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The car braked sharply and stopped at the door of the hospital.

The driver hurried down and opened the door for song Tingchen: "Director Song, here we are."

"Qin Youle, I'm in the hospital." Song Tingchen got out of the car and rushed into the hospital with Qin Youle in his arms.

Qin Youle's forehead had burst out of thin sweat, and her hand was soft on song Tingchen's chest, as if the whole person had been taken away all his strength.

"Doctor!" Song Tingchen rushed into the medical room with Qin Youle in his arms.

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In the suburbs, everyone is preparing.

Su Rui is still sleepy during the rest, and the stylist is getting her hair. Because it is the reason of ancient costume, it takes more than two hours to make up almost every day.

"Sister Chen, help me get the script." Su Rui yawned and said, "I need to get familiar with the script again."

"OK, here you are!" Chen Fen put the script and a bag of bread on the dressing table. "Su Rui, this is the breakfast you asked me to buy this morning."

Su Rui looked at the big bag of bread. She smiled at the makeup in the mirror and said, "sister Wang, I bought these in the morning. You and your sisters haven't had breakfast yet. Let's eat something first."

Hearing Su Rui's words, the woman who called sister Wang immediately smiled: "Su Rui, what's so funny? There are so many people here. Look at you. You bought so many. "

"Make me up and do my hair every day. You work harder than me." Su Rui smiled calmly, "sister Wang, don't be polite to me. Take these to everyone to eat. Everyone has worked hard."

Sister Wang was no longer polite. She waved to the girl next to her: "take it away and eat. Since it was sent by Miss Su, you're welcome."

Su Rui often brings breakfast to makeup artists and others, so these people have a good impression of Su Rui.

Su Rui looked down at the script. Although she had to dub afterwards, in order to better integrate into the role, she insisted on reciting the lines. She could basically recite the lines completely without falling word by word.

"What are you talking about?" Hearing the staff's words, Chen Fen frowned, "Director Song said that the shooting was delayed to the afternoon? Why? "

Su Rui also pricked up her ears to listen. She waved her hand and motioned the makeup artist to stop first.

"Director song is in the hospital in the morning. He may come in the afternoon." The staff explained, "so, deputy director Li said that the opponent of Miss Su and Mr. He would be filmed in the afternoon and the Deputy line in the morning."

Hearing that song Tingchen went to the hospital, Su Rui trotted over with her skirt and asked anxiously, "did song guide go to the hospital? Is it uncomfortable? where are you not feeling well? Is it serious? "

"Song Daosheng is not ill." The staff hesitated and said, "it seems that the screenwriter Qin is uncomfortable. Director Song sent the screenwriter Qin to the hospital."

"Oh, I see." The light at the bottom of Su Rui's eyes gradually disappeared, and her hand was tightly held together. Song Tingchen even delayed the filming process of the crew for Qin Youle alone.

"What with what!" Chen Fen also complained for Su Rui, "clearly said we would shoot in the morning. If it was in the afternoon, we wouldn't have to get up early in the morning. Now we have to be ready, but we said we wouldn't shoot."

Su Rui glanced at Chen Fen: "well, sister Chen, go and help me prepare. Since I shoot in the afternoon, I want to have a rest first."

"Wait a minute." Seeing that Chen Fen was leaving, Su Rui ordered again, "bring the breakfast you bought in the morning. Since he doesn't eat it, let the people in the dressing room eat it."

"OK." Chen Fen turned and left the dressing room.

"Su Rui, do you want to continue making up now?" Sister Wang asked carefully.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Su Rui's mind was full of the shadows of song Tingchen and Qin Youle. Her lips gently opened and whispered, "no, I'll make up in the afternoon. Help me pick my hair first. It's too heavy."

"OK," said sister Wang, and she untied Su Rui's wig. "Su Rui, you don't look very good either. It's a good time to have a good rest. "

When she left the dressing room, Su Rui just met he mo.

He Mo was wearing white clothes. His long hair was tied behind his head, and he was bookish.

Seeing Su Rui, he Mo smiled calmly. He stood aside to give Su Rui a place.

"He Mo, Qin Youle is ill, do you know?" Su Rui is not in a hurry to leave.

"I know." He Mo's expression was calm.

"Oh, I thought you would see her." Su Rui looked at he Mo meaningfully. She shook her sleeves and left.

Looking at Su Rui's back, he Mo's mouth twitched.

In the hospital, a pungent smell of disinfectant came.

In the clean and tidy ward, Qin Youle is still sleeping with his eyes closed.

Song Tingchen sat by the bed. He held Qin Youle's right hand tightly, and Qin Youle's left hand was infusion.

After a while, Qin Youle's eyes slowly opened. She looked at Song Tingchen and weakly shouted, "Tingchen, am I in the hospital?"

