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Chapter 327 Reunion Year

Wang Po, the famous matchmaker in my country, once said: "Anyone who is exposed, two words: the most difficult, requiring all five things, is Pan Lu Deng Xiao Xian."

simply say.

Even if he is as handsome as Pan An, as rich as Deng Tong, he is still considerate and considerate. Some husbands are careless and neglect the beautiful lady. At this time, they have to go up to ask for help, but they must not cross the line. It is best to have a good brother or sister. Identity concealment makes it easier to sneak in from within the enemy.

in addition.

You also need to have some free time.

It can be seen that it was not an easy task to steal jade and fragrance in ancient times. Today, let alone having all five skills, it is not difficult to even have one thing stand out and rejuvenate.

visible.

"The world is deteriorating, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be."

In just a few hundred years, people's hearts have been corrupted...

"Hello, Brother Han."

Han Qiao was criticizing the current world in his heart. When he looked up, he saw a little girl in a big red cotton-padded jacket, beaming with joy, with a little baby fat on her cheeks, and a pair of big eyes that looked like Jiang Wenli.

She has a slender figure, and her legs are slender and well-proportioned wrapped in jeans.

"Hello, Ma Sichun." Han Qiao put his hands in his pockets: "Is it cold outside?"

"Brother Han knows about me?" Ma Sichun was a little excited. He jumped and followed Han Qiao, raised his chin, looked at Han Qiao's side face, and smiled brightly: "It's not cold, Brother Han, you are so beautiful."

Why……

This girl is not shy, but she also has a good look. No wonder Ou Hao doesn't like her.

Ma Si Chuan is the child of sister Jiang Wenli. She is now 16 years old. She made her debut in the TV series "Mansion Gate" in 2000. She has the aunt of the Northwest Circle as her backer and is famous in the world: "Princess of the Northwest Circle".

One of the few actresses in the entertainment industry who lives a free and easy life.

The small courtyard is decorated with lanterns and festoons.

It's rare that it doesn't snow tonight. A big snowman is pushed in the courtyard of the courtyard. Several children turn their tongues up, lick the snot from their lips, and blow up the fish with firecrackers.

Red lanterns were hung high under the eaves, the hot oil was burning in the kitchen, and the scent of pinewood from smoked fish wafted up.

"Si Chun, are you cooking?"

"Yes." Ma Sichun said sweetly: "Brother Han, my aunt's cooking is delicious."

Han Qiao remembered it, looked at Ma Sichun, and smiled: "My name is Miss You, why do you call me brother?"

"What's that called?"

"According to seniority, call me uncle."

"???" Ma Sichun's eyes were confused and he couldn't turn around.

How embarrassing.

Han Qiao looks about the same age as her.

"Uncle? You bullied my Xiaochun as soon as you came here." Jiang Wenli opened the kitchen curtain, holding a small amount of fried sweetfish around her waist, her cheeks were as red as apples, she smiled and said: "It's cold outside, come in and talk. .”

Today she is also wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket, her hair is styled into a bun, a slim-fitting black woolen skirt, and fleshy stockings that make her legs slender.

Youth and maturity are perfectly compatible.

The aunt and niece have two plants with the same stems, each with its own merits.

"Sister." Han Qiao said sweetly.

When I saw the golden and crispy fried fish, I was not polite. I picked up a piece, tasted it, and said with emotion: "Sister, I am really impressed by your craftsmanship."

"My sister did this." Jiang Wenli laughed in her heart.

Han Qiao is very casual.

Jiang Wenli felt relaxed. She was really afraid that Han Qiao would be too polite, which would make him unfamiliar.

"It's passed down from generation to generation." Han Qiao's face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat.

"You are fooling my sister." Jiang Wenli said, touched Ma Sichun's face, and said teasingly: "This is my niece. If you want to be someone's uncle, you can't do it without a meeting gift."

"That's easy to say." Han Qiao opened his mouth and said, "Si Lip looks like me. If she goes into the entertainment industry, she will also be the best actress in the Feitian Award in the future."

So cold.

Ma Sichun was waiting at the door and said that it was not Jiang Wenli's instruction, but Han Qiao didn't believe it.

Cheap verbal checks come as soon as they arrive.

"With your words, I feel relieved."

Han Qiao's tongue felt like honey.

