He pulled the bedding in a panic, and smelled the smell, his heart seemed to fly out of his chest.

The scissors slashed across the bedding, shattered, and put them all into a large black pocket.

Open the window and the wind blows in through it.

Jiang Wenli was cold all over, putting her hands on the window sill, watching the withered vines on the exterior wall stretching out outside the wall.

His face turned pale.

"Hanqiao, Hanqiao."

"Sister has already repayed you for taking care of Brother Gu."

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"Brother Han..."

As mentioned earlier, women have two sides, one is an angel and the other is a devil.

But there is a third type of woman in the world.

That's a wall.

Han Qiao looked up at Yang Tianzhen's gradually developing figure, and felt a little worried.

As the saying goes well.

Assistant to do something.

Nothing to do...

The dream was shattered.

Half-slimmed, he didn't sleep much all night, and was so sleepy that he beat him up: "You're so naive, thank you for your hard work when I came to pick me up so early."

"Not hard work." Yang Tianzhen is a qualified tool person. He is always passionate and never complains about work. He is swinging his ponytail and his voice is crisp: "Brother Han, after the "Pangu Opening Ceremony" yesterday, all major newspapers and magazines reported it almost... "

"Um?"

"It is said that Han Qiao is a well-deserved director and is truly conducive to the development of Chinese films." Yang Tianzhen looked at Han Qiao admiringly.

Turning hands to make clouds, turning hands to make rain.

A few days ago, the newspaper questioned the identity of Director Han Qiao and passed the "Pangu Kaitian Plan".

All doubts disappeared.

A huge investment of 35 million yuan is supported by young directors.

Perhaps Han Qiao has little experience, but he dares to set an early start and take on the responsibility of "big leader".

Then he is the big director.

“As expected.”

Han Qiao was very calm.

It’s nothing special. In recent years, domestic movies have been truly prehistoric beasts, and domestic big directors are not enough to be stuck in the gaps.

Out of the entrance of the alley.

The black SUV parked on the side of the road, Han Qiao looked up and her body became cold.

Damn it.

Xia Wen was sitting in the passenger seat, probably not in a good mood, with her rose-red lips pursed and her big black sunglasses.

"Natural, why is Mr. Xia here?"

"President Xia said he wanted to tell you to go to the airport in person." Yang Tianzhen trembled: "There are still some work matters to talk to Brother Han."

"Bang."

The car door was closed, Han Qiao tied his seat belt, and watched Yang Tianzhen lower his head and drill into the car.

"Naughty, go and take a taxi in the back."

"Okay Mr. Xia."

Yang Tianzhenru received a general amnesty and closed the car door. Since her chubby figure was a bit agile.

"Tell me the serious business." Xia Wen took out the food bag from the back seat: "Han Master Han told me that there are 100 million people of unknown people. Haha, except for women, you never make empty promises."

"Tell me your thoughts."

Han Qiao sipped soy milk.

Xia Wen is so solemn, he rarely sees it, blowing the wind: "The current three movies are full of energy, mainly Kung Fu and nameless people."

"Zhou Xingchi is the comedy king. If you want to beat him, you still have to have marketing feelings."

"Marketing sentiment?" Xia Wen looked at the soy milk stretched over Han Qiao, and said disgusted and said, "I won't drink what others have drunk."

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"When I was a kid, I always asked my mom and dad where they were."

"My mom said dad was busy."

"I thought he was really busy." Xia Wen sneered: "Later I found out that he was really busy, but he was busy looking for women. There were no less than a dozen of them just because I knew it."

"It's not just my dad." Xia Wen frowned and disgusted: "My uncle, my brother, my brother... in that circle, women are just playthings."

"so."

"I don't have high requirements for relationships, really, not at all, do you know?"

Han Qiaoran mutely: "Yes."

Xia Wen smiled, stroked his hair that was splattered by the wind, and said in a plain tone: "My mother said a few words to me."

"The first sentence is to take care of your man."

"A truly powerful man will not be defeated by external objects. The only person who can defeat them is themselves."

"Self-taking self-destruction is a common problem for all men."

"Honest and disgrace are shared, and we are related to each other. If you don't want to be unlucky, then take care of him."

"The second sentence is to have your own career."

"I won't talk about this."

Xia Wen is very serious: "Han Qiao, you can be fickle, but you can't be promiscuous."

"You can't do whatever you want and be scruples."

"If you feel that you are not afraid of any enemy, then it is dangerous, because your biggest enemy is yourself at this time."

"You know that Jiang Wenli is Gu Changwei's wife, so she insists on provoking her. Have you ever thought about what we should do if this matter is exposed?"

Xia Wen said calmly, with almost no personal emotions, and even, she was talking about "we".

Han Qiao shrugged: "Jiang Wenli and I are innocent."

"Innocence?" Xia Wen glanced at her eyes, her emotions were turbulent, and her tone was sour: "Across ten miles apart, I could smell the smell of fox on you."

“Anyway.”

"I hope this is the last time."

Xia Wen grinded his teeth and said cruelly: "Otherwise I will let my grandpa tie you back and lock you up in a small dark room..."

"Anyway, what I like is your brain, and it won't be delayed in the small dark room."

Han Qiao actually has no machismo at all.

even.

Instead, he was glad that the woman Xia Wen was watching him.

He raised his hands happily, signaled to surrender, and argued: "Sister Jiang and I were innocent, and we slept in her bed last night..."

"Hmm?" Xia Wen tilted his head, his eyes dangerous.

"No..." Han Qiao waved his hand: "It's the bed that Sister Jiang usually slept on. I slept alone last night."

"Tsk." Xia Wen focused on driving and gently lifted his chin: "Who cares about you?"

"Slip"

The car parked at the entrance of the alley, and the tires were smoking. Xia Wen turned his head and said softly: "I want to eat stinky tofu, can I buy it for me?"

Eyelashes flutter.

Mom.

Han Qiao hesitated for a second and was disrespectful to the man. After getting off the car, he went straight to the stinky tofu stall. He had tasted this thing with Xia Wen last time.

I didn't expect to have a special liking for it.

I bought a small bag, and by the way I bought water and chewing gum. When I returned to the car, Xia Wenzheng looked at the documents. When he saw Han Qiao coming back, he put down the documents and rolled up the window.

The dog sleeping on the street hugged the dog's head, his eyes were gurgling, and he was a little confused.
To be continued...