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Seeing Wen Xijun still angry, Qiao Qianyou whispered softly, "didn't I tell you that marrying Qin Youle is to hide people's ears and eyes. If I don't get married, my mother and my father will urge me."

Wen Junxi turned his head to one side in disgust: "can't we get married? Can't we just be together? "

Qiao Qianyou had to apologize and said, "you know, there is no relevant legal protection in China. My parents are more conservative, so they can't be with you for the time being. If we were open now, my parents would have to kick me out and leave Qiao's house, I would have nothing. "

"What I want is you, not your Qiao family's money!" Wen Xijun said unhappily, "if I only wanted money, I wouldn't care about you!"

"All right, all right." Qiao Qianyou looked into Wen Junxi's eyes and said with love, "it's not easy to meet once. Do you want to quarrel with me?"

Wen Junxi looks at Qiao Qianyou and doesn't speak. He and Qiao Qianyou have been together for more than a year. They are underground feelings. No one knows their relationship except their very close friends.

"Well, I promise you, give me some time and I'll clear up our affairs as soon as possible." Qiao Qianyou had to continue, "you've always been the only one I love."

"Really?" Wen Xijun asked wrongfully. He had been wronged again and again for Qiao Qianyou.

"I promise." Qiao Qianyou vowed.

"Dad!" Qin Youle woke up from his sleep and was sweating.

Qin Youle didn't sleep well that night. She always dreamed that Qin's father forced her to leave song Tingchen, but these scenes did happen.

It was already slightly bright, and some sunshine could be seen through the window. Qin Youle touched her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was just a dream. She reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table. It was already 6:30. She would get up in ten minutes.

Qin Youle put down her mobile phone and took a deep breath. Now she feels tired all over her body. Recently, she always seems to have many dreams and easy to wake up. Suddenly, Qin Youle remembered what happened last night. She quickly picked up her mobile phone and logged in to the microblog.

Seeing hundreds of thousands of more fans, Qin Youle couldn't cry or laugh. It's thought that the hot search last night also made her more famous.

If it is acceptable to see hundreds of thousands of fans, Qin Youle only felt very angry about the messages many netizens left on his microblog. These netizens didn't know anything, so they scolded her, and even many people rose to her family like Joe's mother.

"Shit!" Qin Youle scolded in a low voice. Now she can't wait to tear it directly with her fans, and someone came to a private letter to scold her as a bitch!

"Don't you mean to solve it? Why didn't you respond at all! " Qin Youle murmured that although the microblog where song Tingchen and Qiao Qianyou fight is not the first in hot search, it still stands steadily in the top ten. The number of reading, forwarding and comments continues to increase.

"I'm so angry!" Qin Youle rubbed her long hair. She didn't expect that she would encounter such a thing. Before, she really wanted to become famous overnight, but it was not such a special channel!

After changing his clothes, Qin Youle saw a note on the table in the living room: I have something to go out.

Just when Qin Youle wondered, her mobile phone rang.

"Hey, where did you go so early?" It was song Tingchen who called.

"There are some things." Song Tingchen said in a low voice, "you don't have to come to the set today."

"Why?" Qin Youle asked nervously. Although the play had started shooting, Qin Youle was still worried about what was wrong with her script.

Hearing Qin Youle's worried tone, song Tingchen frowned. He didn't know that Qin Youle had no confidence.

"There are many reporters squatting on you. If you are not afraid of reporters, I can ask the driver to pick you up." Since Qin Youle was worried, song Tingchen had to give her a second choice.

"Reporter?" Qin Youle's mind immediately appeared that as soon as she got off the bus, all the reporters gathered around, kept taking photos, plugged the microphone in her face, head and body, and those reporters would ask all kinds of questions at the top of their voice.

"Yes."

"Then I'll be at home." Qin Youle thought about it and chose to stay at home comfortably. If she was caught by a reporter today, she couldn't deal with the reporter alone. It's not good to be self defeating at that time.

"By the way, how did you explain that thing yesterday?" Before hanging up his cell phone, Qin Youle asked anxiously, "I think things have been spreading. Have you really sent someone to deal with them?"

Song Tingchen looked at Huang Zhiming standing beside him and nodded: "it's already being handled. Don't worry."

"Oh." Qin Youle hung up the phone dubiously.

Chenxi group, President's office.

"How's it going?" Putting down his mobile phone, song Tingchen asked quietly. He rubbed his sore neck. He came to the company early in the morning to deal with affairs. Of course, the most important thing is to deal with the thorny thing that happened last night.

"President song, Qiao Qianyou refused to agree to our terms." Huang Zhiming looked at Song Tingchen and explained, "he said he didn't have contact with us."