Seeing Qin Youle wake up, song Tingchen breathed a sigh of relief. He stretched out his hand to explore Qin Youle's forehead and said angrily: "Qin Youle, are you a pig? Don't you know you have a fever? "

fever Qin Youle sighed wearily. When she got up in the morning, she just felt a little heavy and her head hurt. She didn't find that she had a fever.

"What do you say!" Song Tingchen held the back of Qin Youle's hand and whispered, "fortunately, the doctor said that you may be too tired recently. Sooner or later, you will have a fever. After the infusion, just have a good rest. "

"Yes." Qin Youle suddenly remembered that they were on the way to the set, "what about the shooting in the morning? Why didn't you go? "

"I went. Did you stay in the hospital alone?" Song Tingchen said angrily, "I moved the shooting in the morning. Don't worry, it won't affect the shooting process."

Qin Youle smiled warmly. The love in Song Tingchen's eyes made her feel very warm.

"What time is it?" Qin Youle tilted her head and looked at Song Tingchen. She felt that she had slept for a long time and had had several dreams.

"It's almost eleven." Song Tingchen glanced at the eye medicine bag, "it should be half an hour before the infusion is finished. Are you hungry now? I didn't eat in the morning. "

Qin Youle nodded: "I'm really hungry."

"Buy a cake and get up and have some." Song Tingchen said softly.

"Come on, slow down." When holding Qin Youle up, song Tingchen poked Qin Youle's forehead with his forehead, "well, it seems that the temperature will drop now. It should be better to have a rest in the afternoon."

Feeling song Tingchen's tenderness, Qin Youle suddenly reached out and hugged song Tingchen.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Qin Youle holding him, song Tingchen reached out and patted Qin Youle on the back, "what's wrong?"

"No." Qin Youle buried her head on song Tingchen's shoulder and shook her head. She just felt that song Tingchen was there and felt very relieved.

"Silly girl." Song Tingchen whispered indulgently, "OK, now have something to eat. When I take you back to the hotel, I'll take you to eat something delicious. "

"I want hot pot." Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen's eyes and blinked playfully.

"Eat hot pot?" Song Tingchen frowned. He shook his head. "No, he's still sick and can't eat hot pot."

"But I want to eat." Qin Youle said wrongfully, "I just feel like I want to eat hot pot, others don't want to eat."

"Really?" Looking at Qin Youle's appearance, song Tingchen said unhappily as he fed the cake to Qin Youle, "do you really want to eat so much?"

"Yes!" Qin Youle nodded very seriously.

"All right, finish these obediently and I'll take you."

"Really?" Qin Youle's eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and she smiled excitedly.

"Yes." Song Tingchen pretended to be heavy and said, "but if I don't feel well tomorrow, I'll ignore you."

"You are not willing." Qin Youle said confidently that she knew that song Tingchen was worried about her.

"Eat quickly." Song Tingchen reached out and scraped Qin Youle's nose. The two looked at each other and smiled.

A little more, song Tingchen insisted on returning Qin Youle to the hotel.

"Darling, rest here in the afternoon. Tell me what you want to eat in the evening. Shall I bring it for you?" Song Tingchen carefully covered the quilt for Qin Youle.

Qin Youle's face was still pale.

"OK, hurry up. It'll take another hour here." Thinking that she delayed the shooting process, Qin Youle immediately wanted to push song Tingchen to the set.

"Tell me, is there anything else wrong?" Song Tingchen still asked anxiously.

"No." Qin Youle smiled, touched song Tingchen's cheek and joked, "well, Mr. Song, you are really more and more mother-in-law now. There is no general appearance of song."

Song Tingchen reached out and held Qin Youle's delicate hand, Wen Judo: "well, remember to call me if you feel uncomfortable, okay? Don't feel uncomfortable secretly! "

"Yes, I see!" Qin Youle pushed song Tingchen, "hurry up, I'll take good care of myself."

"I'm leaving." Song Tingchen anxiously dropped a kiss on Qin Youle's forehead.

Qin Youle closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss. She felt that she couldn't leave song Tingchen more and more. She really wanted to be with him all the time.

"Tingchen!"

Qin Youle subconsciously held song Tingchen's hand. She sat up and looked at Song Tingchen's eyes.

"What's the matter?" Song Tingchen looked back at Qin Youle and asked with a smile, "what's the matter? What's wrong? "

Qin Youle paused, blinked and said softly, "Tingchen, I want to tell you... I love you."

Song Tingchen was stunned. After waiting so long, he finally waited for these precious three words.

"I love you too, Mrs. song!" Song Tingchen turned back and kissed Qin Youle's lips. His right hand gently held Qin Youle's head.

The corners of Qin Youle's mouth rose slightly. Her heart was warm, reassured and happy.

Qin Youle's hand gently wrapped around Song Tingchen's waist, and they kissed gently.