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Finally, the cry in the car gradually decreased.

"Enough crying?" Song Tingchen asked in a low voice with his eyes closed. His hands were already a little sore.

Qin Youle sucked his nose as an answer. He felt all the tears flowing out, so he couldn't cry.

"Get off." Song Tingchen gently helped Qin Youle. When he got up, he found that his waist was also sour, probably because he had been leaning too long.

"Why?"

Seeing song Tingchen standing in front of him, Qin Youle rubbed his sour eyes and asked, "what are you doing standing in front of me?"

"Take you home." As song Tingchen spoke, he bent down and picked up Qin Youle.

"Ah!" Qin Youle just felt suddenly picked up. She subconsciously hugged song Tingchen's neck. Suddenly, the atmosphere was a little embarrassed.

Qin Youle's nose almost touched song Tingchen's, and she could feel the heat from Song Tingchen's nose. Their posture was particularly ambiguous.

Looking at the poor woman in his arms, song Tingchen's Adam's Apple moved up and down, and said hoarsely, "have you seen enough?"

Qin Youle immediately took back her eyes. She only felt her face hot, especially her ears. Every time he gets too close to song Tingchen, Qin Youle feels very nervous.

Song Tingchen took her to the elevator. Qin Youle didn't dare to look at him all the way. For fear that one more look would make him think more about him and want to be with him.

In the corner, a hiding man looked at the photos in the camera and smiled with satisfaction.

"Take a bath yourself? Or shall I go with you? " Entering the room and putting down Qin Youle, song Tingchen asked meaningfully.

Song Tingchen was only worried about Qin Youle. She didn't find Qin Youle a new look. The skirt she wears today is very feminine. No wonder it can attract sex wolves on the road.

Looking at Song Tingchen's searching eyes, Qin Youle put her bag on her chest. She muttered unhappily: "hooligan!"

Qin Youle was angry. Song Tingchen felt very cute. He cleared his throat and said, "what's there to cover up? I haven't seen it all over your body."

"You..." Qin Youle's face turned red again. Since meeting song Tingchen again, song Tingchen's words have completely changed.

Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle's skirt and said awkwardly, "what are you? Go take a bath and change this ugly suit!"

Qin Youle left her mouth and went to the bedroom. What's wrong with her skirt? But she is not in the mood to continue to quarrel with song Tingchen tonight, although she has never won.

In the bathroom, Qin Youle lay in the bathtub and felt that every cell in his body was open. She was really tired today, especially in Joe's house for a few hours. It was like being in hell.

As soon as Qin Youle closed his eyes, Qiao's mother's face appeared in front of her.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! " Qin Youle couldn't help yelling out.

Outside the bathroom, song Tingchen frowned when she heard a woman's cry. What grievance did she suffer tonight?

"Hello, song Tingchen, what are you doing?"

Qin Youle was still blowing his hair. Song Tingchen pushed the door and came in. Qin Youle hurriedly pulled his bathrobe.

Qin Youle's little move didn't escape song Tingchen's eyes. He smiled at the corner of his mouth and spoiled Qin Youle's hand.

"Don't move."

Qin Youle just wanted to turn back to see song Tingchen, when he heard song Tingchen's magnetic voice.

Song Tingchen gently blew Qin Youle's hair with a hair dryer. His fingers with clear fingerbones gently extended into Qin Youle's long hair, and a warm feeling came from his fingers.

Just like that. Qin Youle thought so and no longer struggled. She leaned back in her chair and let song Tingchen blow her hair.

Song Tingchen turned off the electricity and the wind blew. The bedroom was so quiet that there was only the sound of breathing. Qin Youle raised his eyes, looked at Song Tingchen and whispered, "thank you."

"Thank you for what?" Song Tingchen's fingers were reluctant to leave Qin Youle's long hair, and the fragrance of his hair remained in his hands.

Qin Youle chuckled.

"Qin Youle?" Suddenly, song Tingchen turned around Qin Youle's swivel chair. He looked down at Qin Youle's eyes and whispered, "what are you crying about at night?"

Qin Youle was stunned. Her long eyelashes flashed a few times, and then she shook her head: "No."

"Does your forehead still hurt?" Song Tingchen reached out and gently rubbed Qin Youle's forehead. His eyes were full of tenderness.

Seeing the tenderness of song Tingchen's eyes, Qin Youle almost burst into tears again. Sad people are most afraid of sudden greetings from others.

"Fool." Song Tingchen bent down and picked up Qin Youle again.

"What are you doing?" Qin Youle nervously grabbed the collar. She found that song Tingchen was really looking for opportunities to have physical contact with her all the time.

Song Tingchen put Qin Youle on the bed. He stretched out his hand to cover her quilt and said in a deep voice, "sleep."

Qin Youle was relieved. She thought

However, Qin Youle's guess was right. Song Tingchen soon opened the quilt and followed Qin Youle's bed.

"Hello?" Qin Youle frowned and wanted to move aside.

