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"Hum!" Qiao Qianyou sneered with disdain, "all your life? Song Tingchen, should I say you are naive? Or are you stupid? Mr. Qin doesn't agree with you two. Do you think Qin Youle will firmly go down with you? "

Hearing Qiao Qianyou's words, song Tingchen was calm on the surface, but in fact, the dark tide was surging in his heart. Although Qiao Qianyou's words were ugly, they were very accurate. He knew Qin Youle's temperament very well and was almost obedient to Qin Huai and Qin Youle.

"So what?" Song Tingchen forced himself to calmly swing the valuable watch on his wrist and whispered, "Qiao Qianyou, now the matter between Youle and me is a certainty, and there is no room for discussion."

"You..." Qiao Qianyou's proud look disappeared. He said fiercely, "song Tingchen, don't think that if you can fool Qin Youle with some indiscriminate means, everything will be fine. I'll make you two guilty!"

As soon as Qiao Qianyou finished his words, he immediately wanted to leave.

"Qiao Qianyou!" Song Tingchen stopped him, "Qiao Qianyou, if I'm not wrong, do you want to find Qinhuai? Then show the photos of Qin Youle and me to Qin Huai, right? "

Song Tingchen had walked around to Qiao Qianyou and blocked his way.

"Ho!" Qiao Qianyou looked into song Tingchen's eyes and sneered, "it seems that Qin Youle told you everything. Since both of them are ready, let's see how fierce the storm will come."

The corner of song Tingchen's mouth went up and said, "are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course." Qiao Qianyou's smile disappeared. He approached song Tingchen and said word by word, "I'd like to see what old man Qin would think when he saw these photos. He'll be furious. Then you and your Mrs. song will have to stand it."

Qiao Qianyou specially bit the word "Mrs. song" very hard.

"That's just right. I have a present for you, too." Song Tingchen said carelessly, "if you send photos of old man Qin, I'll send some videos. It should be more exciting."

"Video?" Qiao Qianyou looked at Song Tingchen alertly. He asked in a low voice, "song Tingchen, what the hell are you doing? What video? "

Seeing Qiao Qianyou nervous, song Tingchen deliberately wanted to lift Qiao Qianyou's appetite.

"This video material is very valuable. Why don't we go to the Qin family now and give it to old man Qin to see if he is willing to choose me as his son-in-law? Or do you want to choose you as your son-in-law? " Song Tingchen said casually. Although he spoke carelessly, his tone seemed very firm.

Seeing that song Tingchen was so sure, Qiao Qianyou immediately felt guilty. He didn't know what evidence song Tingchen held in his hand, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Qiao Qianyou pondered.

After a long time, Qiao Qianyou said, "song Tingchen, how about we exchange the information in our hands?"

Song Tingchen shook his head. He deliberately wanted to make Qiao Qianyou nervous.

Turning to see song Tingchen's smile, Qiao Qianyou became more and more agitated. He brushed his head and said to song Tingchen, "song Tingchen, either you give me the information in your hand and we can share it; Or, we'll go to the Qin family to find old man Qin with the information now, and I don't believe he will accept you! "

fit in exactly with one's wishes! Song Tingchen gently held his fingers together. He said slowly, "OK, I can show you the video first, but you have to ensure that you can't pass the news to Qin during this period."

Qiao Qianyou pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak.

Song Tingchen took out his mobile phone from his pocket and ordered a video to Qiao Qianyou.

Seeing the video, Qiao Qianyou only felt that the blood from his whole body was pouring into his head, and his hand had already unconsciously clenched into a fist.

"Song Tingchen?" Qiao Qianyou almost clenched his teeth and asked, "how did you get this video?"

Song Tingchen took back his mobile phone. He sneered, turned off his mobile phone and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect that director Qiao of deer god culture was a......"

Song Tingchen smiled meaningfully. When Huang Zhiming just got the information, he was really shocked. No one thought Qiao Qianyou would have a "boyfriend".

"What do you want?" Qiao Qianyou's ears turned red. He clenched his hands, looked into song Tingchen's eyes and said coldly, "song Tingchen, don't you think your means are very bad?"

"Next work?" Song Tingchen's tone was light. He glanced at Qiao Qianyou with a sword eyebrow and asked, "so, director Qiao, is your means very noble?"

Song Tingchen walked up to Qiao Qianyou and whispered in his ear, "if I'm not wrong, you just want to marry Youle home to show your parents? Still trying to marry her back by means, Qiao Qianyou, are you the despicable person? "

His mind was told by song Tingchen. Qiao Qianyou's face turned red and white. He wanted to refute song Tingchen, but he didn't know what to say in the end.

"Qiao Qianyou, since it hasn't happened, I can not pursue it." Seeing Qiao Qianyou's silence, song Tingchen continued, "as long as you don't disturb Qin Youle again, I don't investigate what you did in the past. As for this video, I guarantee that no third person will see it."

