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The shooting went very smoothly in the afternoon. Shangguanxin and Suman played each other twice. Su Rui and he Mo's acting skills are worthy of recognition, and their emotions and facial expressions are very accurate.

"Card!"

Song Tingchen waved to Su Rui and he Mo and shouted, "good, that's all for the shooting of the play. You two can leave work ahead of time."

Su Rui and he Mo looked at each other.

"Hard work." Su Rui politely nodded to he mo.

"You too!" He Mo also nodded slightly in response. He stood up and strode out.

"Su Rui, how's it going? Can you bear it? " Chen Fen hurried to pick up Su Rui. Because she was too deep into the play, Su Rui still had tears on her face.

Su Rui patted her head and shook her head: "it's all right. I can do it myself."

Song Tingchen glanced at Su Rui, but just ran into Su Rui's eyes.

"Su Rui?"

"Sister Chen, you go out first. I'll come later." Su Rui waved her sleeve to Chen Fen. She turned and walked to the position where song Tingchen was.

Deputy director Li and other staff are still on the scene.

"Song Dao!" Su Rui called softly.

"What's the matter?" Song Tingchen didn't even lift his eyes. He continued to talk to the staff about the precautions for shooting.

Seeing that song Tingchen ignored her, Su Rui glanced at deputy director Li. She smiled and said, "Director Song, deputy director Li, I want to invite you to dinner tonight. Will you appreciate it?"

Su Rui winked at deputy director Li when she spoke.

"Well..." deputy director Li pointed to song Tingchen. "Su Rui, this, you have to ask our old song to see if he agrees."

Su Rui fiddled with long sleeves, bowed her head and said with a smile: "director Li, you are the person in charge of the crew, don't you have any weight?"

"I really have no weight!" Li said with a smile, "Su Rui, don't think I don't know your careful thinking. In fact, the person you want to make an appointment with most is Lao song. We are just attached."

"Lao Li, if you don't speak, no one will think you are mute." Song Tingchen cleared his throat and said unhappily.

"Well, well, I shut up!" Guide Li made a gesture of closing his mouth.

Director Li winked at Su Rui and left the set.

"Director Li, I'll call you later. Remember to come to dinner." Su Rui shouted to Director Li's back. When she spoke, she didn't forget to secretly look at Song Tingchen. Song Tingchen was calm and unaffected.

"OK, that's it. Cut all these in front." Song Tingchen whispered to the technicians, "also, remember to do it clearly."

"OK, director Song, I see." The young technician nodded, "Director Song, I'll go first."

"Yes." Song Tingchen looked at his watch. "Well, let's get off work. We've been busy all day. We're tired. Let's go back to the hotel."

Hearing song Tingchen's order, the people on the set packed up their things and prepared to finish work.

"What? Not yet? " Seeing Su Rui standing in front of him, song was very smart. He picked his eyebrows and said, "are you going to go back to the hotel like this? Hurry up and let someone change their clothes. "

"Director Song, do you accept my invitation this evening?" Su Rui approached song Tingchen and asked softly, "if I remember correctly, this is my third appointment with you. You shouldn't refuse."

Song Tingchen took off his cap. He squinted at Su Rui and said coldly, "if I remember correctly, I have told you that I have someone I like, so you know my choice."

"Song Dao!" Su Rui reluctantly grabbed song Tingchen's arm. "Director Song, it's just a meal. Why not?"

"You know very well why I refuse." Song Tingchen coldly took his hand out of Su Rui's hand.

"Because of Qin Youle!" Su Rui questioned song Tingchen's back.

Song Tingchen paused and continued to walk out.

It's already a little dark. It's autumn, but it's more than six o'clock, and the night is hazy.

Just when Mo Yun was sleepy, she heard someone knocking at the door.

"Who?" Hearing such a heavy knock on the door, Qin Youle lifted the quilt wearily. She only felt that her head still hurt badly. After falling asleep, she kept dreaming, and the whole person was very tired.

Staggering to the door, Qin Youle asked hoarsely, "who?"

"Youle, it's me."

Outside the door, he Mo's warm voice came.

Qin Youle immediately opened the door. Leaning on the door, she said wearily, "he Mo, why are you here? Have you finished? "

"Well, I heard you were ill, so I sent you something to eat." He Mo said anxiously, "Youle, I think your face is still not very good. Is it still very uncomfortable?"

"Yes." Qin Youle said vaguely, "come in."

"Wait a minute." Seeing that Qin Youle was leaving, he Mo hurried to hold Qin Youle with one hand, "be careful."

Seeing the soft bed, Qin Youle immediately turned back. Now she has a bad headache and wants to lie down.

"Youle?" Seeing Qin Youle lying back, he Mo said gently, "Youle, get up and have some porridge. Have you slept all afternoon and can't go on sleeping."

