Entertainment headlines: director’s rules for chasing a wife - Chapter 245

Qin Youle gave Chen Zi a sad look. She wanted to tell Chen Zi that God would not bless people like her who knew it was wrong and rushed forward without hesitation.

When the wind blew, Qin Youle’s long hair was also disturbed.

“Ah!” Chen Zi said with chagrin, “madam, look at me. I’ve patronized and talked, and I’ve forgotten my business.”

Chen Zi helped Qin Youle to walk in: “it’s windy outside, so don’t stand outside. I just made some new cakes. Try some and eat some. I promise it’s not greasy. ”

Qin Youle wanted to say she had no appetite, but Chen Zi’s expectant eyes made her take back what she wanted to say.

“Madam, your favorite black forest cake,” said Chen Zi gently, holding a small fork in front of Qin Youle. “It is said that women are naturally fond of desserts, and research has found that eating more desserts can make people feel better. If you eat more, you will feel happy, which is also good for the baby. ”

Under the constant recommendation of Chen Zi, Qin Youle ate a small piece of cake and a piece of toast. After eating, she lay back in bed.

It was not until 7 p.m. that song Tingchen returned to Runze villa.

As soon as he entered the door, song Tingchen felt that the villa was much deserted. He took off his clothes and handed them to Liu ma. He asked wearily, “how is she today?”

“I didn’t eat anything at noon,” replied Mrs. Liu truthfully with a frown. “Just now I managed to eat something, but I vomited all over again.”

As soon as Liu Ma’s words were finished, song Tingchen quickly went upstairs.

He didn’t know. When he went upstairs, Liu Ma smiled comfortably. She knew that song Tingchen still cared about Qin Youle. Thinking so much, Mrs. Liu happily went to prepare dinner for song Tingchen.

As soon as he got to the corridor, song Tingchen stopped when he saw the little red dot on the camera. He was so angry that he asked people to install the camera. Although he regretted later, he still chose to make mistakes.

Song Tingchen slowly pushed open the bedroom door. The room was dark. He was afraid to wake Qin Youle. He didn’t dare to turn on the light. He just touched the bedside through the light outside the window.

Qin Youle did fall asleep in a daze. As soon as song Tingchen approached, she turned over as if affected. Her breathing sound was very heavy. Because yesterday’s fever had not yet healed, she still had a nasal sound.

Song Tingchen sat carefully at the head of the bed. He wanted to reach out and touch Qin Youle’s face, but finally he took his hand back. In the morning, Qin Youle’s words were still echoing in his ears. He remembered that song Tingchen suddenly sat up after Qin Youle once again wanted to leave him in the morning.

Anger once again overwhelmed the heartache in his heart, and song Tingchen strode out of the bedroom.

That night, song Tingchen went to sleep in the guest room for the first time. The next night, he went to sleep in the guest room.

For five days in a row, song Tingchen went out early and returned late, and stayed in the guest room to rest. Qin Youle’s body hasn’t been well. She often sleeps in a daze, so she really hasn’t seen song Tingchen in the past five days.

On the sixth night, song Tingchen tossed and turned in his guest room. Qin Youle’s slightly melancholy eyes always appeared in his mind.

After turning over again, song Tingchen opened the quilt and walked out of the room.

Qin Youle didn’t sleep well these days, so as soon as song Tingchen opened the door, she actually woke up.

Seeing Qin Youle’s eyes closed, song Tingchen lowered his head and gently stroked her thin face. In the dark night, his eyes were shining with tears.

“I know you’re awake.” He touched her face and said softly.

Qin Youle’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She hadn’t spoken to him for five or six days. Although the hand is still the familiar hand, and the smell of song Tingchen has not changed, Qin Youle obviously feels that the two are estranged.

Qin Youle refused to open his eyes, and song Tingchen didn’t say anything. He opened a corner of the quilt and got into the quilt.

“Why are your hands so cold?” When touching Qin Youle’s cold hand, song Tingchen frowned. He immediately grabbed Qin Youle’s hand and put it on his warm chest.

Qin Youle subconsciously wants to take his hand back. Throughout the winter, when she slept at night, she put her hand on song Tingchen’s chest. Her hands and feet were surprisingly cold in winter.

“Don’t move.” Song Tingchen said softly, “I’m tired. I want to sleep.”

Hearing song Tingchen’s tired voice, Qin Youle’s heart was a little reluctant. She quietly let song Tingchen hold her, but she no longer took the initiative to hug song Tingchen’s waist.

Although song Tingchen is a man, he is not careless. Although he held Qin Youle tightly, he could also feel that they were alienated a lot, as if there was a gap between them.

“Do you want to be a boy or a girl?” Song Tingchen touched Qin Youle’s lower abdomen for the first time. He could feel that there seemed to be some differences in the lower abdomen.

