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"Despicable!" Qin Youle said that these two words were almost blurted out.

Qiao Qianyou was not angry. He put the mobile phone on the table back in his pocket and said indifferently, "it doesn't matter what you say now. As for being mean or not, Youle, it's really mean for you to live together with your current boyfriend and ex boyfriend without telling your current boyfriend? Or stepping on two boats? "

"You..." Qin Youle was so angry that she couldn't speak for a moment. Her behavior seemed as despicable as Qiao Qianyou.

"Well, if you're in the mood, sit down and have dinner together. If you're not in the mood, I'll take you back." Qiao Qianyou glanced at the untouched food and said regretfully, "what a pity. I wanted to talk to you at the dinner table. I didn't expect that we would end up like this."

Qiao Qianyou said sad, but the smile in his eyes never stopped from beginning to end.

"You'd better eat the meal alone." Qin Youle angrily walked out of the private room. This time, he came to the appointment to be threatened. Thinking of this, Qin Youle was angry and couldn't eat.

Watching Qin Youle walk out of the room, Qiao Qianyou put away the last smile at the corner of his mouth. He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Wen Xijun: everything has been arranged.

"Yo, isn't this Miss Qin?"

Suddenly, a strange voice came from behind. Qin Youle stopped and saw Fu Zi, the face she didn't like to see.

"Qin Youle, what are you doing here at this point?" Fu Zi glanced at Qin Youle's private room. "Hey, isn't song always in it?"

Qin Youle sneered: "Miss Fu, if you are in a hurry, you can come to Kangcheng again. I am still very sincere to give you that apartment."

"Qin Youle! Shut up! " Fu Zi became angry with shame. Her face turned red and white, while the assistant standing not far from her looked at Fu Zi anxiously.

Looking at Fu Zi's embarrassed appearance, Qin Youle approached her and whispered, "I don't know if you want to come to Miss Fu. Since you went that night, president Song not only let the hourly workers clean it thoroughly inside and outside, but also lost all the things you have touched."

"Qin Youle!" Fu Ziqi gave Qin Youle a slap in the face.

From slapping up to falling down, Fu Zi almost finished at one go, so Qin Youle got a slap on the ground.

Qin Youle covered her cheek. She just felt her face hot.

"Qin Youle, don't be arrogant!" Fu Zi said fiercely, "do you think song didn't do anything that night? Should I say you are naive or naive? "

"Stop!"

Fu Zi was about to leave when he was stopped by a very cold voice.

Qiao Qianyou left the private room. At this time, he was walking towards Qin Youle with his hands in his pockets. Qin Youle felt even more embarrassed when she saw an acquaintance. She wanted to return the slap, but she was afraid that it would be too conspicuous in the hotel and cause trouble for her and the crew.

Fu Zi looked back indifferently and saw that it was Qiao Qianyou. A strange smile appeared on her face: "Yo, isn't this director Qiao of deer god culture? It turned out that Miss Qin was having dinner with you just now. "

Qiao Qianyou smiled coldly. He went to Qin Youle and asked in a low voice, "how's it going? Are you okay? "

Qin Youle put her hand down from her cheek and shook her head.

"Fu Zi." Qiao Qianyou's face was livid. He looked at Fu Zi and said, "Fu Zi! Why did you do it to my girlfriend? "

"I......" Fu Zi's mouth twitched. She paused and replied, "hum, Qin Youle deserves this slap."

"Oh? Really? " Qiao Qianyou raised his eyebrows. He looked at Fu Zi and sneered, "Fu Zi, I think you should fight too."

"Qiao Qianyou, you..." Fu Zi's face turned red and white. She said angrily, "Qiao Qianyou, you are really blind. You want to show up for Qin Youle. You don't know her..."

"Fu Zi!" Qin Youle quickly stopped Fu Zi's words, "Fu Zi, you'd better think about what you want to say!"

Seeing the warning in Qin Youle's eyes, Fu Zi bit her lips tightly, and her eyes narrowed.

"Fu Zi, please apologize to my girlfriend." Qiao Qianyou looked at Qin Youle suspiciously. He didn't know what the festival was between Qin Youle and Fu Zi. However, thinking that Qin Youle would be his wife in the future, he couldn't help but want to seek justice for Qin Youle.

"Qiao Qianyou, why should I apologize to your girlfriend?" Fu Zi looked domineering.

"Fu Zi, you should know that with your current fame and the recent contract dispute with Chenxi. What do you think you will do if I reveal the news that you beat people in the hotel again? " Qiao Qianyou said calmly. Although his tone was calm, his eyes were sharp.

"Qiao Qianyou, don't go too far!" Fu Zi's facial features are distorted because of anger, and her chest floats violently. Recently, she has been plagued with scandals. If she continues to add this news of trouble and beating, her career may fall to the bottom.

"I'll give you ten seconds to think about it." Qiao Qianyou said calmly. While talking, he was already looking at his watch. "Two seconds have passed. Well, there is still seven seconds to consider."

Fu Zi clenched her lips, and her psychology was in a fierce struggle.