Jiang Wenli was elated and glanced sideways at her niece and Han Qiao, thoughtfully.

Talented man and beautiful woman.

Arrive at the main room.

It was lively and lively, with many people playing cards at the dining table, and the seventh and eighth aunts were sitting on the kang, eating melon seeds and watching TV.

Dare to love.

This is family reunion year.

Han Qiao stopped: "Sister, you really don't treat me as an outsider."

"If you were an outsider, I wouldn't have asked you to come."

"It's cold outside, come in quickly." Jiang Wenli held the dustpan in one hand and put it on Han Qiao's back with a smile: "Brother Gu has been talking about you recently. Maybe something happened to the peacock."

"OK."

Gu Changwei was touching the cards when he saw Han Qiao and laughed: "Xiaoqiao, you are here, come and sit."

"Brother Gu."

"These are my brothers." Gu Changwei introduced them. They are all outsiders.

It's not surprising to see Hanqiao.

Commonplace.

Only one young man was very happy and asked curiously: "Brother Han, when will you finish Zhu Xian?"

Han Qiao was forced to sit down by Gu Changwei.

Ma Sichun served hot tea.

Carrying a small bench and holding his chin with his hands, he watched Han Qiao play cards.

"Uh..." Han Qiao didn't expect to meet his book fans in person to urge him to update, and he felt guilty: "Probably... maybe... soon..."

"New Year's Eve."

"Who writes novels?"

"Tell me what bad luck you can do."

Gu Changwei drank wine, his nose was red and swollen, he touched the cigarette and lit it, shaking: "Xiaoqiao, thank you for your generous intervention. If you hadn't provided help in times of need, my brother's movie might not have been possible."

Han Qiao felt relieved and held hot tea: "Brother Gu, you're welcome. I heard from my sister that the movie has encountered difficulties recently."

"Hey..." Gu Changwei sighed. It is really not easy to make a movie. There are so many things to worry about. I don't know how Han Qiao managed it at such a young age.

"It's not about the heroine yet. I was planning to invite Zhang Ziyi, and she originally agreed."

"did not expect."

"She was also invited to Lao Mouzi's House of Flying Daggers, and you saw the result."

Gu Changwei said, put out the cigarette, picked up the wine glass and drank in one gulp, feeling aggrieved.

If it were another crew.

He insisted on giving some color and really thought he was a vegetarian.

Partially born.

It's the crew of Lao Mouzi. It's really hard for a mute to eat Coptis chinensis.

Han Qiao's heart moved: "Brother Gu, Rong Xinda's Sister Li has a new actor named Zhang Jingchu. Has she gone to audition?"

"tried."

"That girl." Gu Changwei was very disgusted: "She is too young and her acting skills are not good. If I use her, I will suffer."

Serious.

How difficult it is to train an actress.

Hand in hand.

Phew.

Han Qiao almost laughed out loud.

Brother Gu is really funny.

So it's hard to say what to do: "Brother Gu, how about we wait for Zhang Ziyi's schedule?"

"This..." Gu Changwei thought for a while and waved his hand: "I look down on Zhang Ziyi now, what will happen if she does it?"

"Just Zhang Jingchu."

"Are you going to the Spring Festival Gala tomorrow?"

Gu Changwei looked at Han Qiao. When he said this, he felt a little envious of his little brother again.

Another movie hit.

It’s the Spring Festival Gala again.

At such a young age, it is really worthwhile to live to the point where Han Qiao is.

Han Qiao took a sip of tea and said calmly: "Just go and have fun."

"hiss……"

Now everyone at the poker table knew how scary Han Qiao was.

Jiang Wenli and Gu Changwei are both people of high status, but they can't just talk about going to the Spring Festival Gala.

Why don't you go to heaven!

Ma Sichun held her chin. She was going to college after the Chinese New Year, and she watched Han Qiao become the focus of everyone.

My heart was a little shaken.

My aunt said she wanted to go into the entertainment industry.

seem.

Not bad!

………………

The Chinese New Year in the north is completely different from that in the south.

Han Qiao has been alive for so long, and this is the first time that so many people have spent the New Year together.

Lively and lively.

There is a large table of dishes, all cooked by Jiang Wenli and her sister, and they are all delicious and delicious.

Otherwise, Lao Gu is really lucky.

