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Qin Youle paused and nodded.

"Hum, it turns out that microblog hot search is true." Fu Zi sneered. She looked at Qin Youle contemptuously and said coldly, "Miss Qin, don't you say that you and Qiao Qianyou are boyfriend and girlfriend? Why did you run to President song now? "

Not used to Fu Zi's domineering appearance, Qin Youle's face was not good-looking. She said in a low voice, "Miss Fu, this is my private affair. I'm afraid it's impolite for you to inquire about my private affair for the first time?"

"You..." Fu Zi blushed when Qin Youle said so. She hugged her chest with both hands and said, "hum, Qin Youle, you can step on two boats very steadily. It's good that song and director Qiao fight for you. "

"Miss Fu, if you have nothing to do, please go back." Do not want to continue to quarrel with Fu Zi, Qin Youle stood up and coldly ordered to leave.

"Qin Youle, who are you and what qualifications do you have to drive me away!" Fu Zi stood up unconvinced. She glanced at Qin Youle and said disdainfully, "the relationship between President song and me is much closer than the girl you killed halfway. Why should you drive me away? Are you the hostess here? "

Originally beautiful and moving Fu Zi almost distorted her facial features because she was angry.

Qin Youle smiled calmly: "OK, then you stay here and I'll go."

Seeing Qin Youle walking to the bedroom, Fu Zi asked excitedly, "Hey, where are you going?"

"Would you like to come and have a look? This is my bedroom?" Qin Youle glanced back at Fu Zi. She was patient enough to deal with Zi!

Being swept by Qin Youle's cold eyes, Fu Zi obediently shut his mouth.

Ten minutes later, Qin Youle changed his clothes and came out.

"Hello? Where are you going? " When Qin Youle passed her, Fu Zi asked, "where are you going so late?"

"Make room for you and song Tingchen." Qin Youle didn't look back. She said quietly with her back to Fu Zi, "Miss Fu, I don't want anyone to know about meeting me here tonight."

"You threaten me?" Fu Zi asked angrily.

Qin Youle still replied blandly, "I don't want to threaten anyone, but if someone wants to frame me, I won't let her go."

Fu Zi, who has always been proud, couldn't stand Qin Youle's words. She said angrily, "Qin Youle, what if I said it? Do you think song will always protect you? "

Qin Youle slowly turned around. She looked up and down at the enchanting Fu Zi and asked, "Miss Fu, if I said that the popular star Fu Zi visited Director Song Tingchen's House late at night, guess what the media and many netizens would guess? Do you think people will be interested in a third rate screenwriter? Or are you more interested in being a big star? "

"You..." Fu Ziqi was shaking when she got it. She said angrily, "Qin Youle, wait and see!"

"Don't scare me." Qin Youle's smile disappeared. She looked at Fu Zi fiercely and said coldly, "Fu Zi, you don't need to wait and see. I don't want to see you anymore."

"Qin Youle!" Fu Zi is going to jump.

But the only response to Fu Zi's cry was the heavy closing of the door. Looking at the door, Fu Zi reached out and swept all the coffee and fruit salad on the tea table to the ground.

After leaving Kangcheng impulsively, Qin Youle regretted his death at the door. Why did she come out? Shouldn't that pay purple come out?

"Hello? Liang Yin, are you off work? Can you pick me up in Cannes? " Desperate Qin Youle had to call her best friend for help. She didn't want to walk a few kilometers away to take a taxi like last time. Besides, it was still night. Although she didn't have a beautiful face, she was still a beautiful young woman.

"How? Have you been driven out by song Tingchen? " Liang Yin at the other end of the phone smiled and said, "no, I'm really driven out?"

"Meet again." Qin Youle sighed. She thought she must save money to buy a car. It's too inconvenient to have no car.

"I'm having dinner with Gu Yuan now." Liang Yin looked at the man sitting opposite her and whispered, "just wait for me at the door of the community. Don't go far. We'll pick you up now."

"OK." After putting down the mobile phone, Qin Youle breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she still has such an iron friend.

Gu Yuan is Liang Yin's boyfriend who has talked for many years. They have a very good relationship. Naturally, Qin Youle also knows Gu Yuan.

Two hours later, song Tingchen dragged his tired body back to Kangcheng.

Just after opening the door, Song Tingchen smelled the smell of coffee, and there was a faint smell of perfume in the room.

Seeing the mess under the tea table, song Tingchen frowned: "Qin Youle?"

Song Tingchen rushed into Qin Youle's room. Qin Youle was not in the room. Just when song Tingchen was worried, he heard the sound of running water in his bedroom. It was the sound of water sprinkling from the bathroom in his house.

"Youle?" Song Tingchen pushed away his bedroom sadly. In his impression, Qin Youle never took the initiative to take a bath in his bathroom.

