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"Screenwriter Qin, are you back?"

Song Tingchen originally wanted to stop and talk to Qin Youle, but when he saw someone coming out of the next room, he entered his room.

Qin Youle noticed song Tingchen's pause. She smiled at the woman who greeted her: "yes, I'll come back after dinner."

Qin Youle is greeted by a makeup artist named Zhao Ting, but only a little more than 20. It is said that he has just graduated for two years, and now he can't be regarded as a formal makeup artist in the crew.

Qin Youle was about to enter the room when Zhao Ting suddenly rushed over and stopped in front of her.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Zhao Ting seemed to have something to say, Qin Youle put down her room card. She usually had no contact with Zhao ting. This time, Zhao Ting suddenly stopped her, which made her feel a little strange.

"Screenwriter Qin, can I go into your room?" Zhao Ting pointed to Qin Youle's room door and asked in a low voice.

Qin Youle looked down at the room card in her hand. She looked up at Zhao ting and asked, "what's the matter? Is there anything you can't say here? "

Qin Youle doesn't like outsiders to go into her room. She always thinks that the bedroom is a very private place. Not to mention that Zhao Ting is a stranger, even Liang Yin seldom goes into her bedroom.

Zhao Ting is not stupid either. She sees that Qin Youle doesn't like her to go into the room. So she twisted her fingers and explained with a smile, "no, I just want to say that I have nothing to do after dinner. I want to talk to you."

"Oh, yes." Afraid of Qin Youle's misunderstanding, Zhao Ting quickly pointed to the room on Qin Youle's left and explained, "I live here. I heard you live here, so I came out to have a look."

Qin Youle nodded: "do you have anything important?"

"Oh, no, No." Zhao Ting quickly shook her head and denied, "I just think it's too boring to nest in the room after dinner. It's only a little more than 8 o'clock now."

Qin Youle teased her long hair. Zhao Ting's explanation made her don't know how to answer for a while. Zhao Ting feels bored, but she still has a lot of things to do when she goes back to her room.

"Well..." Qin Youle looked into Zhao Ting's eyes and said, "if there's nothing to do, I think I still have something to do, so..."

"All right." Zhao Ting said sadly, "since it's like this, I won't bother you."

Qin Youle smiled. When she just brushed her room card to enter the door, Zhao Ting spoke again.

"Qin screenwriter!"

"What's the matter?" Qin Youle is a little impatient this time. She doesn't like others to linger and talk about the theme for a long time.

"Well," Zhao Ting said with courage, "screenwriter Qin, I have a question for you."

"You say."

"Yes, we were just discussing at dinner. Why did director song live on our floor?" Zhao Ting approached Qin Youle and said mysteriously, "most directors don't live on our floor. Director Song is a little abnormal this time."

Looking at Zhao Ting's mysterious appearance, Qin Youle suddenly felt funny. Her mood was gone just now. She just thought Zhao Ting's gossip was very interesting.

"Don't laugh, screenwriter Qin." Zhao Ting gestured to Qin Youle to be serious, "didn't you have dinner with song Dao just now? You know what? "

"I don't know." Qin Youle shook his head seriously, "you know, although I'm a screenwriter, I don't have much weight in the crew. How can president Song explain to me."

"It seems to make some sense!" Zhao Ting touched her chin and solemnly analyzed, "Oh, by the way, screenwriter Qin, I almost forgot that there seems to be some gossip between you and director song before, right?"

Hearing Zhao Ting's words, Qin Youle almost choked. She coughed twice and immediately denied: "no, no, I have nothing with Director Song. It's all gossip."

"Qin screenwriter, the so-called no wind, no waves. If everyone didn't see Director Song's special treatment for you, no one on the crew would spread the gossip between you two."

"Moreover," Zhao Ting continued before Qin Youle spoke, "today, on the plane, someone saw you leaning on Director Song's shoulder."

"I," Qin Youle paused and immediately explained, "because Director Song was just sitting next to me and I was a little uncomfortable, so he took care of me."

Zhao Ting smiled mysteriously at Qin Youle: "Qin screenwriter, don't explain any more. I don't believe you anyway. "

Qin Youle sighed silently. Since he didn't believe her, why did he ask her? Isn't that self contradictory?

"Well, then go ahead and I won't bother you." Zhao Ting spat out her tongue playfully at Qin Youle. She flashed into the room.

Qin Youle shrugged his shoulders and entered the room.

Just after dinner, Qin Youle didn't want to do anything. She took a book from the table and nestled in the sofa. Whenever she doesn't want to do anything, she likes to read a book.

Qin Youle's cell phone rang as she wandered through the world in the book.

"What are you doing?"

It's a wechat from Song Tingchen.

"Read a book."

"I came to see you?"

"No."

Qin Youle had just put down his cell phone when the doorbell rang.

