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"Three days later, I won over." Lin Yi wiped away his tears and whispered.

He Mo smiled and said softly, "I'll wait for you."

After putting down his cell phone, he Mo looked out of the window. Why didn't he find that the night tonight was so beautiful and attractive.

"He Mo, here comes the coffee." Just then, the assistant opened the door. He handed a cup of coffee to he Mo, "this is the signature coffee of this store."

After receiving the warm coffee, the last mist in the fundus of he Mo's eyes dissipated.

"I didn't expect this store to be so popular. There are so many people in line." The assistant sat in the driving position. He played a CD, and the soothing music slowly flowed out in the narrow space.

He Mo opened the lid, smelled it first, and then took a sip of coffee.

"How's it going?" The assistant looked back at he Mo and asked expectantly, "your mouth is the most selective. Let me see if this store can satisfy you."

"Not bad." He Mo said and took another sip. The mellow smell of coffee lingered between his teeth.

Hearing what he Mo said, the assistant grinned: "it seems that the name of this coffee shop is true. It's very good to get your recognition from he mo."

He Mo smiled calmly. He just had higher requirements for coffee. Who let him have a master who can make coffee around him.

When he lowered his head to drink coffee again, he Mo said carelessly, "by the way, book me a room in another hotel in three days."

"Why?"

"Lin will come later." He Mo said faintly.

"Lin Yi?" The assistant almost didn't spray the coffee out of his mouth. He coughed twice and asked excitedly, "he Mo, what did you say just now? Is Lin Yi coming? "

"Yes." He Mo lowered his eyes. He and Lin Yi had not been together for a long time.

"No!" The assistant looked at he Mo and asked suspiciously, "he Mo, did Lin Yi come to you or did you let her come to see you?"

"Is there a difference?" He Mo asked with a puzzled eyebrow.

"Of course there is a difference!" The assistant said excitedly, "if Lin Yi wants to come by himself, it means that you two still have problems; If you let her come, it means the problem can be solved. "

He Mo raised his eyes and looked at the assistant. He clenched some paper cups in his hands. These days, he really ignores Lin Yi, because he is thinking about where his relationship with Lin Yi should go.

Seeing that he Mo didn't speak, the assistant smiled and said, "OK, I'll make good arrangements. I won't let anyone recognize you two."

"Ningcheng, you also think the problem is me, don't you?"

The assistant's name is Wu Ningcheng, who is the personal assistant assigned to he Mo by the company. His travel, shooting and other trips should be arranged and taken care of by Wu Ningcheng.

Wu Ningcheng paused and said with a laugh, "in fact, things are not so serious."

He Mo didn't speak. He admitted that during this time, he really couldn't see himself clearly. He also had doubts about the feelings between him and Lin Yi.

"I'm sorry for her." He Mo said slowly, "I shouldn't ignore her feelings for my own reasons."

"This..." Wu Ningcheng was thinking about how to organize the language. He put the paper cup in his hand on the car. "He Mo, as an artist, you naturally have pressure. Of course, both of them are popular stars. If they don't do well at the beginning, they need countless lies to make up for it. There's no way to avoid it. "

"But Lin is a good girl. I'm sure she will understand you." Wu Ningcheng added, "he Mo, if you believe me, you should have confidence that you and Lin Yi can come to the end."

"I hope so." He Mo said faintly, and his tone was only three points firm.

At dawn, Qin Youle opened his eyes wearily.

Feeling that the back of her hand was pressed, Qin Youle looked down and saw song Tingchen's soft and slightly curly hair. As soon as her hand moved, song Tingchen woke up.

"Youle, are you awake?" Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle bleary eyed. He gently reached out and touched Qin Youle's face and whispered, "I finally wake up. If I don't wake up, I'll be scared to death."

"Why did I go to the hospital again?" Qin Youle turned her eyes and looked around. She said wearily, "I really hate the smell of disinfectant in the hospital."

"I hate it, too." Song Tingchen was just like talking to a child. His tone was very light and he had a sense of deception.

"Have you been here all night?" Qin Youle closed her eyes again when she spoke. She was very tired. It seemed that she had to work hard to open her eyes.

"Well, how can I rest assured that you are alone in the hospital." Seeing Qin Youle close his eyes, song Tingchen painfully stroked Qin Youle, but one day, he felt that Qin Youle had lost a lot of weight and the cheekbones on his face were more prominent.

Qin Youle reached out and held song Tingchen's hand: "come up and lie down together for a while. You have to go to the set later."

Song Tingchen didn't refuse. After Qin Youle made room for him, he went to the hospital bed together.

Feeling the temperature of song Tingchen's chest, Qin Youle rubbed it in his arms: "I still want to sleep. Will you sleep together?"