Song Tingchen's big hand had already been put on her waist, and Qin Youle couldn't move.

"Don't move." Song Tingchen leaned on Qin Youle's shoulder and said slowly, "you don't know. If you move, I feel very..."

Song Tingchen deliberately took a deep breath.

"Hooligans!" Unable to find words to scold song Tingchen, Qin Youle had to say he was a hooligan.

"Have you ever seen such a civilized hooligan?" Song Tingchen said and deliberately moved his hand up, "do you know what hooligans like to do?"

"Song Tingchen!" Feeling song Tingchen's hand on her abdomen, Qin Youle quickly grabbed his hand.

Song Tingchen took the opportunity to hold Qin Youle's right hand: "this smooth little hand, the hooligan wants to hold it every day."

Feeling song Tingchen's warm exhalation in his ear, Qin Youle asked depressed: "song Tingchen, can you not exhale in my ear? It's very scary."

Song Tingchen, leaning on Qin Youle's shoulder, raised his mouth: "Qin Youle, do you think it's a pity not to do anything when you sleep with me?"

"Song..."

Before Qin Youle finished, song Tingchen suddenly turned around and pressed her.

"Qin Youle, i..." looking at Qin Youle's slightly trembling eyelashes, song Tingchen paused and said, "I don't want to see something in your heart but don't say it."

Before Qin Youle reacted, song Tingchen turned over and went down from her again. This time, he put his hand around Qin Youle and put his chin on her head.

Leaning against song Tingchen's strong chest, Qin Youle only felt a burst of psychological warmth.

"Of course, if you don't want to say, I won't force you." Song Tingchen held Qin Youle and said gently, "if you don't want to say, go to bed."

The room was silent and the dim bedside lamp was still on.

Qin Youle could even hear song Tingchen's heart beating. She hesitated for a long time and put her hand on song Tingchen's waist. I don't know why, she is greedy for his temperature.

Feeling Qin Youle's hand on his waist, song Tingchen held his breath and hugged some women in his arms.

After a long time, Qin Youle still didn't fall asleep. She forced herself to go to bed quickly. There are still things to do tomorrow, but it's useless.

"Song Tingchen, did you sleep?" Qin Youle looked up at Song Tingchen. His eyes were closed.

Just when Qin Youle thought song Tingchen was asleep, song Tingchen's slow voice came over his head: "No."

After hesitating for a long time, Qin Youle whispered, "tonight, I went to Qiao's house."

Song Tingchen did not speak.

"Song Tingchen?" Thinking that song Tingchen was asleep, Qin Youle shouted.

Song Tingchen reached out his hand and gently rubbed Qin Youle's face. He spoiled and said, "you say."

"Song Tingchen." Qin Youle suddenly choked. She buried her head in Song Tingchen's arms and sobbed.

Hearing Qin Youle's sobs, song Tingchen's heart tightened. He never wanted to make the woman in his arms sad.

"You say, I listen." Song Tingchen held Qin Youle and whispered, "tell me what you want to say."

"I......" Qin Youle paused and said hesitantly, "I miss my mother."

Hearing Qin Youle's words, song Tingchen stopped. Qin Youle never talked to him about her mother. The Qin family is becoming more and more famous in S City, but the situation of the Qin family has been very confidential. Almost no one knows who Mrs. Qin is.

Song Tingchen was vaguely aware of what was going on at Qin Youle's house. He could only weakly pat Qin Youle on the back and didn't know what to say.

"My mother had a car accident a few years ago." Qin Youle said word by word.

In the dark, song Tingchen's eyes were shining. His chin touched Qin Youle's forehead and asked slowly, "what happened later?"

"Later..." Qin Youle stopped for a long time before saying, "later, she became a vegetable and never woke up again."

Speaking of this, Qin Youle has burst into tears. After all these years, her mother was still lying at home and never woke up. Qin's father's character has changed greatly, and the originally happy family has completely changed.

"Tonight." Song Tingchen looked down at Qin Youle's forehead and said, "have you been wronged at Qiao's house tonight?"

Qin Youle nodded. If Qiao's mother hadn't mentioned her mother and slandered her mother, she could resist not to quarrel with Qiao's mother and wouldn't deliberately slap her face.

"No wonder you never mentioned your mother before." Song Tingchen said painfully. He didn't expect Qin Youle to be so unfortunate. He never saw any shadow on Qin Youle's face. He always thought she grew up in a sound and happy family.

"Song Tingchen, I wish my mother could wake up and talk to me now. You can talk to me when I am sad and share with me when I am happy and successful. "

Song Tingchen hugged some women in his arms. He whispered comfortingly, "silly boy, if you have anything to tell me, I'd like to listen."

Qin Youle also hugged song Tingchen. Song Tingchen at the moment gave her the greatest comfort.

Late at night, Qin Youle didn't speak again, and song Tingchen didn't speak again holding him. They hugged each other and slept. Qin Youle cried and gradually fell asleep.