"No!" Hearing the doorbell ring, Qin Youle sighed. She ran out before she could put down her book.

Qin Youle opened the door and saw that song Tingchen was standing at the door.

Song Tingchen glanced at the book in Qin Youle's hand and joked, "well, it's very positive to open the door for me."

Hearing song Tingchen's words, Qin Youle looked at the book in his hand and said angrily, "I'm afraid that others will see you lying on my door, which will have a bad impact. Wait a minute and tell me you're not going to rule me."

"Really?" Song Tingchen suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Qin Youle's waist. His hand lifted up. Qin Youle was almost off the ground.

"Hello!" Qin Youle frowned slightly, and the book in her hand fell to the ground.

"Qin Youle, you don't seem very good lately." Song Tingchen didn't loosen Qin Youle, so he leaned against Qin Youle and followed him back.

Two people's posture is extremely ambiguous.

Qin Youle swallowed his mouth nervously. Song Tingchen was so close that she could feel the breath from the tip of his nose.

"What are you doing? So nervous? " Song Tingchen forced Qin Youle to the sofa with a smile.

"Hello?" Qin Youle felt that her leg had reached the sofa. She patted song Tingchen on the chest and shouted, "Hey, song Tingchen, let go!"

Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle meaningfully: "look at you so nervous, I thought you didn't want me to let go."

"Er..." Qin Youle pushed song Tingchen away. She adjusted her clothes and said unnaturally, "I told you not to come. Why did you come back?"

"Who knows if you are duplicity." Song Tingchen had a faint smile on his mouth. He went back and picked up the book on the ground.

"What are you doing here?" Qin Youle continued to nest on the sofa.

As soon as song Tingchen was about to sit down, Qin Youle stretched out his feet.

"What do you mean?" Looking at Qin Youle's white feet, song Tingchen raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You are not welcome." Qin Youle casually opened the book in her hand. As long as song Tingchen was there, she couldn't calm down.

"Ah!"

Qin Youle suddenly screamed. In the twinkling of an eye, song Tingchen grabbed her ankle with one hand.

"Song Tingchen, what are you doing?" Qin Youle kicks hard to get rid of song Tingchen's hand. Song Tingchen reaches out and grabs the ankle of her other foot.

Both ankles were controlled. Qin Youle frowned. She tried to break free, but song Tingchen grabbed harder and harder.

"Song Tingchen, please let go!" Qin Youle stared at Song Tingchen and said angrily.

Song Tingchen put a hook on the corner of his mouth. He sat down and Qin Youle's two legs were directly on his legs.

"Inexplicable!" As soon as song Tingchen's hand was released, Qin Youle immediately pulled back her legs. She hugged her legs and looked into song Tingchen's eyes, "song Tingchen, stop making trouble. What are you doing here?"

Song Tingchen supported his head with one hand. He tilted his head and looked at Qin Youle lazily and said, "I came here to take a bath."

"Take a bath?" Qin Youle glanced and said unhappily, "song Tingchen, you..."

"I what?"

"Psycho!" Qin you cleared his throat and whispered, "what are you doing here to take a bath?"

"My shower is broken and can't be used." Song Tingchen explained quietly.

"I don't believe it!" Qin Youle gave song Tingchen a white look. She didn't believe that the hotel didn't even repair the equipment, especially the room was prepared for song Tingchen.

"It's your business if you don't believe it." Song Tingchen said carelessly. He bowed his head and fiddled with his fingers.

"You..."

"It's more than nine o'clock now. You go and wash it first. I'll wash it at ten o'clock." Song Tingchen looked at his watch and said slightly tired, "now I'll squint for a while."

"Wait!" Seeing that song Tingchen had to close his eyes, Qin Youle hurriedly said, "how do you come here empty handed to take a bath? It's inconvenient without your clothes! "

"I don't mind coming out naked." Song Tingchen leaned against Qin Youle while talking. He put his hand around Qin Youle's waist.

Qin Youle had to move out to make room for song Tingchen.

"I mind!" Qin Youle pushed song Tingchen, "since you are tired, go back to your own room, take a bath and have a good rest."

"I want to stay with you for a while."

"How bad it would be if someone saw it." Qin Youle thought that she should never be found out. Her relationship with song Tingchen must be protected.

Song Tingchen didn't speak. His head was buried in Qin Youle's abdomen.

"Hello!" Qin Youle pushed song Tingchen again.

Song Tingchen still lay motionless beside her.

"Forget it, just sleep." Qin Youle stopped bothering song Tingchen, but added, "song Tingchen, I'm looking after me on the plane today, not for other reasons."

Song Tingchen's eyelashes trembled a few times, and the corners of his mouth bent and smiled brightly.

In the living room, the man fell asleep in the woman's arms, and the woman was fascinated with a book in her hand.

A gust of wind blew and neither of them was disturbed.