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Thinking that song Tingchen would not come to her for the time being, Qin Youle also pushed the suitcase in. Just when she was about to close the door, song Tingchen suddenly pushed the door in.

"What are you doing?" Qin Youle alertly stopped song Tingchen outside the door. Outside, she should always keep a distance from Song Tingchen because she is afraid of being seen by her colleagues on the crew.

"Someone is coming." Song Tingchen suddenly whispered.

Qin Youle hurriedly subconsciously pulled song Tingchen into the room. It would be even worse if people saw song Tingchen at the door of her room.

Song Tingchen pushed Qin Youle back behind the door.

"Song Tingchen, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, song Tingchen held him down, and Qin Youle frowned.

Song Tingchen deliberately approached. His body took a step forward and completely pressed Qin Youle down.

Qin Youle said, "song Tingchen, stop making trouble."

Looking at Qin Youle's fear, song Tingchen smiled. He lowered his head and kissed Qin Youle on his forehead, and then let Qin Youle go.

When song Tingchen's head approached Qin Youle, she thought he was going to beat her again, so she subconsciously closed her eyes. In Kangcheng, song Tingchen never tire of playing this constant trick.

Feeling that song Tingchen let her go, Qin Youle immediately sorted out some messy collars.

"Song Tingchen, go back quickly. It's bad to be seen later." Qin you cleared her throat and said that she was really afraid of being seen. Song Tingchen came to her room alone. It must be a scandal!

Song Tingchen looked left and right. He didn't want to leave at all.

Although the hotel rooms are small, they are very concise. Whether the sheets or curtains are white, it seems that even the floor is not dyed.

When song Tingchen ordered his subordinates to book a room, he specially ordered that luxury and size are secondary. The first thing to pass is the sanitation. He also paid extra money and hired someone to do a special cleaning.

"It looks good." Song Tingchen visited a circle of rooms and nodded with satisfaction. "It's still a place to live, but it seems a little small for two people to sleep."

"Two people sleep?"

Qin Youle came out of the bathroom and heard the last few words. She was surprised to see song Tingchen shaking her head like a rattle: "song Tingchen, I warn you, don't come and knock on my door at night."

"Warn me?" Song Tingchen said with a light smile, "can I come and invite you to my place?"

"No!" Qin Youle immediately refused, "song Tingchen, I'm not kidding you this time. Don't come to me in the middle of the night. If someone sees me, I'll jump into the Yellow River and I can't wash it."

"You can't wash it clearly." Song Tingchen gently lifted Qin Youle's chin with his fingers and said seductively, "Qin Youle, now you are mine, you know, I know, and everyone will know in the future."

"Who is yours!" Qin Youle clapped song Tingchen's hand unhappily.

"Well, I'm tired, too." Seeing Qin Youle's tired face, song Tingchen put away his smile. He said with concern, "take a bath first. I'll call you to dinner later."

"I'll go down myself." Qin Youle yawned and song Tingchen left with the door.

As soon as song Tingchen left, Qin Youle remembered the scene at the front desk of the hotel. Although she was afraid that her relationship with song Tingchen would be discovered, song Tingchen's insistence on living on the same floor with her just now made her feel a little sweet. Love is the need to express.

When he got to the room, song Tingchen immediately took out his notebook from his suitcase.

Although he is out of town now, he still has to worry about dawn. Many decisions of the company need to be finalized by him.

As soon as he turned on the computer, song Tingchen saw several emails from Huang Zhiming.

After reading the email, song Tingchen immediately dialed Huang Zhiming.

"Mr. Song, have you arrived?" Hearing song Tingchen's voice, Huang Zhiming immediately asked, "have you checked into the hotel?"

"Yes." Song Tingchen only wanted to go straight to the subject. He asked seriously, "are the information on your email true? Has it been verified? "

"Yes, Xu Bo and I both verified once."

Hearing Huang Zhiming's words, song Tingchen paused: "Zhiming, you should immediately inform president Qian and tell him the news you know first. He will naturally find a way."

"Yes."

"Also," song Tingchen didn't forget to order before hanging up, "remember, don't let Youle know about this matter for the time being, and don't spread it out again."

"Yes."

After hanging up, song Tingchen immediately untied the button at the top of his collar. He sat in front of his notebook and thought hard about what to do.

According to the message sent by Huang Zhiming, "agent 7" has not achieved very good results in both online questionnaire survey and anonymous voting on microblog. Moreover, most of the directors are opposed.

If this is the case, song Tingchen has only one way to go, that is to find investor Zhuo Shengtian. However, the conditions put forward by Zhuo Shengtian are quite different from Song Tingchen's consistent style.

