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The clear fundus of my eyes didn't look drunk at all.

Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen and bit her lip. She knew that the man was pretending to be drunk.

Song Tingchen tilted his head to fall on Qin Youle.

Qin Fu stretched out his arm, pulled song Tingchen's back neck collar and dragged the man back. He looked at Qin Youle and ordered in a deep voice: "Youle, go back and sit down."

Qin's father obviously didn't want song Tingchen and Qin Youle to have too much contact, let alone physical contact.

Song Tingchen simply fell on Qin's father.

Qin's father turned his head in disgust.

Qiao Qianyou looked at Song Tingchen and the subtle attitude of the Qin family. He deeply felt that something was wrong between them.

Is song Tingchen here to rob his girlfriend?

Qiao Qianyou squints at Song Tingchen.

Qiao Qianyou's probing eyes tightened Qin Youle's heart. Qin Youle held his hand tightly and looked at Song Tingchen. It was a general look for help.

She wanted him to leave.

Song Tingchen hooked his lips, looked at Qin Youle's pathetic little eyes, pursed his lips, and got up to leave.

As soon as he turned around, he heard Qin's father's voice: "Qianyou, it's time for you and Youle to get married. I've seen it for a few days, so I'll get the marriage certificate first. What do you mean? "

Although Qin Fu looked at Qiao Qianyou, his eyes secretly glanced at Song Tingchen's face.

Qin Fu's subtle eyes did not escape Qiao Qianyou's eyes. Qiao Qianyou nodded with the trend: "that's what I mean. Youle and I really should get married. We'll get the marriage certificate next month, and the wedding can also be prepared. "

While talking, Qiao Qianyou held Qin Youle's hand.

Qin Youle subconsciously peeks at Song Tingchen. Song Tingchen looks sideways, hooks his lips, smiles, and turns away. His smile was filled with a feeling of endless cold.

One meal Qin Youle ate was uneasy. After the meal was over. Qin's father walked happily with Qiao Qianyou. He staggered, but his eyes were full of smiles. He swept away the unhappiness of seeing song Tingchen before.

Qin Youle looked at Qiao Qianyou and pursed his lips: "Qianyou, take my father home first. My friend has something to do with me. I have an appointment with her. I have to find her. "

"Good!" Qiao Qianyou helped Qin Fu get on the bus and drove away.

Looking at the car driving away, Qin Youle's face gradually sank.

She looked at the text message on her mobile phone and frowned helplessly.

The text message was a secret conversation between her and song Tingchen at the banquet table just now.

Qin Youle: you go first. I'll talk to you when I get back.

Song Tingchen: come to the parking lot after dinner.

After a short text message conversation, song Tingchen got up and left.

Qin Youle sipped his red lips, took a deep breath, straightened his back, and walked to the parking lot in high heels.

Parking lot.

Qin Youle saw song Tingchen's car in a pile of cars.

She stepped on high heels, walked slowly over, knocked on song Tingchen's door, and the window rolled down. Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle and hooked his lips. His low voice was still cold: "get in the car."

His thin lips gently pursed, faintly spit out two words and ordered to make a sound.

Qin Youle nodded, opened the door and got on the bus.

As soon as she got into the co pilot's seat, song Tingchen leaned over. He held him tightly and the turbulent kisses kept falling down.

"Oh, oh, oh," Qin Youle resisted and struggled, but to no avail.

She struggled fiercely. After song Tingchen let her go, he rubbed a threat in her ear: "if you dare to move around again, don't blame me for doing something out of control. You should know that the car has always been a warm and good place. I'm all right. I'm in good health. I don't care about the car shock. If you want to play the car shock, I'll be very helpful. "

Song Tingchen's thin lips swam in her ear. Walking, the threatening tone can't be more obvious.

Song Tingchen's cold laughter frightened Qin Youle's neck and changed. State, it's really getting more and more terrible.

She didn't dare to move. Anyway, she didn't have enough strength to resist. Song Tingchen's big tongue raged in her mouth and sucked the sweetness of her air.

He kissed enough, felt her breath, and felt that she was not so far away from himself.

Song Tingchen turned around and sat in the car. He looked at Qin Youle and said, "go home."

Qin Youle wiped his mouth, frowned and muttered angrily, "go home and drive! I'm the co pilot. "

"Said you drive, you will drive." Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle contemptuously, proudly raised his chin, held the steering wheel in his hand, stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly drove to the parking lot and drove towards the Song family.

The car left the parking lot and was driving on the road. Song Tingchen looked at the road ahead, his thin lips slightly pursed, his voice was deep and cold, and almost said in a questioning tone: "what's the matter with that man? Are you getting married? "

The more song Tingchen said, the tighter his eyebrows were.

"The details haven't been discussed yet. My father suddenly put it forward." Qin Youle bowed his head. There was no joy and happiness of the new bride on his face. On the contrary, he looked very distressed.