If you have a wife who can go to the hall and go to the kitchen, and have a beautiful and tender figure, you can take a handful and sway in the water.

They are all the taste of autumn harvest.

Jiang Wenli's sister is Jiang Wenjuan, and she is Jiang Wenli's agent. Almost from the beginning, she has supported her sister from stumbling all the way to where she is now.

Han Qiao was a little troubled.

Mainly because Jiang Wenjuan was sitting next to Han Qiao and asked a few questions from time to time.

Drinking like crazy.

Han Qiao was so drunk that when he reached six points, he pretended to be eight points and made a lot of mud in his mouth.

Jiang Wenjuan was in a good mood, probably knowing that Han Qiao was an orphan.

Just one meal.

Sit for a few minutes.

Han Qiao staggered and stood up to say goodbye.

Jiang Wenli was clearing the dining table when she heard the words and couldn't help but said: "It's snowing heavily outside again today. It will be inconvenient to go back after drinking so much wine."

"Just sleep here tonight."

"Xiao Chun, help your brother Han go to Teacher Zhang's house..."

"Oh." Ma Silip supported Han Qiao.

Han Qiao was really in trouble at this time. Gu Changwei was a wine gourd. The wine in the northwest was all burned with knives. His stomach was churning and he felt very uncomfortable.

Let Ma Si lip hold her.

The lights in the courtyard were dim, the red lanterns shone brightly, and the cold wind was like a knife, rolling up thousands of layers of snow and blowing towards my face.

Hanqiao is very hot.

Ma Sichun was cold and subconsciously pressed close to Han Qiao.

Han Qiao looked sideways, made a slight mistake, and shook his head: "Think..."

As soon as the words left his mouth.

My stomach was churning, and I bent over and vomited on Ma Sichun's pants.

The wind blows.

The smell went straight to Ma Sichun's forehead. The little girl had never seen such a dirty scene. Her round cheeks turned pale. She looked at the red, black and green stains on her pants. There was a fishy smell in her throat. She covered her mouth and walked towards the room.

Run inside.

"Aunt...aunt..."

Han Qiao staggered and almost fell.

Holding on to the screen wall.

What a shame.

Ma Sichun probably wants to die. It would be so romantic for a little girl who grew up pampered and pampered to see her idol!

It's not romantic at all if an idol vomits all over himself.

A few minutes passed.

Jiang Wenli ran over, looked at him, supported Han Qiao without saying a word, and said angrily: "You still drink so much when you can't drink. You are really just like your brother Gu."

Han Qiao took advantage of the situation and followed his good sister. There was no one around anyway. Jiang Wenli had a charming neckline and her skin was as white as snow. Han Qiao said awkwardly: "Sister, Sichun, is she okay?"

"What can happen?"

"She's just too young. There are a few men in the northwest who don't get drunk."

Jiang Wenli was used to seeing strong winds and waves. She patted Han Qiao's back with her bare hands and asked, "Are you feeling better in your stomach?"

"Much better, thank you sister."

"Since you call me sister, why are you being polite to me?" Jiang Wenli looked away, Han Qiao was very close, and her neck was hit by the heat of Han Qiao's breath. Her heart was hot, so she moved away quietly and said calmly: "Now you know how to be polite.

Already?"

Han Qiao looked at Jiang Wenli's red lips: "Sister, do you want me to be polite, or do you not want me to be polite?"

"Young Master and sister are playing tricks." Jiang Wenli supported her and murmured with red lips: "Men are so virtuous. When they are drunk, they don't know how to behave."

"Sister, you dare to tease me."

Arrive at the bedroom.

Helping Han Qiao to get on the kang, Jiang Wenli looked at Han Qiao's face, thought for a moment, washed a handkerchief and wiped it. Looking at Han Qiao's honesty, she smiled and said, "You kid, be content with what you have."

"This is the only time in my life that I have served Lao Gu like this."

"If it weren't for the fact that you are my good brother,"

"Sister, I don't care about you."

Applying a hot towel to your face makes your whole body feel like you are soaking in hot water.

"This kid..." Jiang Wenli looked at Han Qiao sleeping soundly. His handsome face had soft lines and was not as bold as usual. His brows were drooped, looking a little helpless and lonely.

They are completely different from each other.