When it comes to the video, Qiao Qianyou knows that he has been caught.

"Song Tingchen, what do you think you can do with this video?" Qiao Qianyou snorted coldly, "if you secretly take pictures of this matter, I will investigate it to the end!"

Song Tingchen put a hook on the corner of his mouth. He nodded and said with a smile: "naturally, you can investigate, but I'm curious. What would happen if chairman Li saw this video?"

Qiao Qianyou's eyes were sharp in an instant.

Song Tingchen stared into Qiao Qianyou's eyes and said word by word: "tell me, will she blame you? Or will you go to the man in the video? If I remember correctly, the man inside should be Wen Xijun. "

"Song Tingchen!" Qiao Qianyou suddenly rushed up with an arrow.

Just as Qiao Qianyou's hand was about to catch song Tingchen's collar, song Tingchen held Qiao Qianyou's wrist with one hand. Qiao Qianyou's action was in a moment, and song Tingchen's action was also done at one go.

"Qiao Qianyou, I warn you! Next time in front of me, don't play with these hands and feet! " Song Tingchen said coldly. He shook off Qiao Qianyou's wrist.

Qiao Qianyou felt pain and couldn't help taking a breath. Song Tingchen didn't seem to use force, but he did. He could feel the pain in his wrist.

"Song Tingchen, you..."

"Qiao Qianyou, I'm not talking to you about terms." Song Tingchen impatiently interrupted Qiao Qianyou, "if master Qin has a picture of me and Youle in his hand, chairman Li will also have a video of you and Wen Xijun in his hand. Do you hear clearly?"

Qiao Qianyou couldn't think of a way to deal with song Tingchen, so he had to accept the condition angrily.

"Wait a minute!" Seeing that song Tingchen was leaving, Qiao Qianyou paused and whispered, "I want the original data of the video."

"Of course, the photos I asked people to take will also be sent to you." Qiao Qianyou said very consciously.

Song Tingchen nodded slightly and strode away.

Watching the black Rolls Royce leave, Qiao Qianyou scolded a dirty word. He hated that everything had been calculated, but he was fooled in the last step!

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang. Qiao Qianyou saw that it was Wen Xijun. He suppressed his anger and answered the phone.

At this time, Qin Youle was still in a trance. Why did she suddenly get the marriage certificate with song Tingchen?

"Zhiming, where are we going?" Seeing the car driving into a strange street, Qin Youle said suspiciously, "aren't we going to the set?"

"Madam." Huang Zhiming looked at Qin Youle in the mirror and explained with a smile, "madam, president Song said that he asked me to take you to dinner first. You go to pick furniture together this afternoon."

"Pick furniture?" Qin Youle is more confused. Why do you want to change the furniture?

"Yes, madam." Huang Zhiming feels that he is also very happy today. Is it that people often say that people are happy when they have a happy event?

"What do you do with changing furniture?" Qin Youle said puzzled, "Zhiming, so did song Tingchen arrange that Qianyou was called out just now?"

Huang Zhiming nodded and said, "president Song asked director Zhuo to arrange it."

Afraid of Qin Youle's anger, Huang Zhiming quickly explained: "however, madam, you should believe that it is absolutely the right choice for you not to marry Qiao Qianyou. President song is really for you."

Huang Zhiming almost said the real purpose of Qiao Qianyou's marriage to Qin Youle, but he stopped in time. Song Tingchen told him not to let Qin Youle know about it for the time being.

Huang Zhiming is a subordinate of song Tingchen. Of course, he speaks for song Tingchen. Qin Youle smiled and didn't speak. She could understand Huang Zhiming's mood of safeguarding song Tingchen.

The topic suddenly stopped and they fell into silence again.

"Zhiming, there's something I want to ask you." Qin Youle suddenly thought of Fu Zi. She thought that there was nothing to do in her spare time anyway. She might as well talk about gossip.

"Madam, please." Huang Zhiming is about the same age as song Tingchen, but he may have been with song Tingchen for many years.

"Fu Zi is the artist under your Chenxi banner, isn't he?" Qin you cleared his throat, lowered his voice and asked, "what is the relationship between her and song Tingchen? Ambiguous? "

When Qin Youle was talking, the car just came to the corner. Huang Zhiming almost choked on Qin Youle's words. He quickly turned the steering wheel and didn't hit the corner of the corner.

"Be careful!" Qin Youle's bag fell to the ground. She patted her chest and whispered, "Oh, I almost died young!"

Huang Zhiming, who was still in shock, couldn't help laughing when he heard Qin Youle's words: "madam, do you think it's a pity to be Mrs. song for only a few hours."

Qin Youle's face suddenly turned red. She was quite used to Huang Zhiming calling her his wife all the way.

"Huang Zhiming, I'm serious with you!" Qin Youle had to pretend to be serious.

"Madam, do you want me to help you monitor president song now?" Huang Zhiming dare not be distracted. The road is getting smaller and smaller. He must be highly serious.