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"Don't go!" Song Tingchen had guessed a few points. He said coldly, "there is still a startup meal in the evening. You are a screenwriter and can't be absent."

Of course, Qin Youle knows that as an unsophisticated screenwriter, it doesn't matter what occasion she is absent. No one will care about her. The reason why the crew are polite to her today is all because of song Tingchen.

"Youle!" Qiao Qianyou stepped down from the car and waved to Qin Youle.

"Come on, I really have something." Qin Youle said, bypassing song Tingchen.

"Are you okay?" Qiao Qianyou asked with concern as he opened the door for Qin Youle.

"Nothing." Qin Youle shook her head unnaturally. Now she just wants to leave here quickly. When she came towards Qiao Qianyou just now, she felt the burning eyes behind her.

Song Tingchen's sinister eyes met Qiao Qianyou's inquiring eyes.

Watching the car leave, song Tingchen showed a cold smile and clenched his fist tightly.

At the corner, the figure of a woman flashed by.

Inside the black car.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that Qin Youle didn't speak, Qiao Qianyou asked politely.

Qiao Qianyou's attitude towards Qin Youle has always been gentle and polite, modest and gentleman, taking good care of him and alienating him.

Qin Youle looked back. Qiao Qianyou smiled and said, "it's all right."

"That man seems to be from Chenxi group..."

"He's just my director!" Before Qiao Qianyou finished, Qin Youle explained nervously.

Seeing Qin Youle's flustered eyes, Qiao Qianyou smiled and said, "what's the matter? Suddenly so nervous? "

Qiao Qianyou's eyes became more suspicious. He looked at Song Tingchen before he got on the bus, which made him feel something wrong. It seems that the relationship between song Tingchen and Qin Youle is not simple!

Qin Youle smiled awkwardly: "I'm afraid you misunderstood."

"How." Qiao Qianyou's tone is still calm. When he speaks, his tone is always plain, rarely emotional, and people can't figure out what his mood is when he speaks.

"Don't you care at all?" Qin Youle asked unexpectedly that she had no feelings for Qiao Qianyou. At the same time, she also realized that Qiao Qianyou had no feelings for her, at least not warm.

"Why do you think so?" I didn't expect Qin Youle to ask so. Qiao Qianyou hesitated and said, "respect each other's privacy. I believe you."

Qin Youle didn't speak, and Qiao Qianyou stopped talking.

Qiao Qianyou drove with Qin Youle and stopped at a high-end clothing store.

"Didn't you say you were going to pick out gifts?" Seeing the clothing store, Qin Youle asked in surprise.

"I've bought everything. I'll just say you bought it." Qiao Qianyou said gently, "I'm afraid you're too hard, so I'm ready in advance. Now, it's mainly you who want to change clothes."

Qiao Qianyou smiled and looked at Qin Youle.

Qin Youle looked at his clothes and said sorry, "sorry, I didn't know it would be so late. I thought..."

"It's all right. First choose a suit of clothes, and then take you to the beauty shop next to you for a change." Qiao Qianyou was still smiling. He hardly spoke loudly to Qin Youle.

Qin Youle was silent.

"Your girlfriend is so beautiful, sir!" The salesgirl's face was a standardized smile.

Qin Youle was wearing a short wine red skirt, which wrapped her exquisite figure, protruding forward and warping back. Her figure was very good.

But Qiao Qianyou still just smiled politely. Although he was stunned, he had no love in his eyes.

"Miss Qin, you have a good figure." The salesgirl stood behind Qin Youle and exclaimed, "her skin is like coagulated fat, which matches this skirt very well."

Qin Youle smiled quietly and didn't speak. She seldom dressed like this. However, since Qiao Qianyou is ready, she is also embarrassed to refuse. Regardless of comfort, this dress is really in line with her whole temperament.

Qiao Qianyou walked behind Qin Youle. He pulled away her long hair and said softly, "it's beautiful!"

Qin Youle also politely smiled back. If someone observed carefully, they would find that they were very polite to each other, or even alienated, which was not the state that lovers should have.

In front of Qiao's villa.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Qin Youle stop, Qiao Qianyou asked suspiciously.

There are three floors in the villa. The lights are bright inside. Just looking at the gate, you can know that it is a family with very good conditions.

"What's the matter?"

Qin Youle shook his head and whispered, "it's all right. Let's go."

"Master, madam, Qianyou is back!" A middle-aged woman who looked like her sister-in-law cried happily when she saw Qiao Qianyou enter the door.

"Come on! Come in. " Qiao Qianyou put his hand around Qin Youle's shoulder. He took her to the living room.

The decoration in the living room is very luxurious. The huge crystal chandelier, the paintings on the wall, the European sofa and coffee table next to the French window show noble luxury everywhere.

The woman sitting in the living room is wearing a pair of pearl earrings. All her hair is tied behind her. She can see the elegance from her back. She is talking to the man sitting opposite her with her hands folded.