"OK." Song Tingchen closed his eyes after covering Qin Youle. He was really tired and sleepy at this time.

When Qin Youle woke up again, it was already bright and the sun shone warmly into the ward.

Qin Youle subconsciously touched aside. There was no one.

When he saw no one, Qin Youle wanted to get his mobile phone again, but he found that the mobile phone didn't seem to be around.

After the infusion, the whole person was refreshed. Qin Youle lifted his hair up. After careful meditation, Qin Youle remembered that he Mo knocked on the door first yesterday evening. She couldn't remember anything after she opened the door.

"Screenwriter Qin, are you awake?" Zhao Ting walked into the ward with breakfast. She wore a tall horsetail and bean paste lipstick, which made her look very energetic.

"Why are you here?" As soon as he spoke, Qin Youle found that her throat was dry and smoking.

Zhao Ting put the heat preservation box on the table. She opened the drawer, took out a cotton swab and explained, "it was director Song who asked me to take care of you. He didn't trust you to be in the hospital alone, and others couldn't find time to take care of you, so I had to come."

"Song Ting... Song Dao left?"

"In front of me, screenwriter Qin, you don't have to worry so much." Zhao Ting touched the cotton swab with water and wiped Qin Youle's cracked lips with a smile, "who and who are we? In front of me, you can call director Song whatever you want."

Zhao Ting also raised her eyebrows when she spoke.

Qin Youle couldn't help laughing. She grabbed the cotton swab in Zhao Ting's hand and said angrily, "I can act on my own now. Why do I need a cotton swab? Just give me a cup of warm water."

"Oh!" Zhao Ting couldn't help laughing. She threw the cotton swab into the dustbin and poured a cup of warm water for Qin Youle.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Zhao Ting opened the heat preservation box. "In the morning, director song specially ordered me to take the mushroom and shredded chicken porridge stewed in the hotel. After gargling, I'll drink some porridge. It's nutritious. With shredded ginger in it, I can go to the cold."

As soon as the heat preservation box was opened, a fragrance floated out.

"Screenwriter Qin, don't you know? Su Rui drank too much last night." Zhao Ting whispered mysteriously.

Qin Youle sat up. She put the water cup on the table and glanced. Zhao Ting said carelessly, "Oh."

She is not interested in Su Rui.

"Don't you wonder why?" Seeing Qin Youle's indifference, Zhao Ting glanced, "this is a big gossip, but you don't care at all."

"If you drink too much, you drink too much. How can this become a big gossip?"

"You don't know that." Zhao Ting looked into Qin Youle's eyes and said with a faint smile, "this may be partly because of you."

"Me?" Qin Youle raised his eyebrows. "I didn't do anything. How can it be because of me?"

"It's terrible. Obviously you're in the hospital and haven't done anything, but it can affect our famous Su Rui." Zhao Ting pretended to sigh and said, "this is the legendary powerful enemy."

"What's the reason that Su Rui drank too much?" Qin Youle was more and more depressed by Zhao ting. She also began to be curious. In her few impressions, Su Rui seldom drank.

"Finally curious." Zhao Ting explained, "last night, I heard that Su Rui wanted to invite Director Song to dinner, but because there were other people present at that time, so she had to invite together."

"Finally, our director Song refused." Zhao Ting picked an eyebrow at Qin Youle and said, "Su Rui had to go to dinner with deputy director Li. Then, it seems that she was in a bad mood last night. Instead of insisting this time, she poured them all down. Finally, Su Rui drank too much."

"Oh, it's none of my business." Qin Youle said indifferently.

"It's not your fault!" Zhao Ting raised her voice. "Who doesn't know that director song came to the hospital to take care of you last night. He refused Su Rui because of you. So, do you think it's because of you?"

"This..." Qin Youle paused and said, "this is a fallacy. It's not good. Director Song didn't want to go. It's his reason to take care of me in the hospital!"

"Forget it, you girl is cheap and good." Zhao Ting said helplessly, "what is preferred is different."

"I......" Qin Youle really felt extremely wronged. She believed that song Tingchen would not accept the invitation Su Rui heard even if she was not in the hospital last night.

"It's certain that Su Rui hates you anyway." Zhao Ting sighed and said.

"Why do you hate me?" Qin Youle said indifferently that she didn't care what Su Rui did to her.

"You can't see that! Su Rui obviously likes our president song. President Song likes you again. Do you say she wants to hate you! "

Qin Youle smiled calmly.

"All right, all right, go gargle." Zhao Ting poured out a bowl of porridge and handed it to Qin Youle. "When I come out, I'll drink this big bowl of porridge."

Looking at the full bowl of porridge, Qin Youle frowned. This bowl: super big.