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Qin Youle broke free from Song Tingchen's arm and looked at Song Tingchen with a stunned face. She didn't understand why the landlady just let it go.

"You!?" Qin Youle frowned and looked puzzled.

Song Tingchen's lips tilted slightly and smiled: "such people are strong outside and weak in the middle. If they are serious, they are afraid."

"Thank you." Qin Youle pinched his eyebrows, turned and left. His attitude was very cold.

"Where are you going?" Song Tingchen grabbed Qin Youle's arm, looked at her and asked coldly, "where do you want to go?"

"Find a place to live!" Qin Youle picked up her luggage and turned to go, but song Tingchen grabbed the luggage in her hand.

Qin Youle looked at his empty hands and asked, "what are you doing?" She looked up at Song Tingchen, and a bad feeling suddenly appeared in her heart.

Song Tingchen gently hooked the corners of his lips, looked at Qin Youle's lips and smiled secretively. His neck stretched forward, leaned against Qin Youle tightly, and almost the whole person stuck to Qin Youle.

He whispered in her ear, sex. The magnetic sound line, accompanied by the burning breath, gushed behind Qin Youle's ears: "guess what I want? Stupid woman. "

"You! Asshole! You stay away from me, mean and dirty. " Qin Youle seemed to be touched by some kind of mechanism. She suddenly took a step back and stared at Song Tingchen with all kinds of warnings.

However, he stared and scolded in vain. In front of Qin Youle, song Tingchen didn't know what his face was.

Song Tingchen grabbed Qin Youle's hand, grabbed her and lifted her feet.

"Where are you taking me?" Qin Youle almost screamed. She struggled desperately.

The suitcase in Song Tingchen's hand landed instantly. In Qin Youle's surprised eyes, her suitcase rolled down the stairs and made a noise.

"Ah! What are you doing? " Qin Youle shouted and wanted to chase her suitcase.

Song Tingchen slightly hooked his lips, grabbed Qin Youle's arm, pressed her against the wall, looked at her domineering and smiled: "didn't you ask me where I took you? Go to my house and warm my bed. "

With that, song Tingchen picked Qin Youle up. Before Qin Youle could react, song Tingchen held Qin Youle down the stairs.

"What are you doing? You let go of me! "

Song Tingchen sneered: "after falling down a few corners, you are definitely worse than your suitcase. If you try again, I don't mind bringing a lame man into our house, which will save me from breaking your leg! "

"Song Tingchen!" Qin Youle was so angry that she always liked to be quiet. Probably only when she met someone as domineering and powerful as song Tingchen would she collide with such a fierce spark.

Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen with a speechless face. Finally, he frowned and gave in: "put me down. I'll go myself. I'll just live in your house. But song Tingchen, don't think I -- "

"Yes! I bully men and women! " Song Tingchen sneered and put Qin Youle down.

He dragged the suitcase in one hand and Qin Youle in the other, raised his chin and walked forward with a proud face.

Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen's expression. There was no fluctuation in his heart. He even wanted to die.

In the evening, Qin Youle, who had just finished cleaning his bedroom at Song Tingchen's house and was ready to block the door with a cabinet, heard a loud bang outside the door.

She came out of the door and saw song Tingchen fall to the ground like a rotten eggplant.