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"Don't move, you know, you move like this, for a man, this kind of mo. It's dangerous to rub it. It's easy to catch fire. " Song Tingchen bit Qin Youle's earlobe and hummed softly. Qin Youle's sensitive voice made him blow up in an instant.

She struggled to get up, but song Tingchen firmly held her in his arms.

"Don't you mean to knock on my door?" Song Tingchen squints at Qin Youle and smiles. He continues to stare at his computer screen and look at the data.

"No, I'm here to pay the rent." Qin Youle frowned and even looked at Song Tingchen with disgust.

"Oh, meat?" Song Tingchen's hand touched Qin Youle's waist and abdomen.

"Go away!" Qin Youle didn't know where her strength came from. She suddenly struggled out of the shackles of song Tingchen. She looked at Song Tingchen with a dark and cold face and was furious: "song Tingchen, I really came to pay the rent. Please show some respect."

Qin Youle took out his money and put it on the table. He turned and wanted to go, but he felt a tightness on the back of his hand. Her whole hand and the cash on the table were buckled on the table by song Tingchen's big hand.

Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle and said with an overbearing smile, "I won't accept it!"

He grabbed Qin Youle's hand and sent it back with the cash.

Qin Youle insisted on giving it and putting it on the table: "you must take it. You deserve it."

"If you give me more money, I won't be polite." Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle up and down, and finally stopped his eyes on her chest. He smiled at the corner of his mouth: "if you give me more money, I'll put it into your clothes. I'd be happy to help you with beautiful tofu. "

Song Tingchen stared at Qin Youle's chest and laughed more and more maliciously.

Qin Youle stared at Song Tingchen: "song Tingchen, how can there be such a brazen person in the world?" She couldn't believe her eyes or what her ears heard.

"Believe it or not, but I will do what I say. I believe you have experienced it a few days ago." Song Tingchen stared at Qin Youle, meaningfully hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled. His dark eyes were full of aggression.

Qin Youle staggered and took a step back.

Her chest rose and fell, obviously angry and frightened.

Qin Youle grabbed the money in her hand. A pile of money was wrinkled by her. She looked at Song Tingchen with gnashing teeth: "OK. If you don't want rent, you don't want rent, but I Qin Youle don't owe you. Can I do housework to pay off my debts? "

"Of course, whatever you want." Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle and smiled.

Qin Youle's face was dark. He turned out of song Tingchen's room and began to fasten his apron.

Song Tingchen secretly spied on Qin Youle's busy figure from the crack of the door, raised his lips and smiled. There was a cunning trick between his eyebrows and eyes.

*****At the weekend, it's time for routine.

Qin Youle's business is to date the boyfriend her father found for her.

Every week is like completing a task.

Qin Youle hurried out. Sitting in the western restaurant, she looked absent-minded when facing the tall gentleman opposite.

Qiao Qianyou looked at Qin Youle, pursed his lips and asked her with concern: "Youle, what's the matter? What are you thinking, always in a trance? "