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Qiao Qianyou's gentlemanly smile made Qin Youle feel more worried and guilty.

She shook her head. "Nothing. I've just been thinking about the script."

"What happened to the script?"

"Return, return, and be returned. I will always run on the road of being returned. Qian you, am I special and useless? " Qin Youle looks at Qiao Qianyou a little frustrated.

"How? You are the best woman in my eyes. " Qiao Qianyou looked at Qin Youle and smiled gently and politely, "why don't I invest in your script."

"No." Qin Youle shook his head, "I don't want to rely on others. Even if you are my boyfriend, I also want to look at my strength to strive to achieve success, not on you."

"All right. If you need me, feel free to tell me, "let's go to the movies."

"OK." Qin Youle nodded.

The two walked side by side, always maintaining a gentleman's polite distance.

In the dim light of the cinema, Qin Youle secretly got up.

She stepped on high heels and walked slowly to the bathroom. As soon as she got to the bathroom door, Qin Youle felt a great strength coming from her wrist. After a sudden stumble, Qin Youle was dragged into the men's bathroom with a lightning speed.

Qin Youle's mouth was tightly covered.

Her eyes opened wide with fright, and her dark eyes looked a little stunned.

The sound of heart beating is clearly visible in the quiet men's toilet.

Qin Youle dared not move. Behind her stiff spine, song Tingchen's voice sounded low behind her: "who is he? Who is that man? "

Qin Youle's stiff back collapsed in an instant, relaxed a lot, and more shocked and angry. She grabbed song Tingchen's hand over her mouth, turned her head and looked at Song Tingchen strangely: "song Tingchen, can you not do such a thing that hits your heart?"

Song Tingchen had no regrets, and still asked Qin Youle, "I'm asking you, who is he?"

"It's my boyfriend."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Nonsense!" Qin Youle gives song Tingchen a white look and raises her feet to go out. She doesn't want to stay in the men's room for a long time.

If someone breaks in, she'll be embarrassed to death.

"Don't go." Song Tingchen took Qin Youle's white and delicate wrist with a big hand and pulled her back.

He butted her against the wall and stared at Qin Youle. His dark and cold eyes were very aggressive, as if to stare at two holes in her face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen speechless.

Song Tingchen bullishly pressed Qin Youle on the wall of the toilet. His hands pressed her shoulders. He looked at her and ordered in a low voice: "break up with him."

"What?" Qin Youle almost laughed, "you are sick! Am I your slave now? I've endured you for a long time, song Tingchen. Are you finished? I won't break up with my boyfriend. He's the person my father recognizes and likes. "

Qin Youle's words fell. Song Tingchen's face suddenly looked much better. His lips were slightly hooked. Looking at Qin Youle, he smiled: "you mean you don't like him."

"Not so." Song Tingchen had just begun to smile, but he disappeared under Qin Youle's strong denial.

His face was gloomy and cold. He looked at Qin Youle and gnashed his teeth and shouted her name.