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"You? What's the matter with you? " Qin Youle frowned slightly, looked at Song Tingchen squatting down and poked him on the shoulder.

Song Tingchen opened his eyes hard and looked at Qin Youle.

He looked very pale.

"Anemia?" Qin Youle frowned. She remembered that song Tingchen had anemia.

She looked at Song Tingchen, shook her head, helped him up and leaned against the sofa, turned back to the house and took out chocolate.

She sat on the sofa, broke off the chocolate and sent it to song Tingchen's mouth.

Song Tingchen stared at her without moving his eyes. His expression was extremely complex. Under his eyes, he was gentle and focused.

"Open your mouth." Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen and stuffed the chocolate on his hand into his mouth.

Song Tingchen opened his mouth and Qin Youle stuffed chocolate into his mouth.

His thin lips swept her fingers. Qin Youle quickly retracted his fingers as if they had been electrified.

"Why do you take chocolate with you?" Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle and asked.

In his impression, Qin Youle didn't bring chocolate when she was a child. She didn't bring chocolate for him until she found that he had low blood sugar.

After so many years of separation, she still keeps this habit.

Song Tingchen's lips were slightly hooked and raised a faint smile.

Qin Youle lowered his head and pulled the corners of his mouth: "I like to eat."

She silently clenched her hands and dared not look directly at Song Tingchen. All her eyes exposed her guilt. She was lying.

Years of habit has become natural. Even if that person is no longer around her, she still retains the habit when he was still around her.

She bowed her head and stopped talking, and he stopped questioning.

The night was closing in and it was getting dark.

Qin Youle hurriedly said good night to song Tingchen and hurriedly got into his room.

Song Tingchen looked at her eager back with deep eyes, glancing over the chocolate left by Qin Youle on the tea table, and his lips slightly outlined a warm upward arc.

*****Qin Youle's room.

Qin Youle sat in front of the computer, constantly tapping the keyboard in her hand and modifying the script in her hand. After many days, she spent the repeated process of constantly modifying and delivering the script.

She delivered the script frequently in order to move out of song Tingchen's house as soon as possible.

Song Tingchen was so overbearing that he told her that she was not allowed to move out of his house without reasonable reasons.

She asked, is there any reasonable reason for his mandatory detention of her?

Song Tingchen said overbearing that Qin Youle had nothing to do anyway. Where did he live? He also moved out of the fire that night. Hot video as a threat.

Qin Youle was so angry that he almost blew up.

After some bargaining, song Tingchen agreed to let her move out if she could find something to do.

So Qin Youle began to deliver the script as hard as he could.

"Bang bang!" Qin Youle knocked on song Tingchen's door for the first time after she moved in a few days.

As soon as the door opened, Qin Youle felt a great force on her wrist and dragged her in.

Before she knew what was going on, she sat in Song Tingchen's big room. On his lap, the swivel chair slides. Song Tingchen holds Qin Youle back to his desk, holds her in his arms, and plays with his mouse as if nothing had happened.

"What are you doing?" Qin Youle, who was stunned, wanted to get up after reacting, but song Tingchen held him tightly in his arms and was forced to continue to sit in his arms and in his big room. On the leg.