After thinking so, song Tingchen rubbed his temples, which was the first time he had encountered such great difficulties in many years.

In fact, song Tingchen has found out. Over the years, his films have been somewhat similar. They have reached a certain level in technology. It will be very difficult to make a breakthrough again. If he wants to break through himself now, the best way is to choose a good film to break through his shackles.

Just as song Tingchen was thinking, his mobile phone rang. News from wechat group: dinner is scheduled for 6:00.

Song Tingchen looked at the time on his mobile phone, and it was an hour away. He thought he'd better take a bath first and let the whole person relax.

Just when song Tingchen was going to ask Qin Youle to have dinner, Qin Youle sent him a text message: I'm already downstairs.

Seeing the information on the mobile phone, song Tingchen smiled helplessly.

The director, producer, screenwriter, producer, recording, art director and several main actors sat in a box.

When song Tingchen arrived at the private room, almost everyone arrived. Qin Youle and Li Changji sat together and reserved positions for song Tingchen. Next to them were deputy director Li and actor he mo.

"Everyone is here, then serve." The speaker is Hu Ke, an active art director. He is a man of about 40 years old with a small beard on his chin. He is very sexy.

While talking, the waiter opened the door handle and served all the dishes in three or two minutes.

"Wow, I've been running for so long today. I'm really a little hungry." As soon as the meal was served, several big men had touched their stomachs and were ready to have a big meal.

"Hello, ladies first?"

Seeing that everyone was about to start moving chopsticks, Li Changji smiled and said to Qin Youle sitting next to him: "screenwriter Qin, you eat first, ladies first."

Hearing Li Changji's words, everyone stopped their chopsticks.

"No, you're welcome." Qin Youle smiled awkwardly. She made a bowl of soup. "I'll have a bowl of soup before dinner. You eat it first."

Li Changji looked at Yang Yunyan, the second female actor: "Yunyan, look at you. You should eat more."

Yang Yunyan and he Mo sat together. She raised her mouth and smiled calmly: "Li Changji, don't you know how to keep our star's figure? I can't eat staple food. "

"Oh, forget, forget." Li Changji picked up his chopsticks and said brightly, "OK, now we can eat! Really, I'm hungry, too. "

Except for Qin Youle, song Tingchen and he Mo, the others are elderly men.

Li Changji said that during the meal, almost everyone bowed their heads to eat. Qin Youle and song Tingchen looked at each other, and they just sat opposite each other.

Ten minutes later, everyone's eating speed slowed down obviously, and the number of wine glasses collided during the dinner increased.

Watching everyone clink glasses with each other, Qin Youle kind of wants to leave the table. She never liked this kind of occasion. Originally, she thought that people from the same crew would eat better. Unexpectedly, they would toast each other.

In half an hour.

"Yunyan, you must drink this wine."

The producer kept persuading Yang Yunyan to drink. Her face was a little red.

"You're not interesting enough!" When Yang Yunyan spoke, the whole person kept shaking. She suddenly turned her head and looked at Qin Youle and said, "look, we have two women, Qin screenwriter and me. You haven't let her drink a cup. Isn't it not interesting enough."

Qin Youle didn't expect Yang Yunyan to lead the arrow to her. She quickly shook her head and refused: "I think everyone knows that my drinking capacity is very bad. I'm afraid I can't get up tomorrow morning after drinking today."

"Yes!" Li Changji helped explain, "we Youle really don't drink. She doesn't drink every time we go out to play."

Yang Yunyan waved: "no, if our Qin screenwriter doesn't drink, I can't drink any more."

"This..." the producer looked at Qin Youle and said with a smile, "screenwriter Qin, or you can have some. I also remember that every time you come, you don't drink. "

"I..." Qin Youle was very embarrassed. All levels here are older than her. She really can't refuse.

"Let me drink it for Qin's screenwriter."

When Qin Youle was in trouble, he Mo suddenly said, "I'm a man. I'll have two drinks instead of her, so Zi Yunyan won't mind."

Before everyone reacted, he Mo had already had a drink and was pouring a second.

"He Mo, I didn't expect you to drink so well." The producer laughed and said, "the crew all said that our screenwriter Qin had a good relationship with he mo. it seems that this is still true."

Qin Youle looked at he Mo gratefully.

"Everyone is tired after running around all day. Drink less wine." Song Tingchen, who hasn't spoken for a long time, said coldly, "we'll start work tomorrow. Let's stop here today."

The people present looked at each other, and song Tingchen's voice was indisputable, which made people dare not say anything more.

Song Tingchen opened his chair and took the lead in leaving the private room.

He Mo Dynasty Qin Youle winked, and they left one after another.