Jiang Wenli couldn't help but touch it with her fingers.

I can't help but think: "It turns out that even if you are as successful as Han Qiao, you will still be so fragile."

Pity arose in my heart.

Turned off the lights.

Exit the bedroom.

The next morning.

I was drunk last night and got a bit cold due to the cold wind.

open the door.

yard,

Ma Sichun was brushing his teeth, shaking his head from side to side and dancing with his eyebrows. When he saw Han Qiao, he was startled and turned around to wash up slowly.

"Sichun, I'm so sorry for yesterday. I'll ask my assistant to deliver the clothes."

"Gulu gulu..." Ma Sichun turned his back, spit out mouthwash, and said carelessly: "Brother Han, it's okay. I left you in the snow yesterday, just don't blame me."

"How could I blame you?" Han Qiao still liked this cute little girl and smiled: "It's not too late to be grateful."

"Really?" Ma Sichun's eyes widened.

"yes."

"Can Brother Han take me to the Spring Festival Gala?" Ma Sichun said hesitantly.

Yesterday she heard that Han Qiao was going to attend the Spring Festival Gala, so she wanted to see him.

"Of course." Han Qiao joked: "But I have to work hard for Miss Sichun to be my little assistant."

"hey-hey……"

Ma Sichun laughed out loud: "I am Miss Sichun, are you Mr. Han?"

"wrong."

"I'm Uncle Han."

Early in the morning, the courtyard was buzzing with excitement. It was really different when there were more people.

Han Qiao didn't stay long and went to Jiang Wenjuan to talk.

Jiang Wenjuan looked at Ma Sichuan who was standing behind Han Qiao and warned: "You can go, but I have to listen to your brother Han and don't cause trouble, you know?"

"I know, I know." Ma Sichun nodded perfunctorily.

Farewell to Jiang Wenli and Gu Changwei.

Han Qiao took Ma Sichun into the car.

Yang Tianzhen didn't take a holiday during the New Year, mainly because Han Qiao was very busy during the New Year. He unscrewed the thermos cup and said, "Brother Han, Sister Jiang said you were drunk last night, so I stewed porridge to nourish the stomach."

"Innocent, you are becoming more and more professional."

"I just didn't expect that there would be this young lady..." Yang Tianzhen was a little embarrassed.

"No need." Ma Sichun put his jeans legs together and put his hands: "I ate it this morning, thank you."

"This is Jiang Wenli's niece. She is my temporary assistant today."

"Then we are colleagues." Yang Tianzhen stretched out his hand: "My name is Yang Tianzhen."

"My name is Ma Sichun."

After the car reached the viaduct, Yang Tianzhen turned around and said, "Brother Han, yesterday I sorted out the movies of Pangu's Kaitian Project, but I couldn't find Ning Hao and Lin Zicong."

"What?"

What on earth is Ning Hao hesitating about?

Han Qiao did not expect that Pangu's plan to open the sky would fail before it could succeed.

Without "Crazy Stone", this would be a waste of time.

After thinking for a while: "Keep watching."

The launch ceremony of the Pangu Open Sky Project is on February 5th.

After the new year.

The time is almost up.

Xiangjiang is okay. The reason why Hanqiao was included in Xiangjiang is to fight back against the "blockade of Xiangjiang" in an honest way.

You block me.

I'm here to support you.

It depends on whether you want to be shameless or not.

It's very quiet in the car.

Han Qiao is dealing with the latest work.

Ma Sichun felt a little itchy after sitting for a while. He moved his buttocks and looked at Han Qiao with his chin in his hands.

After Han Qiao took care of it, he turned around and smiled: "Does it look good?"

"..." Ma Sichun's heart was pounding, and Nuo Nuo said in embarrassment: "It looks good."

Han Qiao smiled and said, "I'm your uncle. It's useless to look good."

"Huh..." Ma Sichun's cheeks turned red with embarrassment and he looked away.

She discovered Han Qiao's biggest problem.

Narcissism!

Han Qiao didn't take it to heart.

It is normal for a little girl to like a good-looking brother.

but.

Han Qiao is not a big carrot, anyone can take a bite of it.

Unless Ma Sichun is particularly proactive.

The recording location for the Spring Festival Gala is the CCTV building.

It's still early.

But you have to prepare in advance.

