"Han Qiao, you are so humorous." Xu Qing couldn't help laughing and coquettishly: "Director Han is still afraid that there will be no yoga master?"

"There are often yoga masters." Han Qiao's eyes were straight and the corners of his mouth curled up and smiled: "But there are only yoga masters like Sister. Are you afraid that I am too stupid and can't learn it?"

"Whoever wants to say Director Han is stupid, then she will be the biggest fool." Xu Qing's mouth was filled with a smile.

Han Qiao's meaningful and close joke was very satisfying to her.

As expected, no one could resist his charm. He patted Han Qiao's shoulder gently and joked: "You disciple, Master, you have accepted it. Good disciple, how do you want Master to teach you?"

Xu Qing's eyes were straight, charming, and a pair of electric eyes. Han Qiao smiled with a smile on his lips: "Of course I'm following the Master's arrangement."

Cooking a piano is like mixing a bartender. You can’t be anxious. The trick is to not expose your intentions.

Your intention to be exposed.

The woman saw through your thoughts, and the rest was to play with you. Han Qiao stopped and retreated and said, "Sister, Sister Wen Li is suffering this time."

"Who said no?" Xu Qing opened his body slightly, turned his eyes to the operating room, and empathized with it: "Children is the biggest difficulty for women. Wenli is too stupid. A woman's body must be controlled by herself. It's too stupid to have a child."

"Sister, you are so free and easy." Han Qiao smiled with a smile on his lips: "I don't know who would be so lucky to be able to have a child with her."

"I don't want to."

Xu Qing didn't care, she asked: "Han Qiao, is there anything fun about this Olympics?"

"It's fun, there's..."

In the corridor, the two were talking, Han Qiao was humorous and witty, and he knew a lot.

It's just a pig.

After so many years, it should be almost smart, not to mention that if a person has money, identity, and status, then what he says naturally has a magical magic.

Just like a beauty camera.

There are too many "honors" for beauty in Han Qiao.

It took me a whole night. The next morning, the operating room door opened, and the doctor and nurse came out one after another, and said tiredly: "It went smoothly, the mother and son were safe."

"Can you visit now?" Xu Qing couldn't help asking: "Wenli is fine in her health."

"No problem." The doctor smiled and said, "The patient's physical fitness is very good and can be visited, but not for too long."

Xu Qing went to the ward to visit Xiaodouzi's mother.

Han Qiao thanked the doctor and nurse and walked to the ward, which was on the third floor.

One floor.

There is only one ward, doctors and nurses, who are on duty twenty-four hours a day, and are on standby.

"Sister." Han Qiao opened the door and Jiang Wen was very energetic on the hospital bed.

The cheeks are rosy.

After giving birth, her petite body was like being wrapped in milk. Xu Qing was particularly envious: "This skin is so good."

"You like it, you like to give birth to one by yourself." Xiaodouzi's mother looked at Han Qiao with a smile on her lips: "Xiaoqiao, you are here, come and sit."

"Sister, is it okay?"

"What can happen?" Xiao Douzi's mother looked confused: "The child was born, and she was very cute, with big eyes, small nose, and small mouth."

"I like his eyebrows very much."

Xiaodouzi's mother didn't say anything: "The child's eyebrows are exactly the same as yours."

Women are very strange. When they have children, they are particularly prone to being devoted.

At this time, Xiaodouzi's mother was full of joy, all of them were Han Qiao and her son. In her tone, Xu Qing spat: "You don't know, you think Han Qiao is not Han Qiao's godfather, but her own father!"

"You have a good rest." Xu Qing said, "I'll go see the child."

Turning to look at Han Qiao, Xiaodouzi's mother now, there is no one left. She said, "Han Qiao, you are here for a while and I will come."

"Yes." Han Qiao nodded.

After Xu Qing went out, there were only two people in the ward. Xiao Douzi's mother couldn't wait to open her arms and said, "Hug me."

"Sister, you're in trouble." Han Qiao hugged Xiaodouzi's mother: "Sister, our children are very beautiful."

"very beautiful."

"The eyebrows are like you, the eyes are like me..." Jiang Wenji smiled with a smile on his lips, and said with satisfaction: "Han Weimin, is it so nice!"

"It sounds nice." Han Qiao smiled with a smile on his lips: "Sister, Brother Gu and me, who do you choose?"

"Of course I chose you." Xiaodouzi's mother's heart was filled with revenge: "Xiaoqiao, have you thought about it?"

"Sister, I'm thirsty." Han Qiao was really thirsty. He didn't eat for a day: "Sister, I want nutrition."

