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In a box in the hotel.

"Come on, director Song, you must drink this glass of wine, or you won't give me face." The man sitting opposite song Tingchen said with wine, "just this cup, I'll do it first."

"Mr. Wang, good wine..." song Tingchen smiled and picked up the glass. When he saw Mr. Wang drinking, he secretly poured the wine in the glass.

A red faced man next to him narrowed his eyes and said, "President song, I'm relieved to know that you took the script. I believe the film will sell well at that time."

"Yes."

"Which of our films directed by song is not well received."

During the banquet, all the people appreciated song Tingchen. Of course, all the compliments were sincere and supported by seven points.

"Thank you for your strong support!" Song Tingchen's mouth was slightly crooked. Although he didn't like this occasion, he had to face these.

"But what's the name of the screenwriter this time?" A big bellied man touched his stomach and asked with a smile, "Qin Youle, right? I don't seem to have heard of this man. "

After seeing song Tingchen, the man immediately changed his mouth and said, "but the script that director song can see is no worse."

Song Tingchen held the hand of the wine glass with a little strength. He picked up the wine glass and said to the man, "President Li, we should always give some new people a chance, right? It's always those screenwriters. Isn't it boring?"

"Er..." looking at Song Tingchen's meaningful eyes, the man was stunned and nodded, "director song is right. I believe Director Song's eyes."

Song Tingchen didn't sneak out until everyone drank too much.

"President song, is it over?" Seeing song Tingchen coming out of the private room, assistant Xiao Wang asked in a low voice. He came forward and smelled it and smiled knowingly. Song Tingchen's clothes smelled of wine, but others were very sober.

"Have you brought your clothes?" Song Tingchen looked at his watch and frowned. These people talked everywhere as soon as they drank. They were eager to finish talking about their whole life.

Every time he saw people who were drunk at dinner chatting, song Tingchen always thought of this sentence: more words will lose.

"Here you are. Can I get it for you now?"

"Yes." Song Tingchen nodded and said, "put these people in place. I think it will be over in another 20 minutes."

"Yes." Xiao Wang followed song Tingchen into the elevator. He had already booked a room for song Tingchen in the hotel.

In the dark, a man drove his car rapidly to Qiao's villa. He put one hand on the window, propped his head, looked straight ahead, and his lips were closed, as if he were thousands of miles away.

In the villa.

Qin Youle and Qiao Qianyou sat at the table, while Qiao's mother and father sat opposite them.

Four people eat, so quiet that they can almost hear the sound of breathing. Joe's mother really doesn't embarrass her anymore. Now she's snubbing her.

"Come on, Youle, drink some soup. You look so thin. Drink more soup just to replenish your brain." Qiao Qianyou scooped a small bowl of soup for Qin Youle and put it in front of her.

Although he lowered his head, Qin Youle still felt the malicious eyes opposite him.

In fact, almost none of the four people moved chopsticks. Since the meal, Mo Yun has eaten no more than ten grains, and she has no appetite at all.

"Youle, I just heard Qianyou say that your family is also in business, right?" Finally, Joe's father broke the embarrassing atmosphere.

"Yes." Qin Youle answered briefly.

"Dad, Youle, her father is Qin Huai, chairman of Qin's Cultural Park." Qiao Qianyou hurriedly explained that he hoped Qin Youle's family environment would make Qiao's mother better impression on her.

"Oh? Really? " Joe's father was really surprised as Qiao Qianyou thought.

He looked at Qin Youle and asked, "You Le, I didn't expect your father to be Qinhuai. It turned out to be the daughter of the Qin family. How can you say it's a small screenwriter?"

Joe's mother was also a little surprised, but she still despised it. Qin's Cultural Park is just a well run cultural industry. It is not even a listed company. She still doesn't like Qin Youle.

"Mr. Joe, you asked me about my career. As for what my father did, I didn't ask. My career is really just a small screenwriter." Qin Youle deliberately bit the word "small" very hard.

"Just the daughter of a small entrepreneur." Joe's mother couldn't help inserting a word.

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm telling the truth." Seeing Qiao Qianyou winking at herself, Qiao's mother asked angrily, "what's the matter? Can't you even tell the truth? "

"I have nothing to say to you." Qiao Qianyou also angrily put down his chopsticks.

"Qianyou, how do you talk to your mother." Father Joe cleared his throat and shouted in a low voice.

Qin Youle's meal was really oppressive. She couldn't wait to lift the table and leave.

"By the way, Qianyou, do you remember your uncle Lin's daughter?" Asked Joe's mother with a smile.

Qin Youle's eyes are miniature.

"I don't remember." Qiao Qianyou replied coldly. He knew that Qiao's mother was going to make a new move again.

"How can you not remember?" The smile on Qiao's mother's face was very artificial. She specially looked at Qin Youle and said, "how good you played with her when you were a child. Your name is Lin Yi. It's very beautiful. You just came back from studying abroad this year."

