He Chen has a good temper in 129, but it doesn’t mean she has no temper.

Hearing this, he only spoke, "Yes, I will lose your face, but I did not ask you to give birth to me."

There seemed to pause for a moment before saying in disbelief: "What did you say? Say it to me again?"

He Chen put the beer can aside and pressed his abdomen with one hand. Because of the excessive movement, she touched the wound and cold sweat gradually emerged on her forehead.

The blood stains penetrated through the gauze and had already penetrated the white T-shirt.

"I said, why don't you post a newspaper and we will terminate the father-daughter relationship." Her expression remained unchanged and she spoke calmly.

Then, regardless of the sound on the other end of the phone, she hung up the phone directly.

Only the sound of variety shows remained in the room.

He Chen was still leaning on the sofa chair, and his fingers were too cold and white, and before she could take a sip, she heard the doorbell outside the door.

She hung up a "Don't Disturb" sign outside the door, and the waiter shouldn't be so invisible.

The doorbell rang twice and disappeared.

He Chen didn't care, she continued to lean against the sofa and watch TV.

In the United States, a huge dialog box suddenly popped up on the computer display screen where the variety show was playing.

It directly accounts for two-thirds of the computer screen.

Dialog box with black letters on white.

The two large characters of calligraphy almost occupy the entire dialog box-

【Go to open the door.】

Concise and concise.

No one else can do it except Qin Ran.

He Chen took a look at these two words, paused his hand, and then got up with a headache and went to open the door.

She originally thought that the people outside would be Cheng Shui and others.

There was no burden on the door when I opened it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the door, I saw Qin Xiuchen leaning against the door frame wearing a mask.

He was lowering his head and pressing his fingers on his cell phone, probably talking to someone.

The lights in the hotel corridor are not very obvious. He Chen first saw a silhouette, which is as beautiful as a star.

He Chen was in a daze for a second and reacted, "My Movie Emperor Qin?"

"Ranran asked me to bring you something, are you okay?" Qin Xiuchen stood outside the door and said, reaching out to pull off his mask. Seeing the blood stained on her T-shirt, her delicate eyebrows frowned worriedly.

Qin Xiuchen is a big star, and now some people recognize him in Mzhou.

He Chen turned sideways and asked Qin Xiuchen to come in first, "Fortunately, it was Ranran who asked you to come?"

Qin Xiuchen was originally preparing to give He Chen the medicine at the door, and told her to leave after getting the medicine good, but she planned to go in.

He is in this regard to self-discipline.

When filming outside, you never enter a woman's room without a camera.

He stood at the door and paused. He Chen was his niece's friend. When he looked at He Chen's excessively pale face, Qin Xiuchen thought about it and went in.

As soon as I entered, I smelled the not too strong smell of wine.

He looked up and saw that He Chen's room was not neat, with a row of beer on the table and a mess.

Variety shows are also played on the computer.

Qin Ling was untiing a Luban lock on top, and everyone else looked at him expressionlessly.

"Sorry, it's a bit messy. Do you want to drink something?" He Chen walked to the small refrigerator and found that there were wine inside, and he could barely see the mineral water squeezed by wine at the end.

"No," Qin Xiuchen shook his head slightly, put the plastic bag in his hand on the table, lowered his head slightly while talking, and looked at her side: "Ran Ran said you don't want to go out, so she asked me to take the medicine. Can you deal with the wound yourself?"

He didn't ask much, nor did he talk about alcohol.

He Chen paused, "Okay, it's trouble."

Her wound was on the abdomen, and there was nothing wrong with doing it yourself.

When Qin Xiuchen heard this, he nodded slightly, his eyes with an indescribable gentleness, "Ran Ran is worried about you."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have seen it in person.

He Chen looked at Qin Xiuchen. She knew that the Qin movie emperor was indeed as rumored, and kept a distance from any woman. She was so gentle to her at this time because of Qin Ran.

He Chen took it to the room to treat the wound.

Qin Xiuchen didn't know what situation He Chen was in, and would not say anything to her by saying good things for her. He just looked at the decadent environment around him and couldn't help but sigh.

After He Chen treated the wound and came out again, Qin Xiuchen had already quietly left.

The trash she placed on the table also disappeared, leaving only three cans of beer, neatly placed on it.

The smell of wine in the air also dissipated a lot, and Qin Xiuchen opened half of the window.

Only the sound of variety shows remained in the hall.

The cousin Jingwen smiled exaggeratedly above, and the atmosphere of the show was very lively.

He Chen leaned against the bedroom door frame, but couldn't feel a hint of lively atmosphere.

After a long time, when she walked to the sofa again, the doorbell rang again.

He Chen's mind seemed to explode in an instant.

She walked to the door and opened it.

Standing outside the door was Qin Xiuchen. The mask he was wearing was not pulled off this time, but only looking at his bending eyebrows and eyes. He could guess that he was laughing. He handed the bag containing the lunch box in his hand to He Chen.

"There is a street next door that is Chinese Street. The boss has good skills. This is fish fillet porridge. I will ask Brother Chen to give you the contact information there later."

Because it was too late, Qin Xiuchen answered a call and left.

He Chen stood at the door and listened to Qin Xiuchen talking to the person on the other side of the phone. She knew that the other party should be Qin Ran.

She smiled and finally sighed.

He Chen closed the door.

Make it to the table, watch TV, and open the lid to eat porridge.

The cell phone rang again not far away.

This time, He Chen did not turn a blind eye, but took a look at her assistant.

She held the spoon in one hand and picked it up with the other."

"I have processed your photography work the last point and printed it out, but..." the assistant paused, "Are you sure you can exhibit it?"

The other party is Qin Xiuchen.

He Chen took another bite. When she heard this, she thought about it before remembering this incident, "Don't worry."

He Chen never lost his links, and the assistant nodded, "Okay, then I'll send it to the curators of the Global Building right away."

On the other end of the phone, the assistant hung up the phone, and the staff around him asked excitedly: "How is it like this?"

The assistant clenched his fists and said, "I agree, I'll go find them first."

The staff finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the stool on the side, and murmured: "This time it's so lively."

**

Beijing, Global Building Headquarters.

This is the first time that the world's top photography exhibition is held in China. This is not only an exhibition, but also a symbol of entering the world-class stage.

The trouble is serious, and each of the works in it is carefully selected by the photographer.

Before the official start, countless reporters followed suit.

The team reviewers are all masters, and only one reviewer is from Hua Guo.

He sat in the office and couldn't help but press his forehead, feeling a headache. "The domestic photographer was wiped out, and the highest one only got five passes."

Exhibits that can be delivered here must pass at least half of the curators' passes.

When other senior officials heard this, they were silent.

As the host of Hua Kingdom, there is no painting that can be included in the exhibition. This matter is probably going to be a topic of discussion among major media.

The domestic influence is not good either.

You can't put in a random piece of work.

The photography exhibition at Global Building is the first milestone in China. The selected works are selected through global selection and fighting between gods. Even if the curators give the host face, they can put any work in, and then a bad thing will become a public execution site.

The reviewer of Hua Guo is having a headache.

Someone knocked outside, "Mr. Zhou, a new work has been sent."
To be continued...