"Dad, mom." Seeing the two people sitting there motionless, Qiao Qianyou cried out awkwardly, "I brought Youle. Didn't you say you wanted to see her?"

Of course, the last sentence was made up by Qiao Qianyou himself.

"Oh, here comes Youle!" Joe's father stood up. He glanced at Qin Youle and said with a smile, "come on, don't stand, sit down and make yourself at home."

Qiao Qianyou quietly pinched Qin Youle's shoulder. He hugged Qin Youle and came forward and said, "well, Dad, this is what Youle bought for you and mom, this is your tie, and this is mom's favorite silk scarf. It's the most suitable to wear now."

"I'll come soon. What else can I bring?" Joe's father said politely. When he sat down, he pulled the corners of Joe's mother's clothes.

Qin Youle felt that Qiao's mother was difficult to deal with, and was afraid that she was another tricky woman.

"Mom..." Qiao Qianyou also whispered. He thought it was impolite to hang Qin Youle here. Besides, this man is still his girlfriend.

Qiao's mother clapped her hands and stood up. She looked at Qiao Qianyou unhappily: "what's your name? Isn't she here? "

"Mom, let me introduce my girlfriend Qin Youle." Qiao Qianyou looked at Qiao's mother and said. He winked at her by the way.

Qiao's mother looked up and down at Qin Youle impolitely. She snorted coldly and said, "Qianyou, you won't find a girl just because I urge you to get married, and say it's your girlfriend?"

Qin Youle's face turned white, and Qiao's mother's malice could not be more obvious! But thinking that her father liked Qiao Qianyou and that Qiao Qianyou was really good to her father, she had to bear it first.

Seeing that Qin Youle's face was wrong, Qiao Qianyou also raised the volume: "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"Sit down." Joe's mother said reluctantly. Before Qin Youle spoke, she turned her head and sat down on her own.

As the Qiao family, Qiao's mother can't be ignorant of etiquette. The only explanation is that she despises Qin Youle, or deliberately gives her a bully.

Qiao Qianyou secretly pinched Qin Youle with his hand, indicating that she didn't mind. He was more than willing to his mother, but less than able.

"Your name is Youle, isn't it?" For a long time, Joe's father asked carelessly.

Obviously, the Qiao family did not pay much attention to Qin Youle's arrival.

"Yes." Qin Youle replied patiently that she could only keep telling herself to endure, to endure!

"Oh, what's that for?" Asked Joe's father routinely.

Qin Youle blurted out: "screenwriter."

"Screenwriter!" Joe's father nodded meaningfully, "did you write a lot of scripts?"

"No, not yet. Don't accept it." Although she saw the disdain in Qiao's father's eyes, Qin Youle answered Qiao's father's questions honestly. She had nothing to hide.

Hearing Qin Youle's words, Qiao's father's face twitched slightly, which was a touch of ridicule.

"I haven't met anyone who knows your talent." Qiao Qianyou hurried out of the encirclement and said, "and isn't there a film shooting now?"

Knowing that Qiao Qianyou intended to speak for himself, Qin Youle thanked him with a smile.

"Screenwriter..." Joe's mother, who had been silent and didn't speak, spoke slowly. "What screenwriter does a girl do? She's hard and doesn't have a salary. I'm afraid she can't afford it?"

"Aunt..." Qin Youle couldn't help it after all. She was about to speak, and Qiao Qianyou took the first step.

"Mom, Youle is a self reliant girl. She didn't spend her family's money for a long time."

"Really?" Qiao's mother's eyes were full of contempt. She looked at Qin Youle's clothes and the gift Qiao Qianyou had just brought and asked, "I don't believe a third rate screenwriter who has never submitted successfully has money to buy such expensive things? I'm afraid what you wear is all my son's money. "

Qiao's mother mentioned the gift box on the ground to the tea table and said, "girls now always think that everything will be all right if they find a rich boyfriend. If they don't say well, they will do anything."

Qin Youle bit his lips.

"Son, I tell you, if you make someone's stomach big, you can give them as much money as they want, so as not to regret marrying them home." Joe's mother continued to humiliate.

"Mom! What are you talking about? " Qiao Qianyou couldn't sit still. He couldn't help arguing for Qin Youle, "Youle is not such a person. There is no lack of money in his family, and no one plans our property. I chased her!"

"Son! Don't be deceived by this woman! " Qiao Qianyou never spoke loudly with her. Qiao Qianyou's escort made Qiao's mother angry. She stood up and pointed to Qin Youle and asked loudly, "what do you like about this kind of woman? As our Qiao family, there are some good girls who want to marry you! "

"Mrs. Joe!" Qin Youle also stood up. She had not been angry with outsiders. She looked into Qiao's mother's eyes and said calmly, "Mrs. Qiao, indeed, Qian you bought this gift for you today, and he bought this suit of clothes on me, but so what? We're getting married. Do we have to calculate so clearly? "