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"Youle, I've asked someone to calculate the eight characters of your and Qianyou's birthday. I can get the certificate tomorrow."

Hearing the voice from the mobile phone, Qin Youle's heart sank to the bottom of the valley sitting in front of the computer.

"Youle? Did you hear me? " Qin Huai asked nervously, "will you go tomorrow?"

"Oh, of course." Qin Youle's face twitched, "Dad, I still have work to do. Won't you say it first?"

"Tomorrow night and Qianyou go home for dinner?" Qin Huai long breathed a sigh of relief and asked expectantly, "tomorrow is the day for you two to get the certificate. Do you want to come back and talk to your mother?"

Qin Youle paused and said in a low voice, "Dad, I'll call you tomorrow. I have to see how Qianyou arranges. As for talking to mom, there will be plenty of opportunities at that time."

"All right." Qin Huai said somewhat frustrated, "then you should rest early and keep a good state tomorrow."

"Well, good." Qin Youle replied.

Put down the mobile phone and think of Qin Huai's words, Qin Youle was very sad. This week, she always hoped that something accidental could happen on the way, but everything was calm, and she had no reason to delay the day of obtaining the certificate.

The phone screen lights up.

It's a wechat message from Qiao Qianyou: meet at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau at 9 o'clock tomorrow.

Qin Youle stared at the mobile phone screen for a long time before returning one word: OK.

After tomorrow, she will leave here. Thinking so, Qin Youle looked back at her bedroom and lived here for some time. She was reluctant.

Qin Youle woke up several times this night. Despite my great reluctance, time passed minute by minute.

When song Tingchen came out of the bedroom, Qin Youle had put breakfast on the table.

"So early?" Song Tingchen looked at the corner of Qin Youle's mouth, and the two had a rare and harmonious relationship this week.

Qin Youle smiled in response.

However, Qin Youle's smile has changed in Song Tingchen's eyes. He can see that Qin Youle's smile is a little sad.

"I won't go to the crew today." Qin Youle lowered his head and said.

"Why?" Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle suspiciously. Since the film started, Qin Youle has to go almost every scene. It can be said that he has done his duty.

"There's something I can't go." Qin Youle stood up after drinking milk. She didn't dare to stay any longer. She was afraid that she would confess to song Tingchen the next second.

Looking at Qin Youle leaving from him, song Tingchen reached out and grabbed Qin Youle's wrist: "Qin Youle, do you have something to hide from me?"

"No!" Qin Youle quickly threw away song Tingchen's hand and ran into the bedroom.

Hearing the heavy sound of closing the door behind him, song Tingchen was clenched into a fist with the hand he threw away.

After changing into a big white shirt, Qin Youle stood in front of the mirror for a long time. Although she hardly slept last night, her skin was still white in the mirror.

Stretching out his hand and pulling his long hair behind his head, Qin Youle smiled bitterly at her in the mirror. After today, her identity will be completely changed.

"Mrs. song?" I don't know why, these three words suddenly rubbed out of Qin Youle's mind. Qin Youle was shocked. The man to get her certificate today is Qiao Qianyou, not song Tingchen!

He opened his bag and looked at the Hukou book in his eye bag. Qin Youle took a deep breath.

"Youle!" The door was tapped, and song Tingchen's low voice came in.

Qin Youle hasn't responded yet. Song Tingchen has pushed the door and walked in.

Seeing Qin Youle's dress, song Tingchen blinked. Qin Youle seems to wear simple clothes, but in fact, he uses a little heart. That wide shirt gives Qin Youle a bit more charm, but it seems to be a bit heroic.

Song Tingchen glanced at Qin Youle's handbag on the bed. The dark red Hukou book made him understand everything in an instant.

Seeing song Tingchen staring at her handbag, Qin Youle hurried over and zipped up: "what's the matter? I'm going out. "

"I'll see you off!" Song Tingchen's tone was a little stiff. He stretched out his hand to stop Qin Youle.

Qin Youle looked at him and said in a panic, "no, I'll just go myself."

"Qin Youle, are you going to get your marriage certificate with Qiao Qianyou?" Just as Qin Youle's hand touched the doorknob, song Tingchen asked painfully.

Qin Youle's hand stopped on the doorknob.

"Don't go." Song Tingchen ordered without comment.

Qin Youle looked back at Song Tingchen. He turned his back to her. Qin Youle couldn't see song Tingchen's face.

"Sorry." Qin Youle still turned the doorknob. Since she has a handle in Qiao Qianyou's hand, she can't escape this level anyway.

Hearing the sound of the doorknob turning, song Tingchen rushed over. He grabbed Qin Youle's wrist, stared into her eyes and said in a deep voice, "Qin Youle, I said you can't go."

Seeing song Tingchen's eyes turn red for the first time, Qin Youle shudders, but she still pretends to be calm and says, "song Tingchen, whether to go or not is my freedom. You have no right to interfere with my choice. Let go!"

"Don't let go!" Song Tingchen blurted out, "you don't want to step out of this door today!"