"OK, the last second." Qiao Qianyou said in a deep voice. He raised his eyes and looked at Fu Zi. "Fu Zi, then you'll wait to see your news. I don't know what I'll do."

"OK, I apologize!" Fu Zi said almost gnashing her teeth.

Qiao Qianyou and Qin Youle looked at each other, and Qin Youle quickly lowered his head.

"Qin Youle, I'm sorry for what I just did..."

"I don't accept it." Before Fu Zi finished, Qin Youle said faintly, "Miss Fu, you don't have to apologize. I won't accept your apology."

Looking at Qin Youle's eyes without any waves, Fu Ziqi made the whole person tremble. She bited her teeth and scolded and asked, "Qin Youle, you're fucking kidding me, aren't you?"

"Qianyou, let's go." Don't want to continue to entangle with Fu Zi, Qin Youle said quietly.

"OK." Qiao Qianyou gloated and raised the corners of his mouth. He stretched out his hand to hold Qin Youle and walked out.

Before completely disappearing, Qin Youle looked back at Fu Zi. Fu Zi's eyes almost killed her. Qin Youle thought to himself: Fu Zi, she wrote down this slap.

"I'll take you back." Walking to the door, Qiao Qianyou said softly.

"No," Qin Youle refused with a smile. She looked up at Qiao Qianyou and said gratefully, "Qianyou, thank you for what happened just now."

"Silly girl." Qiao Qianyou fondly rubbed Qin Youle's forehead. He sighed, "since I won't take you back, I'll take you on the bus. It's a little late now."

"Yes." Qin Youle didn't refuse him this time.

When Qin Youle dragged his tired body back to Kangcheng, song Tingchen was reading on the sofa.

"Back." Seeing Qin Youle coming back, song Tingchen said gently. His tone was like that of his husband and his wife who had been married for many years.

In fact, seeing Qin Youle coming back, song Tingchen was secretly happy.

"Yes." Qin Youle answered wearily.

Feeling something wrong with Qin Youle, song Tingchen stood up and asked anxiously, "what's the matter? Uncomfortable? "

"No." Qin Youle lowered his head and whispered, "I'm a little tired. I'll go back to my room and have a rest first."

"OK." Although he knew that Qin Youle must have something to hide from him, song Tingchen didn't ask much. His heart became heavy when he watched Qin Youle enter the bedroom.

Lying in bed after taking a bath, Qin Youle's mind has always been the scene when Qiao Qianyou gave her a picture at night. It turned out that she had summoned up the courage to refuse this loveless marriage, and now she was forced to accept it.

The door was tapped twice.

"Come in." Qin Youle wrapped it more tightly, and she poked out her head.

Song Tingchen opened the door with one hand. He took a bowl of mung bean soup and put it on the table.

"What?" Qin Youle asked curiously when she saw the bowl on the table. She didn't remember what song Tingchen would cook.

Song Tingchen frowned and asked, "I don't know if you have eaten. You cooked some mung bean soup. I remember what you liked to drink before."

Qin Youle's memory instantly returned to the past. In the past, when she and song Tingchen finished class, they always went to the small shop opposite the school to drink mung bean soup. Because she liked to drink, song Tingchen often cooked it and waited for her to drink.

"What are you staring at me for?" Song Tingchen said and stretched out his hand to explore Qin Youle's forehead. "Well, fortunately, there is no fever. Why are you so tightly wrapped?"

"Because you are." Qin Youle and honestly replied that she was wearing pajamas and no underwear.

"You'll get heatstroke." Song Tingchen pulled down the quilt. He gently helped Qin Youle sit up. "Drink some. I only put a little sugar. I won't decay my teeth."

"I brushed my teeth." Qin Youle is really hungry, but she is too lazy to brush her teeth again.

"I'll take you to brush your teeth." Song Tingchen leaned against Qin Youle's ear and whispered.

Qin Youle gave song Tingchen a white eye. She pushed song Tingchen away and said quietly, "song Tingchen, don't joke with me in the future."

Seeing that Qin Youle seemed really angry, song Tingchen raised his mouth. He put his hand around Qin Youle's shoulder again: "Qin Youle, you will know how considerate I am to you in the future."

"No more." Qin Youle whispered.

"What are you talking about?" Song Tingchen just went to serve mung bean soup, so he didn't hear what Qin Youle said clearly.

"I said, can you bring it to me quickly!" Qin Youle suddenly raised the volume. She was depressed at this time. Since Song Tingchen was going to hit the muzzle of the gun, she just took this opportunity to vent her emotions.

"He is thin and weak, but he has a big temper." Song Tingchen said spoiled.

Qin Youle felt as if she had hit cotton with her fist. It was inexplicable.

"I'll do it myself." Seeing that song Tingchen wanted to feed her, Qin Youle hurried to get the spoon, "I'll do it myself."

"Open your mouth!" Song Tingchen said overbearing, "don't dirty your hands. I'll wash your hands later."

Qin Youle didn't slow down for a long time. Song Tingchen's reason is too lame.