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Song Tingchen and Qin Youle were entangled at the door of the room for a long time.

"Song Tingchen, we can't be together." Qin Youle said bitterly with a low headache. She bit her lower lip tightly to control the surging tears, but she failed.

Hearing Qin Youle's words, song Tingchen lowered his head dejectedly. He looked like an angry ball, and all his energy seemed to be drained.

"Sorry." Qin Youle pushes song Tingchen away and runs into the room.

There was a heavy sound of closing the door behind him. Song Tingchen's body was shocked. He clenched his fist and his eyes were red. His eyes were both helpless and unwilling.

The next day, he Mo's studio came out to clarify that he Mo and Lin Yi were not lovers, but good friends went out to dinner. They were a little drunk, so they helped each other.

On the set, looking at the text message uploaded from the mobile phone, Qin Youle frowned. Qiao Qianyou said he would come here to find her.

"Screenwriter Qin, Li Changji, you two come here to see if you can set this place." A staff member shouted loudly.

Qin Youle hurried to follow. Today, he has been making repeated adjustments for the set.

"Sir, you can't go in." The staff outside the door wanted to stop the strange man who came in. The strange man was Qiao Qianyou.

"I'm looking for your screenwriter Qin." Qiao Qianyou said angrily, "now, let me in right away."

"Who are you, the screenwriter of Qin?" The security guard looked up and down at Qiao Qianyou. "Now it's shooting inside. You can't go in for the time being."

"Isn't this the director of LUSHEN culture media company?" A woman was surprised to see Qiao Qianyou. She covered her mouth and said, "director Qiao, how did you come here?"

"You are..." Qiao Qianyou narrowed his eyes slightly. He just felt that the woman standing in front of him looked familiar. He couldn't remember where he had met or what his name was.

"I'm from Chenxi group. Last year, our company asked your company for publicity. At that time, I went to your office to find director Qiao." The woman lifted her long hair. She stretched out her right hand to Qiao Qianyou and nodded slightly, "I think director Qiao may not remember me. My name is Bai Peng."

Qiao Qianyou looked at the woman in front of him again. He nodded and politely stretched out his right hand: "Miss Bai, I'm sorry, there are too many people in the company. I didn't remember for a moment."

"What about now, remember?" Bai Peng looked into Qiao Qianyou's eyes and asked expectantly. She thought she looked good and should not let Qiao Qianyou forget.

Qiao Qianyou smiled warmly: "of course, our work was very happy at that time. Besides, apart from work, Miss Bai's beauty will not be forgotten. It's just that more than a year has passed and I haven't remembered it for a while. "

As the director of the company, Qiao Qianyou can speak polite words beautifully.

Bai Peng smiled awkwardly. She lifted her long hair behind her ears again, then looked up at Qiao Qianyou and asked curiously, "director Qiao, how did you come here?"

"I'm looking for Youle," Qiao Qianyou added for fear that Bai Peng didn't know. "It's your screenwriter Qin Youle."

"Oh, find screenwriter Qin. Are you her?" Bai Peng looks at Qiao Qianyou curiously. In fact, she has always felt good about Qiao Qianyou. Now when she sees him again, the feeling of love in her heart comes out again.

"I'm her..." Qiao Qianyou thought for a moment and said, "Youle is my girlfriend, but we're going to get married."

"Really?" Bai Peng looked surprised. She smiled awkwardly, "I thought our screenwriter Qin and our president Song..."

Seeing that Qiao Qianyou didn't look very well, Bai Peng quickly apologized and said, "I'm sorry, director Qiao, I talk too much. Go in and find the screenwriter Qin. "

Qiao Qianyou nodded calmly and strode in. He remembered Bai Peng's words just now. Of course, he also knew that Bai Peng deliberately said those words to him.

"That's it. I think there's something wrong with this scene." Qin Youle pointed to a table and said, "it's a little strange to put this set of furniture here. Shangguanxin is also a person who likes reading, so it's better to highlight the back of this bookcase and render it intentionally or unintentionally."

Li Changji nodded: "what the screenwriter Qin said is reasonable. Come on, you guys, move the tables and chairs to the bookshelf. In addition, the books on the bookshelf should be moved up. What are you doing there? Come here, a few people!"

"Screenwriter Qin, director song is looking for you outside." A staff member whispered.

Qin Youle looks out of the room. Song Tingchen is standing in the open space outside with a black hat. His back is facing Qin Youle, so Qin Youle can't see song Tingchen's expression clearly.

"Li Changji, I'll go out." Qin you clapped Li Chang Ji happily and said.

Li Changji is a man in his fifties. He is a little short, but he has a lot of research on the set. Every time he participates in the shooting of TV dramas, people praise the scene.

"Go." Li Changji smiled at Qin Youle. He continued to work at a high voice. Everyone wondered that Li Changji's thin body had such explosive power.