"Oh." Qiao Qianyou's answer was still indifferent. He turned his head and looked at her. Qin Youle smiled gently at her.

"You are such a forgetful child." Although Qiao's mother was a little embarrassed, she continued to talk, "I told your uncle Lin that you are familiar with s city. At that time, let you take Lin Yi around."

"Mom..."

Qiao's mother wants to match Qiao Qianyou with Lin Yi in her mouth.

"What's the matter?" Joe's mother's face sank, "your uncle Lin is a good friend of your father and me. Why did you take Lin Yi to play?"

"No, I..."

"Miss Qin, are you jealous?" Qiao's mother pointed the spear at Qin Youle again.

Qin Youle has clear knuckles holding the water cup. She is trying her best to resist her aversion to Qiao's mother.

"How could Youle be such a person." Qiao Qianyou put his hand around Qin Youle's shoulder. He said gently, "Mom, if you have more contact with Youle, you will know how likable she is."

Qin Youle glances at Qiao Qianyou's hand on her shoulder. This contact is actually the most intimate action between her and him. Qin Youle can't help feeling depressed. Why did Qiao Qianyou marry her?

Qin Youle is to meet his father's requirements, but why does Qiao Qianyou marry a woman who makes him not even impulsive?

"I don't know whether Miss Qin is likable or not, but I like Lin Yi's child more and more." Qiao's mother said contentedly, "by the way, Lin Yi has just passed piano band 8 recently. She is really a talented and beautiful girl."

Qin Youle looked indifferent. She knew that Qiao's mother deliberately said these words to her, but so what? She doesn't care.

"Lin Yi, that child is really good." Seeing that no one paid attention to Joe's father, Joe's father had to answer.

"By the way, Miss Qin, I wonder if you can play the piano?" Qiao's mother suddenly asked. She looked at Qin Youle and smiled.

Qin Youle only felt his scalp numb. Qiao's mother's smile was hidden in a smile.

"Learned a little." Qin Youle smiled lightly.

"Really?" Joe's father nodded, "after all, it's Qin's daughter. I think President Qin will let you learn some talents such as piano."

Joe's mother hurriedly denied: "many people, even if they learn, she can't learn well. She doesn't have that talent."

Qin Youle didn't speak. Since Qiao's mother intended to belittle her, it was meaningless for her to say more.

"I didn't know you had practiced the piano?" Qiao Qianyou looked at Qin Youle with some surprise. A touch of surprise flashed through his eyes.

"Since Miss Qin has practiced, she might as well improvise for us on the spot. I also want to hear it." Joe said with a smile.

Qiao's mother just wants Qin Youle to make a fool of herself.

"No, I haven't practiced for a long time." Qin Youle politely refused. She knew what Qiao's mother meant and didn't want to do what she wanted.

"Miss Qin is so polite..." Qiao's mother smiled meaningfully. There was a trace of ridicule at the corners of her mouth. After a pause, Qiao's mother said angrily, "Qianyou, your girlfriend can't lie?"

"Mom..."

"Qianyou!" Don't want Qiao Qianyou to argue with Qiao's mother for her, Qin Youle said first, "since Mrs. Qiao wants me to play so much, it seems unreasonable for me not to play, I'll try."

"Youle?" Qiao Qianyou looked at Qin Youle with some worry. He was worried that she would really make a fool of herself. He had never heard her say he could play the piano before.

"Nothing." Qin Youle smiled calmly. Since she accepted, she was sure.

"Alan, take Miss Qin." Joe's mother snorted coldly. She wanted to see how Qin Youle lost face.

In the corner of the living room, there is a four legged piano, which is very clean and very advanced at a glance.

Qin Youle went to the piano. She gently touched the keys. The piano immediately made a pleasant sound. This is a piano with very good timbre.

Qiao Qianyou looked dignified. He went to Qin Youle and whispered, "You Le, or forget it."

Knowing that Qiao Qianyou was worried about her, Qin Youle shook his head.

Qin Youle insisted on playing. Qiao Qianyou had to stand aside and secretly pray that Qin Youle had better have a normal level.

One, two, the piano sound came from the living room.

Joe's mother and father looked at each other. Although they didn't know music, they instinctively realized that Qin Youle should be of a high level.

Qiao Qianyou was happy. He didn't expect Qin Youle to be so good at it.

At the end of the song, the living room seemed to be echoing with the wonderful sound of music.

"Youle." Qiao Qianyou reached out and helped Qin Youle to stand up. He said in surprise, "Youle, your level should be level 10?"

"Level 10?"

Qiao's mother frowned. Qiao Qianyou's attainments in piano are the best of the younger generation, so

Qin Youle's mouth moved slightly. She had already passed piano level 10. Not only that, she represented s city and participated in various large-scale international piano competitions.

"Youle, I didn't expect you..." Qiao Qianyou smiled at Qin Youle and couldn't close his mouth. "It's all piano level 10. How can you say that you've only practiced a little."