"Song Tingchen!" Qin Youle was angry and the veins on her neck burst out. She tried her best to get rid of song Tingchen, but in vain.

Song Tingchen held Qin Youle's hand tightly and refused to release it.

"Song Tingchen, let me go!" Qin Youle struggled hard. She almost yelled, "song Tingchen, you are illegally detaining me!"

"Qin Youle, I won't let you go today!" Song Tingchen dragged Qin Youle inside. "Do you think it's interesting to marry someone you don't love?"

Qin Youle used all his strength to get rid of song Tingchen for the last time. Her wrists already had marks and were burning.

"You say!" Song Tingchen roared.

Qin Youle looked into song Tingchen's eyes and said word by word: "song Tingchen, we have ended a few years ago. You have no right to ask who I want to be with and who I want to marry."

Qin Youle's cold words made song Tingchen angry. He glanced at Qin Youle and left the bedroom angrily.

The door was slammed shut with a bang.

At the moment when the door was closed, tears in Qin Youle's eyes fell one by one. She slowly sat on the ground, her heart as cold as ice.

In the living room, song Tingchen poured a glass of red wine, and the red liquid rippled in the goblet.

Ten minutes later, Qin Youle opened the door and came out with his bag.

She just glanced at Song Tingchen. Song Tingchen's indifferent side face, the goblet on the table and the almost solidified atmosphere in the living room made Qin Youle panic.

"Youle." Just when Qin Youle decided to go quietly, song Tingchen stopped her.

"Song Tingchen, i..."

Before Qin Youle finished, the glass suddenly fell from Song Tingchen's hand. The glass fell to the ground and made a crisp sound, which was very harsh.

"Tingchen!" Qin Youle's pupils dilated immediately. She threw her bag aside and rushed over.

"Don't come here, it's dangerous!" Looking at the glass fragments under his feet and the red wine flowing everywhere, song Tingchen frowned.

"Song Tingchen, your feet are bleeding. Don't move. I'll get the broom!" Qin Youle choked and said that her voice trembled because she was nervous.

Song Tingchen looked down at his feet. He was wearing slippers. The broken glass might have touched the instep of his foot. There were faint blood stains on the instep.

"I'll come!" Seeing Qin Youle coming with a broom, song Tingchen whispered.

"No!" Qin Youle's voice suddenly increased.

Song Tingchen was stunned. He saw that Qin Youle's eyes were still red. If he hadn't looked closely, he wouldn't have found this scene at all.

"Sit down." After sweeping the broken glass, Qin Youle put a medicine box in his arms on the table.

"No, it's just a little injury."

"Small injuries should also be handled well. What if they are infected?" Qin Youle dragged song Tingchen to sit down. She kept her head down and didn't dare to see song Tingchen.

He took out a cotton swab and alcohol. Qin Youle wholeheartedly cleaned song Tingchen's wound: "fortunately, the wound is not deep. It's ok if you should wipe some alcohol. You should pay attention when taking a bath, you know?"

Song Tingchen let Qin Youle say, and he didn't even say a word.

"Song Tingchen?" Because song Tingchen didn't answer, Qin Youle couldn't help looking up at Song Tingchen. When she looked up, she saw that song Tingchen was also looking at her affectionately.

As soon as Qin Youle wanted to take back his eyes, song Tingchen held her hand.

"Youle, even if I beg you, you won't get a marriage certificate with Qiao Qianyou. You'll regret it!" Song Tingchen looked into Qin Youle's eyes and said sincerely.

"Song Tingchen, some things you can't do if you don't want to." Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen calmly and said that compared with the reluctance a few days ago, Qin Youle didn't know why she was suddenly relieved now.

"This is a lifetime thing!" Song Tingchen said excitedly, "Qin Youle, are you willing to make do with it all your life?"

"Maybe I'll fall in love with him later." Qin Youle lowered his head and said somewhat disheartened. Up to now, she can only comfort herself in this way.

Song Tingchen sneered: "you will regret it!"

Regret? Qin Youle only feels extremely wronged. Why can't she get what she wants.

"In the evening, I go back to my apartment." After finishing everything, Qin Youle picked up his bag and prepared to go out.

One, two, the door is locked.

Qin Youle's face suddenly changed. She looked back at Song Tingchen and asked coldly, "song Tingchen, have you had enough? Open the door when you've had enough! "

When he came out of Qin Youle's bedroom, song Tingchen locked the door. Only his fingerprints can open the smart lock.

Hearing the cold voice behind him, song Tingchen put his hands on his knees. He reluctantly shook his head. If there was no way, he would never use such indiscriminate means to keep Qin Youle.

Seeing song Tingchen shaking his head, Qin Youle was not angry. She went over and asked loudly, "song Tingchen, I'll tell you for the last time. Even if I don't marry Qiao Qianyou, we won't have a good result. Can you stop making trouble!"

"Qin Youle, I'll say it again for the last time. I won't let you leave!" Song Tingchen also stood up. He stared at Qin Youle for a long time.