"Qin Youle?" Song Tingchen shouted again, and the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

"Qin Youle? Are you in there? " Song Tingchen felt something was wrong. He glanced and saw the red skirt taken off at the bathroom door. He didn't remember Qin Youle's skirt of this color.

"President song." Fu Zi opened the door wrapped in a bath towel and came out. Her long hair was still dripping. The crisp chest wrapped in the bath towel loomed and floated up and down with her breath.

Song Tingchen looked at Fu Zi. His eyes were not as hot as Fu Zi thought. On the contrary, song Tingchen's eyes seemed to gradually condense into frost.

"Why are you here?" Song Tingchen turned his back to Fu Zichen and asked. His voice came from his throat and was very dull.

"Mr. Song, you scared me." Although I didn't expect song Tingchen to be so indifferent, Fu Zi said in a whiny voice, "President song, you speak gently. Now we are at home, you can relax."

As she spoke, Fu Zi reached out and gently grabbed song Tingchen's shoulder. As soon as she wanted to put her head on song Tingchen's back, song Tingchen took a step forward.

"Fu Zi, what are you doing here?" Song Tingchen's eyes were tiny. He looked Fu Zi's eyes flat. There was no warmth in his eyes. He only hated the woman in front of him, not a bit of love.

"Mr. Song, I came to talk to you about my cooperation with Chenxi." Fu Zi whispered. Her voice became lower and lower, as if mosquitoes were barking.

"Where's Qin Youle?" Song Tingchen suddenly remembered that Qin Youle was not in the apartment. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Fu Zi dangerously. "Fu Zi, where did you get Qin Youle?"

"I didn't." Hearing song Tingchen's indifferent tone, Fu Zi only felt her scalp numb. She shook her head and explained, "I came to President song, and then Miss Qin said she had something to go out, and she hasn't come back yet."

"Didn't you lie?" Song Tingchen snorted coldly. He knew Qin Youle's temper. If Fu Zi hadn't provoked her or there was a misunderstanding between the two, Qin Youle wouldn't have left the so-called guest. Besides, it's more than eleven o'clock now. She must have been back long ago.

"No." Fu Zi immediately denied it.

"Get dressed and come out." Song Tingchen said coldly. He didn't look at Fu Zi at all.

"Song Dao!" Fu Zi shouted, and she loosened her bath towel.

The bath towel immediately slipped from her body to the ground. Fu Zi looked at Song Tingchen nervously. Her meaning was so obvious that she didn't believe that song Tingchen wouldn't be excited about it.

Song Tingchen just coldly glanced at the bath towel on the ground and silently went out. Before closing the door, he calmly said, "Fu Zi, you look terrible now."

With a bang, the door was closed heavily.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, the big tears on Fu Zi's face fell down. She bent down and picked up the bath towel on the ground and wrapped her snow-white body again.

Wrapped in a bath towel, he came to the bathroom and looked at the hot man in the mirror. The tears on Fu Zi's face fell down again. She did not expect that she had stripped off and stood in front of song Tingchen. As a man in his prime of life, he was not moved at all. She thought it was incredible.

After taking another bath and changing clothes, Fu Zi walked slowly to the living room.

Song Tingchen was sitting on the sofa. His slender legs were crossing and a book was in his hand. At this time, he was concentrating on reading the book.

"President song." Fu Zi shouted carefully. Song Tingchen had a strong aura, which made her feel afraid and afraid to approach. In fact, Fu Zi had summoned up her courage to come tonight.

"Yes." Song Tingchen calmly finished reading the book in his hand before slowly closing the book, "if I didn't guess wrong, did you break these?"

Song Tingchen said and looked at the mess on the ground, including gray and black coffee stains, various fruits and some white salads.

"Mr. Song, I, I was just angry for a moment..."

"Well, stop talking." Song Tingchen waved his hand and said in a low voice, "I won't hire a nanny until a week. Since it's the chaos you created, it's up to you to solve it."

"Mr. Song, you asked me to clean up?" Fu Zi opened her eyes and asked incredulously, "Mr. Song, even if you are angry with me, you shouldn't humiliate me like this?"

"Humiliation?" Song Tingchen sneered, "Fu Zi, is it humiliating to do some housework in your eyes?"

Song Tingchen stood up. He walked up to Fu Zi, approached her and whispered, "before doing anything, you have to consider whether you have suffered the consequences. If you can't accept the outcome, you shouldn't have done it at that time, you know?"

The first time song Tingchen was so close to her, Fu Zi could almost feel the faint smell from Song Tingchen. Fu Zi suddenly hugged song Tingchen excitedly: "Director Song, I beg you to give me a chance. As long as you continue to get along with me, you will know my good."

Song Tingchen pushed Fu Zi away. He frowned and whispered, "Fu Zi, now I ask you to leave here immediately."

"Song Dao..."