" Qin Youle frowned, closed the door and followed song Tingchen into the bathroom.

As soon as he entered the door, song Tingchen put her against the wall. Song Tingchen looked down at her with thin lips and a low voice: "why?"

"What? Why?" Qin Youle lowered his head, and song Tingchen's nose just rubbed against her forehead.

Her eyebrows felt the burning breath of his breath.

Awkward posture, warm. The ambiguous atmosphere made Qin Youle nervous. Qin Youle bit his lips and turned crimson. She couldn't hear song Tingchen's response, so she asked again in a low voice: "what, why? What the hell are you talking about? If you have nothing to do, just climb into the bathtub. "

Qin Youle held out his hand and pushed song Tingchen's left chest, but song Tingchen grabbed his wrist. Song Tingchen bowed his head and became angry. His thin lips swept Qin Youle's ears and sent out a mystery. The man's low voice: "I have something to say and something to say. Why don't I break up with your boyfriend?"

Qin Youle's breath stagnated. She looked up at Song Tingchen's eyes. In his eyes, she saw a feeling of injury.

Qin Youle bowed his head and bit his red lips. He didn't speak for a long time.

She didn't answer song Tingchen's question. Maybe she didn't know how to answer it at all. How can she answer it so that song Tingchen won't get angry and repeat the terrible situation of parting unhappily like yesterday.

She stretched out her hand and pushed song Tingchen's shoulder: "go take a bath."

She bit her lip and looked up at Song Tingchen. Her eyes were soft. The soft discussion and sincere eyes finally convinced the stubborn song Tingchen.

Song Tingchen closed his eyes, as if with a short sigh, and finally turned into the bathtub.

Qin Youle sat beside the bathtub, absentmindedly rubbing song Tingchen's back.

Song Tingchen suddenly grabbed her hand and looked at her with burning eyes.

It was the hunter's eyes that made Qin Youle feel dangerous.

Qin Youle lost the towel in his hand, got up and stepped back several steps, but song Tingchen held his hand.

"What are you hiding from? What are you running for? " Song Tingchen stared at Qin Youle with deep and bright eyes.

Qin Youle shook his head and nodded, a little at a loss: "No."

Song Tingchen's eyes made her a little flustered.

"No? Then come! " Song Tingchen pulled Qin Youle, turned his head and closed his eyes.

Qin Youle breathed a sigh of relief and continued to wipe song Tingchen's back.

After taking a bath, Qin Youle returned to song Tingchen's room, but Qin Youle did not dare to sit on song Tingchen's bed.

Song Tingchen looked at her very wrong tonight.

The wolf like look made Qin Youle uneasy.

Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen and muttered, "I'm going to study a new script tonight. You, you and yourself sleep! I'll sit here. "

Qin you clapped the back of the chair, but turned it over.

After a loud bang, Qin Youle leaned down and helped the chair up.

She looked at Song Tingchen, pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled awkwardly.

Song Tingchen took the book in his hand, glanced sideways at Qin Youle and sneered: "laugh more ugly than cry. If you can't laugh, don't laugh."

Song Tingchen glanced at Qin Youle, put down his book and looked at Qin Youle: "don't think I don't know what you're thinking? Don't think too much. What can I do like this? "

Song Tingchen looked down at his right arm. Although his hand in plaster was getting better, it hurt muscles and bones for 100 days, and it was nearly two months before he removed the plaster.

Think about it. Two months later, after he removed the plaster, it would be father's day.

He looked at Qin Youle, his sword eyebrows slightly picked, and his smile was cunning, which made Qin Youle's scalp numb.

Qin Youle grunted and looked at Song Tingchen and smiled.

Song Tingchen raised his chin to her, looked at his bed and motioned to let her come back to sleep at ease.

Qin Youle came forward trembling. Every nerve and cell in her body was tight. She lay down uneasily and felt song Tingchen's arms hooped up.

Qin Youle was about to move when he heard song Tingchen's low voice ringing in her ear. It was almost imperative to drop two words: "don't move."

Qin Youle didn't dare to move, so he had to close his eyes.

In recent months, when she slept next to him, the most she heard was these two words. Don't move.

Qin Youle doesn't understand. Since you're afraid of her moving, don't force her to sleep here!

But song Tingchen just didn't do it and played with the flow. Hooligans, while forcibly tied her around.

As the night grew darker, Qin Youle fell asleep slowly.

The people behind her squinted at her and hooked her mouth. After she fell asleep, she also fell asleep quietly.

Two months passed in a twinkling of an eye. During this period, the preparations for shooting were carried out in an orderly manner. Song Tingchen's situation was getting better and better. His arms had been removed from the plaster and he could even drive.

But during this period, song Tingchen probably knew that he could no longer bind Qin Youle for personal care and inhuman torture, so he could call Qin Youle hard.

Several times, Qin Youle almost got angry.

Moreover, after song Tingchen was able to drive, he wandered around. Then he became an uninvited guest.

In a box at the Silverton hotel.

Qiao Qianyou and Qin Youle, who have just returned from a business trip, have dinner with Qin's father.

"Dad! Happy father's day. " Qin Youle showed his gift and handed it to him with a clever face.

"Well, my good daughter is becoming more and more sensible and knows how to give gifts to her father." Qin's father took the watch box and opened it. The surprise between his eyebrows and eyes could not escape Qin Youle's eyes.

Qin Fu looked at Qin Youle and nodded“ My daughter has good taste! It's a gift for Dad. Dad likes it very much. "

"Qianyou helped me choose it. Qianyou gave very good advice. " Qin Youle looks at Qiao Qianyou and gives him a grateful look.

Qin Fu looked at Qiao Qianyou with admiration and nodded again and again: "it's really difficult for you. I have a heart. Qianyou, it's hard for you. "

"Uncle, this is what I should do. This is my little thought. Please accept it. " Qiao Qianyou took out the red wine on the chair next to him: "this is what I brought back from the red wine villa in France on this business trip. I know my uncle likes to drink red wine. This year and brand of red wine taste very mellow. "

"Qianyou, thank you, but today is father's day. You give me a gift. Does that mean anything else? " Qin's father looked at Qin Youle and Qiao Qianyou. The meaning of urging marriage was obvious.

Qin Youle and Qiao Qianyou both lowered their heads and smiled, but their smiles didn't reach the bottom of their eyes.

"Qianyou?" Qin's father called Qiao Qianyou again. Obviously, he still planned to continue the topic.

With a bang, the door of the box was suddenly opened and an uninvited guest rushed in.

Qin Youle stood up in surprise, "song Tingchen?"

Qin Fu looked at Song Tingchen and snorted coldly. His eyebrows and eyes all stood up.

Song Tingchen didn't see it, but he farted. Gu sat down and looked at Qin Youle and Qin Fu and smiled, "excuse me, excuse me."

"Why sit down if you know to disturb me." Qin Fu glanced sideways at Song Tingchen and was angry.

Song Tingchen looked at Qin's father, shook his body faintly and smiled: "I seem to have gone to the wrong private room. But let it be. "

Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen and clearly drank too much.

She went forward and frowned at Song Tingchen: "which private room are you in? I'll take you back."

"Mr. Wang, he's gone! Xiao Zhao, send it to President Wang. " Song Tingchen hiccupped. It was obviously the end of the party. I don't know why he wandered around by himself.

Qin Youle frowned and was thinking about what to do with the drunkard. Song Tingchen suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Youle.