"Nutrition." Xiao Douzi's mother's cheeks were slightly red: "There is soy milk in the hospital, why don't you try it? Your son is young and can't drink soy milk yet. Do you want to try it for him?"

"good."

It’s professional to drink soy milk in Hanqiao. In the hospital, the soy milk bowls are round as long as the moon. In the big hospital, the bowls are all customized. At the bottom of the bowl, a vine of grapes is burned, which is vivid and green grape leaves.

It was covered with grapes, Han Qiao held the bowl in both hands, how to eat Lao Yanjing, his mouth touched the mouth of the bowl, the fresh soy milk was very hot and nutritious.

He turned his hand and swallowed the soy milk, but it was not hot at all. The benefits of doing this are that the soy milk is not hot, and the soy milk at the bottom of the bowl is not cold.

A bowl of soy milk shows the bottom, and the grapes at the bottom of the bowl are crystal clear. Han Qiao licks his tongue, which is too realistic and has a refreshing fragrance of grapes.

……………………

Outside the ward.

Xu Qing put his hands on the door and was about to push open the door. In the crack of the door, she paused.

The next moment, his eyes widened, his red lips were slightly longer, and he was unbelievable, and he subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

Oh My God.

Xiaodouzi's mother, Han Qiao, Lao Gu... Xu Qing's mouth was dry and thought about it, and gently brought it to the door.

Sitting on the bench in the corridor, pulling her hair with both hands, she has seen many of them in so many years.

This outrageous thing was shocked for 3 seconds, and then he thought to himself: "Han Qiao will never let anyone know about this."

secret.

The secret is a weapon, a benefit. If you have this secret, what do you need Han Qiao to do?

Half an hour passed.

Xu Qing estimated the time, and his high heels were walking around the door a few times. There was a crisp sound. The next moment, she pushed open the door and smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Han Qiao, Wen Li, the child is very cute."

"Cute." Xiaodouzi's mother has good acting skills. Except for her rosy cheeks, there is nothing unusual: "You are the child's godmother."

"It's very cute." Xu Qing said, and said in surprise: "Han Qiao, don't say it, the child is really a bit like your eyebrows."

Xiaodouzi's mother paused, then kicked her legs and said, "Han Qiao is the child's godfather, you can't be because of this."

"Maybe." Xu Qing sniffed his nose: "Why does it smell strange?"

"I think you are really crazy." Xiaodouzi's mother felt nervous and spat: "If you don't have a baby, you don't know the sequelae of giving birth."

"Sister." Han Qiao smiled with a smile on his lips: "Sister Xu, since it's okay, I'll go call Brother Gu and take a look at the child. I'm going to go back to the crew."

"Okay." Xiaodouzi's mother said politely: "Thank you, Xiaoqiao, Lao Gu is back. I'm going to thank him."

After Han Qiao went out.

Calling Lao Gu's phone number, Lao Gu's voice was noisy, and the delicate female voice was: "Director Gu~"

Han Qiao smiled with a smile on his lips: "Brother Gu, my sister-in-law has given birth, the boy, the mother and son are safe."

Old Gu was a little drunk and spoke with a big tongue: "I'm born, Brother Han, my sister-in-law and I, thank you very much. You helped me so much..."

"Brother Gu, what are you talking about?" Han Qiao frowned: "Brother Gu, my sister-in-law has just given birth and I have time to go home to spend more time with her. The wine outside is better than the food at home."

"I understand, I understand." Old Gu obviously someone urged to drink, and said, "Brother Han, my place is not a place to talk. I will go back another day and come to thank you."

Hang up the phone.

Han Qiao was speechless. Lao Gu is now developed, and the director of the Berlin Silver Bear Award. There are countless people queuing up to give him money.

Film conferences, college lectures, film forums, messy activities, too many.

Han Qiao looked down on these flatteries in the fame and fortune market, but Lao Gu enjoyed it very much.

At this time.

The cell phone ringing, Han Qiao answered the phone. On the phone, Yang Tianzhen's voice was a little impatient: "Brother Han, you're done. Now there is something that is particularly urgent. There is news in the newspaper that you have served as the deputy director of the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games and have gone through Zhang Yimou's way..."

"Calm down." Han Qiao shrugged: "The black hand under Huayi, there is no need to care."

Very normal.

As he said, the opening ceremony of the Olympics was so important, he, 24 years old.

Zhang Yimou, Zhang Jigang, Chen Weiya, one is the international director, one is the head of the military singing and dancing troupe, and the other is the president of the People's Opera House...

Hanqiao has nothing.
To be continued...