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Qin Taoyao enjoyed this unexpected vacation.

She has been spinning around since her rebirth, too busy to take a breath, and now she finally has time to explore this new and strange world.

She quickly explored all the functions of her phone, and also contacted other fashionable apps by analogy. If she didn’t understand, she went to ask Pu Jiajia for help. Pu Jiajia teased her, “Sister Taoyao, you don’t come from some ancient tomb. Was it dug out?"

Qin Taoyao thought to himself that there were no ancient tombs, but the ancients were sure of it.

She posted the takeout dinner she ordered on social platforms and quickly received comments from fans.

No matter how many times it was, Qin Taoyao couldn't help but sigh. It would have been great if there was such a thing at that time. When stationed at the border, it wouldn't take months to receive letters from family and friends.

Pu Jiajia's message popped up in time, "Sister Taoyao, why do you eat spicy food again! Eat light food when you are sick, and remember to take medicine. Someone will check you tomorrow."

Qin Taoyao obviously didn't take these words to heart.

After eating, I lay down on the bed and continued playing with my phone until I fell asleep.

On the slowly advancing car, Song Yuhan's fingertips rested on the Weibo interface for a long time, and he pursed his thin lips uneasily, "Didn't Zhou Yue arrange an assistant for her? Why didn't he manage his diet well? "

Lan Yu whispered: "I guess it's all decided by the wife herself."

Song Yuhan rubbed his eyebrows. Sometimes, he really felt that Qin Taoyao had no common sense and was not like a modern person.

"How long until we arrive?"

"There are about three hours left. Mr. Song, please take a nap."

Song Yuhan nodded and closed his eyes, but Qin Taoyao could not help but appear in his mind.

In the middle of the night, Song's car parked in front of the hotel where the crew was staying.

Wearing a low-key black long windbreaker, Song Yuhan stepped into the elevator alone, went up to the presidential suite on the top floor, and opened the door with a loud bang.

Qin Taoyao on the bed woke up almost at the same time.

The vigilance in her bones could not be wiped away, she continued to breathe slowly, her body moved faster than her brain, and when Qin Taoyao smelled the familiar aroma of cold wood, she had already punched out.

It’s Song Yuhan——

Song Yuhan didn't expect her to make a sudden move, so he quickly took a few steps back. In the darkness, the man's brows furrowed even more, "...Aren't you asleep?"

"I'm sorry, who I thought it was."

Qin Taoyao was very embarrassed. Didn't he say he was going on a business trip for three days? How could he come back early?

"Who else do you think could enter this room?"

There was no emotion or anger in Song Yuhan's tone, and he leaned forward to turn on the bedside lamp.

Qin Taoyao suddenly realized that her face was still swollen, and for some reason she didn't want him to see her like this, so she stopped her and said, "Wait a minute!"

Song Yuhan's footsteps stopped in place, "What?"

"Turn on the light to hurt your eyes...why did you come back early?"

Qin Taoyao didn't know how to explain her awkward mood, so she could only find a worse reason and change the topic.

"I'll come back as soon as the work is done. The filming here can't be delayed."

Song Yuhan's explanation was as official as ever.

Qin Taoyao was not surprised to hear this, but felt a little strangely disappointed.

Fortunately, Song Yuhan didn't worry about anything else and walked into the bathroom in the dark to take a shower.

Qin Taoyao breathed a sigh of relief and covered his face with the quilt.

What kind of wind is this!

Qin Taoyao couldn't calm down until Song Yuhan lay next to her with the smell of water vapor and shower gel. She turned around irritably, and Song Yuhan naturally asked: "Is it itchy?"

"It's not..."

"Let me see your face."

This time Song Yuhan quickly lit up the desk lamp.

Qin Taoyao sat up silently with wide eyes.

I hope Song Yuhan won't be scared by her.

Song Yuhan was silent for a moment and then said, "Didn't Pu Jiajia say that he's much better after taking medicine?"

Qin Taoyao was a little embarrassed, being scrutinized by him, and suddenly had the illusion that she had done something wrong when she was young and was taught a lesson by her elders, "It's indeed much better..."

"Get up and go to the hospital."

Song Yuhan couldn't help but drag Qin Taoyao to a private hospital owned by the Song family after sleeping, and also arranged for her to be tested for allergens.

After getting the results, the doctor said gently: "Mr. Song, my wife's allergy is gone. Just be careful not to come into contact with allergens."

"People with sensitive constitutions are best not to touch common pets, such as cats and dogs."

Song Yuhan asked a few more taboos and asked Pu Jiajia to write them down and implement them strictly. Qin Taoyao had been rough-skinned and thick-skinned for a long time, and was not used to being treated delicately. "I think it's almost enough, no need to trouble Jiajia-"

Pu Jiajia immediately stated her position, "No trouble! Mr. Song, I will take good care of my wife!"

Song Yuhan nodded slightly.

"Then I will send my wife back first?"

Qin Taoyao is still on vacation, and Song Yuhan must be busy with something serious.

Unexpectedly, Song Yuhan refused, "Go to the studio and then return to the hotel."

Qin Taoyao was a little confused, "I don't have to film these days."

Pu Jiajia wanted to cover her mouth. Mr. Song clearly wanted to support her, but why did Qin Taoyao look like a piece of wood?

People on the set were also very surprised by Song Yuhan's appearance.

You Qi Rong Xia immediately clenched her fingers, and the accompanying manager gave her a comforting look and quietly helped her off the field to rest.

"Mr. Song?" Screenwriter Ma was also a little surprised, "You're back so soon?"

"Compress the work and come back early to avoid delaying the shooting."

Screenwriter Ma glanced sharply at the low-key figure wrapped tightly behind him, and suddenly smiled, "Yes, Mr. Song has always been so dedicated."

Song Yuhan was too lazy to pay attention to his shady friend. He walked up to Yu Nanshi and asked, "Is that bottle of medicinal wine still with you?"

Yu Nanshi felt very unlucky. He was so unlucky that flattering him would be self-defeating. He would definitely be beaten to death by the old man.

"...The bottle of medicinal wine was spilled."

"Spilled?"

Song Yuhan's questioning tone became sharp.

Yu Nanshi almost swore to God to prove his innocence, "Mr. Song, I really didn't do it on purpose. Why should I do anything bad to my sister-in-law—"

"That bottle of medicinal wine was given to me by my grandfather. He usually likes to dance with guns and sticks, so he uses this to rub it. It's very effective, so I gave it to my sister-in-law."

It’s not clear who knocked it over.

There were so many people coming and going on the set that if you touched it casually, it would drop to the ground and disappear.

Song Yuhan knew that he couldn't get anything out of the question. He lowered his eyelashes to hide the emotion in his eyes and warned in a deep voice, "The crew has a full schedule. Try not to cause any more accidents in the future."

Yu Nanshi nodded fiercely.

Song Yuhan turned around again and said to Qin Taoyao who was standing outside: "You go back and rest, and I'll talk to the director again."

Qin Taoyao obeyed and left, but everyone who joined in the fun had different ideas.

Song Yuhan's move... He took it seriously even if it was a small accident. Was he declaring Qin Taoyao's different identity?

Some people couldn't help but speculate, "Isn't it true that Qin Taoyao really wants to sit firmly in Mrs. Song's position?"