"Well..." Qin Youle replied perfunctorily.

Seeing a strange flush on Qin Youle's face, he Mo hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand to explore Qin Youle's forehead. He retracted his hand and said nervously: "you have a fever, I must take you to the hospital."

"Well..." Qin Youle replied vaguely again.

"No, I have to take you to the hospital right away." He Mo looked at Qin Youle, who was lying in bed and humming with pain, and whispered, "if you don't go to the hospital again, I'm afraid you'll get pneumonia. How can you burn like this and don't go to the hospital."

"I'll find you a dress." He Mo looked around and thought he'd better find Qin Youle a coat. She was wearing pajamas. He must be inconvenient to change Qin Youle's clothes. He can only put on a coat hastily.

When he opened the wardrobe, he Merton gave a. He saw a set of dark blue men's pajamas, which was not the size Qin Youle could wear. He Mo looked back at Qin Youle, casually took a shirt and turned back to the bed.

"Come on, Youle, sit up." He Mo reached out and gently grabbed Qin Youle's waist.

Qin Youle was sleepy. She leaned weakly against he Mo's arms, with fine sweat on her forehead, white lips and some dry cracks.

Simply put a coat on Qin Youle. After he Mo called his assistant, he ran out with Qin Youle on his back.

"He Mo, what's going on?" Seeing he Mo carrying Qin Youle on his back, the assistant waiting at the door asked nervously, "is this the screenwriter Qin? What happened to her? "

"I have a fever. Now I must take her to the hospital immediately. You drive!" He Mo winked and motioned his assistant to drive.

"This..." the assistant paused and immediately opened the car for he mo. after closing the door, he trotted around to the driving position.

"Youle? I'll take you to the hospital right away. " Feeling Qin Youle's body hot, he Mo touched her face anxiously.

Seeing all this through the rearview mirror, the assistant asked nervously, "he Mo, shall we send screenwriter Qin to the hospital now? Do you want to call director Song? "

He Mo looked down at Qin Youle and said in a low voice, "I'll tell him later. Now I'll send him to the hospital immediately."

"He Mo, the screenwriter of Qin is..."

"Drive!" He Mo coldly interrupted the assistant.

The assistant didn't speak any more. He started the car and drove it out slowly.

At this time, song Tingchen, sitting in the black car, was also watching the time nervously. He had just called Qin Youle for two times, but no one answered. He was worried about Qin Youle's body.

"Director Song, did the screenwriter Qin still not answer the phone?" The driver asked and picked up song Tingchen and Qin Youle every day. The driver had a very clear understanding of the relationship between song Tingchen and Qin Youle.

"How long will it take to get to the hotel?" Song Tingchen frowned. He looked at the red light anxiously. He never thought that the red light for tens of seconds would grind people so much.

Before leaving the hotel, song Tingchen specially turned up the ringtone of Qin Youle's mobile phone for fear that Qin Youle would fall asleep and would not be able to receive his call at that time.

"Director Song, you can get to the hotel in ten minutes."

"Can you drive faster?"

"It's already the fastest speed." As soon as the driver's voice fell, the car rushed out like an arrow from the string.

As soon as the car stopped steadily, song Tingchen couldn't wait to open the door and rushed out.

Looking at Song Tingchen's flying speed, the driver sighed. He understood how much song Tingchen attached importance to Qin Youle.

One, two, four, five, six, seven.

Song Tingchen beat Qin Youle's door nervously: "Qin Youle! Are you there? "

"Qin Youle?" With the passage of time, song Tingchen's face became worse and worse.

"Hello, have you seen the guest in room 708?" Song Tingchen looked solemnly at the person on duty at the front desk.

“708！” The person on duty at the front desk checked the records, looked at Song Tingchen and said shyly, "sorry, Mr. Song, there are too many people here. I really don't remember."

"The woman who goes in and out with me every day!" In order to remind the people at the front desk, song Tingchen had to say so. He knew that countless pairs of eyes were staring at him every day.

"Oh! I remember! " The staff immediately said, "I just saw he Mo go out with her behind his back, as if he was going to the hospital."

"Hospital?" Song Tingchen shook his fist slightly, and he nodded slightly, "OK, thank you."

"You're welcome, Mr. Song." The staff tried to hide the gossip at the bottom of their eyes. She smiled politely at Song Tingchen.

As soon as the driver came back from parking, he met song Tingchen in the hall.

"Song Dao, Qin..."

"Now, take me to the hospital immediately." Before the driver finished speaking, song Tingchen interrupted him, "now, now!"

Seeing that song Tingchen was so worried, the driver didn't dare to ask any more questions. He nodded and immediately turned and ran out. Now he has to drive the car out of the parking lot.

"Director Song, where are you going?"

Seeing Su Rui's charming eyes, song Tingchen's face was as cold as ice. He was not in the mood to deal with Su Rui now.