Approaching song Tingchen, Qin Youle was a little nervous. Since that night, there seems to be some estrangement between them. What they said every day can be counted.

"Director Song, are you looking for me?" Standing behind song Tingchen, Qin Youle whispered.

Hearing Qin Youle's voice, song Tingchen turned around. His dark circles were very serious. He didn't sleep well these two nights.

"Qin Youle." Song Tingchen said in a low voice, "Qin Youle, let's make up."

"Huh?" Qin Youle once doubted whether she had heard wrong. Song Tingchen said he hoped they would make up?

"I said, let's make up." Song Tingchen raised his voice a little, but his voice sounded very tired, his eyes felt a little lax, and the whole person was a little depressed.

Qin Youle saw that song Tingchen seemed uncomfortable. She looked up at Song Tingchen and asked with concern, "song Tingchen, are you sick and uncomfortable?"

Qin Youle hasn't been back to Kangcheng for two nights. Since the quarrel that day, Qin Youle went straight back to her original apartment the next day, and song Tingchen didn't contact her.

"Let's make up." Song Tingchen whispered again.

Listening to song Tingchen's low and pleading tone, Qin Youle felt more sad. She moved her lips and didn't know what to say.

"Asshole!"

Suddenly, Qiao Qianyou rushed up with an arrow. He grabbed song Tingchen's collar and hit song Tingchen in the face with a hard fist.

Song Tingchen stumbled. He had heatstroke these two days, so he couldn't stand stably after being punched by Qiao Qianyou.

"Tingchen!" All this happened so quickly that Qin Youle didn't react at all. Seeing song Tingchen stagger, she just subconsciously helped him.

"Song Tingchen, you'd better stay away from Qin Youle and don't let me see you again!" Seeing Qin Youle helping song Tingchen, Qiao Qianyou rushed over again and punched song Tingchen in the abdomen.

Song Tingchen stumbled for several steps before he stood firm. He only felt a sweet and greasy smell spreading in his mouth. Song Tingchen reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, and his hands were immediately stained with blood. Qiao Qianyou's fist, but he exhausted all his strength.

Feeling a pain in his abdomen, song Tingchen also hit Qiao Qianyou in the face with a fist: "Qiao Qianyou, this sentence should be what I said to you. You are not qualified to stand beside Qin Youle!"

"What are you talking about?" Qiao Qianyou, who was punched, rushed up again.

"I said, don't think about Qin Youle!" Song Tingchen then punched Qiao Qianyou in the stomach. He said with gnashing teeth, "do you think Qin Youle will be with you? You dream! "

"You..."

Before Qiao Qianyou could say anything, song Tingchen punched Qiao Qianyou in the face again. He had followed Huang Zhiming to several classes before, so his skill was good.

Looking at the two men pinching each other, Qin Youle couldn't hold anyone.

"Song Tingchen!" Seeing that song Tingchen was going to rush up again, Qin Youle roared, "enough, don't be ashamed!"

On the other side, Qiao Qianyou also wanted to rush over. Qin Youle turned around and shouted, "and you, Qiao Qianyou, stand there!"

Song Tingchen and Qiao Qianyou both saw Qin Youle lose such a temper for the first time. They fought each other like that. Although their eyes had fought thousands of times, no one dared to move. They were afraid that Qin Youle would go crazy.

"Song Tingchen, I warn you, stay away from Youle." Qiao Qianyou said angrily. His eyes were red. At first glance, he was very angry, and the veins on his hands burst. Although you can't do it, you can still talk.

"Shut up!" Song Tingchen frowned coldly and said that if Qin Youle didn't stop him, he must continue to beat Qiao Qianyou. This is the first time someone dared to fight him.

Qin Youle shouted impatiently, "shut up!"

Song Tingchen and Qiao Qianyou closed their mouths bitterly and dared not speak again.

"Wow!" Hearing the noise inside, Bai Peng hurried in. As soon as she came in, she saw that song Tingchen had blood on his mouth and his hat was hit to the ground. Qiao Qianyou also had blood on his mouth and looked embarrassed. Seeing the scene, she covered her mouth in surprise.

Almost all the staff gathered around Qiao Qianyou to see what happened.

"Qiao Qianyou, what are you doing? Hurry up!" Seeing more and more people on the set, Qin Youle came to Qiao Qianyou and said in a harsh voice, "didn't I ask you not to come? When you come, make trouble for me. "

Qiao Qianyou looked at Song Tingchen fiercely. After hearing Bai Peng's intentional hint, Qiao Qianyou was angry in his heart. Just when he came in, he saw song Tingchen and Qin Youle standing together openly and talking intimately. His anger didn't come together, so he moved his hand without thinking about anything.

"Song Tingchen, I'll warn you one last time. It's one meter away from Qin Youle!" Qiao Qianyou said he was going to take Qin Youle out. He said angrily, "Youle, come with me now."