Qin Youle was silent and didn’t answer. In fact, both boys and girls were good. Her only wish was that the child could be born safely.

“In fact, boys and girls are good.” Song Tingchen said to himself, “but I hope our first child is a boy. When I teach him to be a little man, we can have another daughter, and then my brother can protect my sister.”

I don’t know why, Qin Youle felt that the words brother and sister were a little awkward in her ears.

“I’m sleepy.” Qin Youle said coldly. She turned her back to song Tingchen.

Looking at Qin Youle’s thin back, song Tingchen just came forward and gently hugged her from behind.

I don’t know how long later, Qin Youle heard a slightly heavy breathing sound on her head. Song Tingchen’s hand still touched her lower abdomen and thought that she was locked in the room every day for the sake of the child. Qin Youle’s heart sank. In the dark night, she couldn’t sleep with her eyes open.

Zhao Ting returned to s city after Qin Youle was confined to her room for half a month. Hearing the news, she rushed to Taiya for the first time.

“Mr. Song, Miss Zhao insists on seeing you.” Zheng Huier pushed the door open and said carefully to song Tingchen.

In the office, there was another man besides song Tingchen and Huang Zhiming. Song Tingchen and Zhao Ting were having a meeting. As soon as Zhao Ting came in, the eyes of the three men fell on her.

“I see.” Song Tingchen’s face is not very good. He hates being interrupted when boiling water.

“Brother song…”

As soon as Zhao Ting spoke, song Tingchen blocked her back: “Zhao Ting, you know my rules. Come back in half an hour, or you’ll leave. ”

Time didn’t wait. Zhao Ting didn’t leave directly.

“No, brother song, I’ll tell you now.” Zhao Ting said stubbornly. She frowned and said excitedly, “what’s more important than Youle now.”

“If you came for her, I think you can leave.” Song Tingchen’s words were so cold that there was no temperature, and his expression did not fluctuate. It was as if Qin Youle had nothing to do with him.

Seeing that song Tingchen was about to get angry, Zheng Huier took Zhao Ting’s hand and anxiously comforted: “Miss Zhao, President song is in a meeting now. Let’s come back to him in half an hour.”

Song Tingchen’s cold face really makes Zhao ting a little timid. Although she and song Tingchen can be regarded as childhood sweethearts, she has always been a little afraid of brother song. In particular, song Tingchen takes it seriously and doesn’t care who the other party is. Zhao Ting has suffered such losses for a long time, so she is a little afraid now.

But thinking of the look on Qin Youle’s face when she went to see Qin Youle, Zhao Ting summoned up the courage again and said, “song Tingchen, if you don’t want to lose Youle, I suggest you better reflect on whether your actions are too much!”

Hearing Qin Youle’s name many times, Huang Zhiming realized that Zhao Ting was going to discuss song Tingchen’s family affairs. He quickly winked at another man and motioned him to leave first.

“Mr. Song, I’ll come back later.” The man left first.

“Hui’er, let’s go first.” Seeing something wrong with song Tingchen’s look, Huang Zhiming pushed Zheng Huier out of the office.

“Well, there’s no one here now. Just say what you want to say.” Song Tingchen said coldly with his back to Zhao Ting, “I only have ten minutes. After ten minutes, you must leave.”

Zhao Ting looked angrily at the time and said, “President song, do you really intend to shut Youle up until she gives birth?”

Song Tingchen glanced at Zhao ting and said nothing. Zhao Ting usually calls him by his name directly. She calls him so officially, which shows that she is really angry.

“Are you crazy?” Zhao Ting asked excitedly, “don’t forget that Youle is pregnant now. If you treat her like this, you will kill her and her baby.”

Hearing the word “forced death”, song Tingchen’s heart pounded. However, his surface was still very calm, and he snorted coldly without answering.

“I’ve just come back from Runze villa,” Zhao Ting said painfully, “you can’t see the situation of Youle? She’s obviously not right. ”

Song Tingchen still ignored Zhao ting. Although he went back very late, he would secretly go to see Qin Youle every night. He also asked Liu Ma to tell him about Qin Youle’s meal every day.

“Song Tingchen, what’s the matter with you?” Seeing that song Tingchen was still unresponsive, Zhao Ting excitedly took his arm and said, “there was something wrong with her tone when I went to Youle today. Think about it. You let her stay in that room every day, and she is still a pregnant woman. They say that women are inherently sensitive, and women during pregnancy are more sensitive. Don’t you worry that she will miss it? ”

“Can’t think of it?” Song Tingchen’s pupils narrowed. He thought for a while and soon denied, “it’s impossible. She’s an optimistic woman. She won’t think of this.”

Song Tingchen’s voice was getting lower and lower. Zhao Ting’s words made him inexplicably afraid. Although he still hugged Qin Youle to sleep every night, they hardly communicated.