"Not with us?" Song Tingchen repeated coldly, "our business dealings with deer god culture account for more than 5% of their company. He has no courage to give up us."

Hearing song Tingchen's words, Huang Zhiming already understood: "President song, what do you mean?"

"Directly contact Li Mingzhu, chairman of deer god culture." Song Tingchen looked at the newspaper in his hand and said, "it must be Li Mingzhu. Remember that no one is allowed to replace him."

From Qin Youle's intermittent description that night, song Tingchen knew that Li Mingzhu was biased against Qin Youle. Naturally biased, of course, she doesn't want her only son Qiao Qianyou to have a relationship with a woman she doesn't like, and it's still a well-known scandal.

"Yes." Huang Zhiming nodded slightly and left the office.

The names of song Tingchen and Qiao Qianyou are prominently printed on the front page of s Morning Post, while Qin Youle's name is between them.

Looking at the contents of the newspaper, song Tingchen sneered. Almost all the current reports were found on the Internet. They had not really investigated or verified at all. Many media people nowadays have no sense of responsibility.

However, when I think of it in S City daily, I think Qinhuai will naturally notice this problem. Song Tingchen clenched his fist slightly. If Qin's father hadn't insisted on obstructing him, his children and Qin Youle would have been able to make soy sauce.

Song Tingchen was right. Qin Youle had just hung up song Tingchen's phone, and Qin Huai's phone arrived.

"Hey, Dad." Qin Youle asked somewhat guilty, "have you eaten yet? Why don't you call me at this point. "

"Youle, what's the matter with you? Why did you mix with that boy song Tingchen again!" At the beginning, Qin Huai said, "no matter what you think, I won't agree with you and song Tingchen in my life. If you insist on being with him, we'll break away from father daughter relationship. "

"Dad! What are you talking about? " Qin Youle said wrongfully, "you don't know anything, so you said a lot inexplicably. What happened this morning?"

Qin Youle also wanted to continue to hide that there was no newspaper in the apartment, so she didn't know that Qin Huai happened to hold s City daily in his hand, which impressively wrote the content on his microblog last night.

"You still want to lie to me!" Qin Huai said impolitely, "I don't care. Anyway, you move home for me today. Don't be out alone all day. Dad can look at you when you go home!"

"I'm not going." Qin Youle refused without thinking about it. She didn't like to go home, especially when she didn't love being with Qin Huai for a long time. She always felt a little uncomfortable. If you want to talk, you don't know what to say. If you don't talk, you feel embarrassed.

"You..."

"Dad, I've moved out for many years. You let me move back now. I'm not used to it." Although he had a little temper in his heart, Qin Youle tried to hold it back. Thinking of Qin Huai, Qin Youle is also very depressed. Qin Youle always patiently chats with Qin Huai and never hurts him or increases the volume.

"That's your home. What do you think you're not used to?" Qin Huai said disapprovingly, "either you move home for me today, or you move to Qianyou's apartment. I'm relieved when he looks at you."

"Dad, the more you say, the more outrageous you are!" Qin Youle snapped back, "Qiao Qianyou and I are not sure about anything. How can I live with him? Aren't you afraid of gossip?"

"I don't care what people say about you and Qianyou, but I don't want to hear about your affair with song Tingchen. Even if you don't marry, I won't marry you to him." Qin Huai said firmly, "you decide how to choose."

"Dad, song Tingchen and I are cooperative. Our relationship is not what you think. I'm just an ordinary screenwriter."

"I don't care. You must cut off all contacts with song Tingchen now! Qianyou has misunderstood you and song Tingchen by then. Do you still want to get married? " Qinhuai couldn't help but raise the volume again.

Compared with the marriage of Qin Youle and Qiao Qianyou, Qin Huai is more concerned about whether Qin Youle and song Tingchen are really reconciled again!

"Dad, it's impossible!" Qin Youle also raised her voice. She replied loudly and forcefully, "song Tingchen and I signed a contract. How can I quit when I quit? Moreover, rebirth is my first favorite work, and I won't give up!"

"In a word, I don't agree with you and song Tingchen again!" Qin Huai said overbearing, "Qin Youle, how much is the penalty? I'll pay it. You should terminate the contract quickly!"

"Dad..." Qin Youle patted her forehead depressed. She explained again, "Dad, I'll tell you again. I'll separate my work from my personal feelings!"

"Youle, you don't know..."

"Nothing else. I'll hang up first." Before Qin Huai finished speaking, Qin Youle quickly hung up the line. Holding the mobile phone in his hand, Qin Youle sighed.