Song Tingchen Yu Guang saw Qin Youle's expression, and the corners of his lips raised gently.

In fact, his heart has begun to plan to get the certificate with Qin Youle. In any case, he has to coax and cheat Qin Youle to get the certificate with himself. He will never give other men the chance to take Qin Youle away, not at all.

Qin Youle is his. No one can rob him! Song Tingchen looked at the road ahead more and more deeply. He stepped down on the accelerator and the car sped away.

Song Tingchen has his abacus in his heart, and Qin Youle has her troubles in his heart.

In fact, she didn't love Qiao Qianyou, but his father liked Qiao Qianyou. He even worried too much and was hospitalized.

For the sake of family affection, Qin Youle agreed to associate with Qiao Qianyou, but the reluctantly feeling was not love after all. She didn't feel at all when she looked at Qiao Qianyou.

The man she felt was Qin Youle, with a frown on her face. She looked at Song Tingchen with painful tears at the bottom of her eyes. The man she loved was him!

Even if he did those bastards, she still loved him! But she and song Tingchen are impossible, never.

Thinking of this, Qin Youle's hand clenched tightly. The pain spread across her face. It makes her feel suffocated and uncomfortable.

This uncomfortable feeling was worse than death, which made her miserable and miserable.

When he returned to song's house, Qin Youle's face had become very pale. When song Tingchen got off the bus, looking at Qin Youle's pale face, he hurried to her, grabbed her hand and asked her, "are you okay? You look ugly. "

When seizing her hand, song Tingchen found that her hand was also very cold.

Song Tingchen frowned: "did I scare you?" Song Tingchen thought it was his strong kiss that frightened Qin Youle. A little guilty apology rose on his face. He looked at Qin Youle and said in a concerned voice with deep remorse and shame: "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, I'm fine." Qin Youle shook his head. "I just have a headache."

Qin Youle turns to leave, and song Tingchen's eyes are caught behind her. A piece of red attracted me.

He knows why she has a headache. She should have a stomachache in addition to a headache.

Song Tingchen stopped Qin Youle: "stop."

He took off his suit and coat and wrapped it around Qin Youle's waist.

Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen with a muddled face. Song Tingchen looked at her and gently picked his sword eyebrow: "don't you think your stomach hurts?"

Qin Youle touched his stomach and frowned: "it seems so."

Then she looked at Song Tingchen's suit tied around her waist and understood in an instant. The great aunt arrived. No wonder she feels bad.

embarrassed! She is not only in a bad mood, but also numb in her physical reaction. Why is she so unlucky.

She looked at Song Tingchen, her face turned pale and red: "sorry, I'll wash my suit."

Then she looked at Song Tingchen's car.

Song Tingchen looked down her eyes: "

He crossed his waist and sighed. Sure enough, his co pilot's seat suffered.

"Why is there such a confused woman like you in the world? You have a headache, a stomachache - I don't know? " Song Tingchen grinned at Qin Youle.

Qin Youle rubbed his forehead and lowered his head without squeaking.

Song Tingchen looked at her, frowned and held her arm upstairs: "let's go. I'll take you upstairs and cook you brown sugar ginger tea. "

He looked at Qin Youle's wronged appearance and dared not say anything about her.

Upstairs.

Qin Youle leaned on the sofa and watched song Tingchen busy. When she was moved, a trace of darkness rose in her heart.

Song Tingchen has been bothering her for several months. Now she also enjoys the feeling of being served by song Tingchen. Cool!

Thinking so, Qin Youle's physical and mental discomfort has been alleviated a lot.

When song Tingchen handed brown sugar ginger tea to her, he looked at her expression, the corners of his lips tilted slightly, and aroused a faint sneer, angry and helpless.

She was so careful that she couldn't hide it from Song Tingchen. Song Tingchen saw what Qin Youle was thinking at a glance, but he didn't expose it. He quietly looked at her with such a small complacency between her eyebrows and eyes.

He looked at her, his eyes could not help being gentle, with a trace of doting.

That night, Qin Youle, who had moved back to his room to sleep, suddenly heard a knock at the door.

She sat on the bed and looked at Song Tingchen who came in. A bad feeling arose in her heart: "what's the matter with you?"

Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle's meaningful eyebrow and smiled: "in return for taking care of me for so many days, you are uncomfortable today. I take care of you. In order to make it convenient for you to call me at night, so I decided to take you in for one night. You sleep in my room tonight."

Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle and smiled.

Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen's sly smile and said, "what are you talking about? Are you kidding? I don't need your care, and nothing will call you at night. Usually this situation is a deep sleep, and even don't want to get up the next day. You move me to your room. How can I sleep well? I won't go to your room. You go out. "

Qin Youle pointed to the door and politely asked song Tingchen to go out for him.