Han Qiao will perform a song tonight. The time is neither early nor late. After the performance, everyone can go back to their homes.

CCTV will prepare a reunion dinner later.

but.

There is no shit now.

The whole backstage was noisy, full of colorful boys and girls with different makeup.

Throughout the Spring Festival Gala, in addition to the performing guests, there were more silent backup dancers and other staff.

These people are particularly lucky.

They are all elites from major art troupes and universities.

I rehearse dance day and night, and it only takes a few minutes on stage, and maybe no one will ever notice.

Luck is like a small colorful flag.

Still too little.

Ma Sichun is interested in everything.

Han Qiao was not busy either and accompanied her everywhere.

There was a lot of excitement all the way, mainly because Han Qiao was so popular. Many people saw it and wanted Han Qiao's autograph.

Hanqiao welcomes all comers.

but.

After all, this is the Spring Festival Gala, and there might be someone behind that person. It's not a good thing to be so ostentatious.

Take a look.

Han Qiao quickly pulled Ma Si and left, and when they arrived at the guest lounge, there were far fewer people.

Ma Sichuan's whole face turned red. The bloody scenes of this idol drama were undoubtedly a killer. The little girl was a little embarrassed: "Brother Han, I didn't expect you to be so red."

"???"

Han Qiao glanced sideways.

Ma Sichun's ears turned red and he said in a panic: "It's not...I...Brother Han...I mean..."

"alright."

A tiger can't chirp.

Han Qiao didn't care: "Do you want to see Jay Chou?"

"Yes I do."

"Let's go...tonight we are the street runners of the Spring Festival Gala..."

The lounge is a small cubicle, and there are people coming and going in the corridor, all of them are assistants.

The staff saw Han Qiao: "Brother Han, you've arrived so early, I'll take you to the lounge."

"Thanks."

Han Qiao now has his own exclusive lounge. Logically speaking, as an actor, he does not have such a big reputation.

When Liu Defa arrived, two people had to share a room.

but.

He has so many tricks up his sleeve. In addition to being an actor, he is also one of the top ten directors in Mainland China.

"Brother Han..."

"Brother Han..."

"Han..."

Han Shit...

When Han Qiao saw the friendly elder sister, his buttocks immediately tightened. Young people should not be too high-profile and should be modest. When passing by, Han Qiao was polite and modest: "Hello."

"Hello."

The elder sister was a little puzzled, I don’t know this person.

Go to the end.

Han Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and loosened the buttons of his clothes.

Ma Sichun bit her red lips and laughed hard. Along the way, Han Qiao was like the tiger king in the mountains: "It turns out that you are also afraid of people."

"There are too many people who are afraid."

"That's pretty much it."

We are all young people, and we all have people we are afraid of.

Ma Sichuan felt that Han Qiao was much more approachable.

According to a survey by the CCTV Market Research Department, more than 500 million viewers watched the 2004 Spring Festival Gala.

but.

This year's Spring Festival Gala also has the lowest audience satisfaction in recent years.

In the singing program, Jay Chou's "Dragon Fist" ignited the audience. However, except for young people, other audience members agreed: "It's too noisy."

Language programs, without Zhao Dongbei, the entire language program will be eclipsed.

The dance category was pretty good. "Qiao Hua Dan" performed by the Sichuan Provincial Opera House was exquisite and extremely agile.

It's a classic.

"Han Qiao..."

As the door opened, Jay Chou saw his savior: "You are finally here."

Han Qiao looked over and smiled: "Jielun, Li Fei..."

Li Fei put on makeup, wearing a white swan dance skirt, with metallic flashes in the corners of her eyes, and wrapped herself in a large black cotton-padded jacket, which was specially prepared for the Spring Festival Gala.

He smiled and said, "Han Qiao, you're here."

"Just right."

Han Qiao took out the playing cards: "Three are short of two, come quickly."

What are you doing without playing cards backstage at the Spring Festival Gala!

Fighting Landlords.

……………………

9:00 pm.

New Year's Eve.

CCTV gate.

It snowed heavily again at night, falling all over the sky. Fireworks exploded in the dark night sky from time to time.

Red, white, green, blue...

Colorful.

The taste of the New Year at this time is not comparable to that of later generations. The whole land of China is indulged in the joy of reunion.

