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"What about that?" Song Tingchen was almost yelling. His eyes were red and stared at Qin Youle's eyes.

Qin Youle was frightened by his look.

She swallowed heavily, bit her lips, looked at Song Tingchen and said, "it's none of your business."

"It's none of my business?" Song Tingchen smiled coldly, and his eyes staring at Qin Youle became more and more terrible.

"What do you want?" Qin Youle turns around and wants to run away quickly.

Song Tingchen slammed Qin Youle against the wall and kissed her madly.

Qin Youle frowned and struggled desperately. She stretched out her hand to push his chest, but it didn't help.

The more he struggled, the more crazy song Tingchen's kiss was.

Song Tingchen's hand even went all the way down and touched her big. Legs.

DANGER! Qin Youle had only these two words in his head at that time.

She frowned fiercely, opened her mouth, and took a hard bite on song Tingchen's thin lips.

After the man's low magnetic voice hummed, song Tingchen bent and left Qin Youle.

Qin Youle turned to leave. Song Tingchen suddenly grabbed Qin Youle's wrist and dragged her over.

"You let go of me!" Qin Youle shouted and struggled. He slipped under his feet and hit his head against the wall.

"Be careful“ Song Tingchen took a breath of the air conditioner and suddenly grabbed Qin Youle. The floor was wet and slippery. Between this dragging and struggling action, Qin Youle and song Tingchen both fell heavily to the ground after a loud bang.

Qin Youle fell on song Tingchen. After instinctively closing his eyes, Qin Youle slowly opened his eyes and looked at Song Tingchen under him.

His thin lips closed tightly and his face looked pale at Qin Youle.

Face your pressure. In Song Tingchen's posture, Qin Youle looked worried and alert. She took a breath and immediately prepared to get up. When her arm touched song Tingchen's shoulder and chest, song Tingchen gave a painful cry between his lips and teeth, and he hissed.

Qin Youle was stunned.

Song Tingchen said in a low voice, "don't move, my arm may be broken."

"What?" Qin Youle's eyes opened wide in an instant. She looked at Song Tingchen strangely. The whole person lay on song Tingchen and dared not move.

Qin Youle was embarrassed by each other's temperature.

Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen and pursed his lips: "well, I support the ground."

Song Tingchen closed his eyes and said, "OK."

Qin Youle stood on the ground with her arms and carefully got up from Song Tingchen. She squatted down and looked at Song Tingchen: "I'll help you up."

"OK." Song Tingchen was about to get up, but stopped. He looked at Qin Youle, frowned, looked at her, and asked her in a low voice, "are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." Qin Youle shook his head and reached out to help song Tingchen's left hand.

She helped song Tingchen up and hurriedly helped song Tingchen out.

Outside the cinema, Qin Youle took a taxi and rushed song Tingchen to the nearest hospital.

*****Hospital orthopaedics.

"Doctor, is he really broken?" Qin Youle looked at the doctor and then at Song Tingchen. She swallowed and spit and looked at Song Tingchen in disbelief.

Under the treatment of doctors and nurses, song Tingchen put on plaster and bandages, and then insisted on going home despite the doctor's instructions.

"You are like this. What else are you going home?" Qin Youle looked at Song Tingchen with an unbelievable look on his face. He couldn't believe that others were like this. He even wanted to go home. Is he crazy?!