Han Qiao wrapped his clothes tightly: "Brother Zhang, Tianzhen, you send Si Chuan back, and then we have a holiday and go to work on the fifth day of the lunar new year."

Yang Tianzhen was so happy: "Brother Han, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

The girl Ma Sichuan was tired of playing. She was very curious at first, but in the end she lost interest. She sat in the car and waved: "Brother Han, goodbye."

"goodbye!"

Watch the car drive away.

Han Qiao found a sheltered place and prepared to contact Che.

Talk about it.

It's really a bit miserable.

Others are family reunions and family celebrations.

Han Bridge looks like a single shadow.

Gao Yuanyuan didn't dare to disobey her mother and come out at this time, so she only sneaked over to accompany him in the second grade of junior high school.

Xia Wen has a lot of rules at home, and he wants to accompany the old man on New Year's Eve. He originally invited Han Qiao to go.

Han Qiao refused.

Qin Lan just sent a text message: "Happy New Year."

Li Xiaoran is now a kite, flying farther and farther, only the string is still holding it.

Han Qiao thought about his girlfriends.

My heart feels so cold.

so much,

I am still alone.

With his hands in his pockets, Han Qiao walked toward the dim sky in the heavy snow, watching the brilliant fireworks in the distance.

Walked for a few minutes.

Han Qiao took out his mobile phone and almost forgot that he also had a wife.

The phone rang several times and hung up.

Keep fighting.

this time.

The call was answered quickly, and Liu Xiaoli lowered her voice: "Today is New Year's Eve. If you don't want to reunite with your family, what do you want to do on the phone so late?"

Han Qiao stretched out his hand to catch the snow: "Honey, aren't you my family?"

There was silence on the phone. After a moment, Liu Xiaoli gritted her teeth and said, "What do you want to do? I'm warning you, don't do anything random."

"Honey, have you forgotten that you still owe me a promise?" Han Qiao smiled: "This is not allowed to turn into a new year."

Yanjing, villa.

The lights are bright.

The entire villa looks like a castle hanging under the moon. In the yard at the entrance, three snowmen are holding hands.

Liu Xiaoli stood in front of the window, holding the phone, looking at the snowman in the yard and the fireworks exploding in the night sky.

Liu Yifei shouted in the kitchen: "Mom, besides peeling, what else should I do?"

"Mom..." Liu Yifei was lying at the door, his hair hanging down: "Mom, who called you."

"Why are you asking so many questions?" Liu Xiaoli came back to her senses and her face remained as usual: "Take out the noodles after peeling them."

"We eat noodles during the Chinese New Year."

"So much nonsense." Liu Xiaoli frowned: "Your father asked you to go to dinner, but you didn't want to go, and your godfather didn't go either. If you don't eat noodles, you'll be hungry."

"I'm not going, dad's relatives are too annoying."

Liu Yifei muttered and retracted his head.

Shaking her head, Liu Xiaoli held the phone in both hands and lowered her voice: "What's the mess? Come if you want."

"But I'm warning you, please be more honest."

"Know it."

The voice on the phone was lazily. Liu Xiaoli thought of Han Qiao's shameless behavior and added: "If you dare to mess around, I..."

"Anyway, please be honest with me."

hang up the phone.

Liu Xiaoli pulled out a handful of hair and inserted her fingers into it.

One wrong step and you will be doomed.

I looked at my pajamas, changed into normal clothes, and took a look in the mirror. The clothes were old-fashioned and my skin was not good. I felt very satisfied and walked to the kitchen in my slippers.

Liu Yifei sat on the pony.

Clumsy.

Looking back, he saw it and shouted: "Mom, why are you dressed so ugly?"

"Han Qiao will be here soon." Liu Xiaoli glared: "Go and change your clothes."

"What's Han Qiao doing here?"

"He is an orphan. It's not like you don't know that his mother is his sister. It's very reasonable to invite him to come over for the New Year."

Liu Yifei looked at it, as if he believed you were a ghost.

"I'm afraid of you." Liu Xiaoli's face didn't turn red and her heart didn't beat. She picked up the knife with both hands and chopped open the potatoes: "It's not that you don't want to eat noodles. Han Qiao's cooking is pretty good. Mom is using him to cook."

Liu Yifei's eyes lit up: "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Go and change quickly."

"Okay."

(End of chapter)