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Chapter 333 Goddess

"It's like accompanying a tiger!"

Liu Yifei didn't know what was wrong with her mother. After saying something stupid, she refused to recognize her relatives with a damn face. Don't say a good face, she didn't even want to say something to her.

I glanced coldly from time to time.

Heavy murderous intent.

Liu Yifei lowered his head honestly and did not dare to touch his mother's bad head.

All the way was astonished as a cicada.

The key opened the door, and Liu Xiaoli changed into yoga clothes as usual, sat cross-legged on the yoga mat, and relaxed her waist and back.

Don't say a word.

Liu Yifei came out of the kitchen with the cut fruit. His mother, who was practicing yoga at night, curled up on the sofa with her pillow, watching TV coldly.

He walked over in fear and tentatively said, "Mom, I cut your favorite dragon fruit."

"Have you put this for you?" Liu Yifei glanced at him and pretended to be loud.

Liu Xiaoli ignored her and was disgusted with the naked eye.

Mom!

A magnitude ten earthquake.

Liu Yifei ran away in fluffy slippers.

He hid his body behind the wine cabinet and observed for a while, wondering: "Han Qiao and his mother have a good relationship. They are also reunites during the New Year. This ceremony was also attended in a grand costume. Why are you so unhappy?"

I thought about it with my hands holding my cheeks, and my eyes lit up.

Have it.

Dongdongdong brought a basin of hot water and placed it in front of Liu Xiaoli, and acted coquettishly: "Mom, you're very tired when walking in high heels. Xixi will press your feet for you."

"No." Liu Xiaoli moved her legs and became annoyed when she saw her baby daughter, especially the shameless, despicable, and vulgar boy...

What a hell!

How could this happen to me!

It's time to call the police to deal with him so that he won't be able to rush around.

Liu Xiaoli felt a mess, and when she thought of Han Qiaoru's methods of dealing with her and then dealing with others, she felt disgusted.

He pinched his hand into the pillow.

hiss……

Liu Yifei looked at her mother's eyes from time to time, and took the initiative to hold Liu Xiaoli's feet and said weakly: "When I was a child, my mother would wash my feet. Now that I am old, of course I have to wash my feet."

Rolling up his sleeves and stubbornly pressing Liu Xiaoli's feet into the water.

"hiss……"

"Is it hot?"

Liu Xiaoli felt warm in her heart. Her baby daughter became sensible and she let her touch her. She stroked Liu Yifei's head with her hand and said with relief: "My Xixi has grown up and knows how to repay her mother."

"I'm already old."

The mother and daughter are in love in the villa and the scene is warm.

Liu Yifei glanced quietly, and saw that his mother's face had eased, and said casually: "Mom, you had to take care of me before, so you were alone."

"Now that I'm grown up, I can take care of myself."

Thinking of his mother's hard work, Liu Yifei's eyes were red and he choked: "Mom also needs to consider her love."

"I know my godfather has always liked mom..."

My heart was so sour, and I tried not to shed tears. My chin was lifted and the hot water poured on Liu Xiaoli's white jade instep. I said softly: "Godfather has been taking good care of us for so many years. If it were godfather, I would be very willing."

"What are you talking nonsense?" Liu Xiaoli slammed her head, and her eyes carefully observed the face of her baby daughter. Seeing that there was no clue, her face calmed down: "Silly daughter, how can I rest assured to you?"

"Stop talking nonsense in the future."

Seeing that Liu Yifei looked guilty, Liu Xiaoli couldn't bear it and deliberately hooked Liu Yifei's nose: "It seems that Xixi has really grown up and she dislikes her mother. Don't worry, Xixi will become a big star in the future. Then you beg your mother to take care of you, and her mother will not care about you."

"I don't care if I cry."

"No, I never cried." Liu Yifei lowered his head and kept pouring water, feeling depressed: "It's better than I want to dream of Audrey Hepburn."

"I hope my mother can be happy."

"I know my godfather has always had a good impression of her mother, and it has been so many years."

"Mom, just promise me once." Liu Yifei raised his chin and begged with his eyes: "Just give my godfather a chance to try it. Maybe you will be really happy?"

Liu Xiaoli thought of the hateful boy and felt aroused in her heart, with a gentle tone: "Okay."

"Really?" Liu Yifei smiled happily.

"But you are not allowed to do anything randomly." Liu Xiaoli looked at her daughter, a little shy, her cheeks flushed, and she pretended to be casual: "Mom will make arrangements for it yourself."

"good."

"As long as my mother agrees, I can do it."

"Okay, look at your sweat this night..." Liu Xiaoli stretched out a piece of paper, rubbed the cheeks of her baby daughter, looked at Liu Yifei's nose, her eyelashes fluttered, and made fun of her: "Others say you are a little fairy, I think you are a smelly little brat."

"Then I'm stinky tofu." Liu Yifei said faster than his brain: "It smells smelly and tastes delicious."

Liu Xiaoli felt a little nervous: "Who taught you how to say this?"

"Han Qiao." Liu Yifei wiped his mother's feet with a towel, and his heart chin was cold. He raised his chin and his eyes moved: "I didn't remember what he said specifically, but I just thought of it suddenly."

"This silly girl."

Liu Xiaoli hugged her baby's daughter in her arms, touching her nose tip, and said lovingly: "Xixi, everything that mom does for you is willing."

"It's all for Xixi's good."

"Don't you blame Xixi for knowing it in the future?"

"How could that happen?" Liu Yifei plunged into Liu Xiaoli's arms and rubbed her, her voice tickled: "Mom is the best mother in the world."

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Women in the world have two sides.

One side is an angel and the other side is a devil.

Han Qiao did not expect that the cool and generous Jiang Wenli took off the white ceramics of the "good wife and good mother", and there were also living women inside, flesh and blood.

Last night's events were too ridiculous.

Even with his shameless shame, he couldn't help but feel uneasy and almost didn't sleep all night, and the sound of washing up came from the yard.

Put on my clothes and open the door.

The yard is deserted and clear, it is still early and the sky is lonely.

Jiang Wenli wrapped her old-fashioned cotton jacket, tied her hair into a braid, tied it with a gray headband, her makeup was light and rustic. She rolled up her sleeves and rubbed her clothes.

"Sister." Han Qiao gritted his teeth.

"woke up?"

It seemed like last night was just a dream.

Jiang Wenli put down her clothes, shook the water, Bai Rou wiped her hands on her apron, and smiled: "Your Brother Gu drank too much last night, I guess she didn't know when she would wake up."

Han Qiao understood in his heart: "I won't disturb you, sister, I'll talk about Peacock's script next time."

"Okay." Jiang Wenli was so proud and grand. She watched Han Qiao walk out the door, thought for a while, and shouted: "Han Qiao."

"sister?"

"It's okay." Jiang Wenli smiled: "You are usually busy, don't forget that I am your sister."

"Sister" bite very hard.

"Okay." Han Qiao waved his hand: "Goodbye sister."

"goodbye."

When he walked to the door and looked back, Jiang Wenli was about to go to the second bedroom to clean up the bedding. When he went up the steps, his legs seemed to hurt again, and his waist sank. After limping, his body was straight, as if he had paused.

Han Qiao felt guilty and hurried away with a hurried look on his face.

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"Why……"

Jiang Wenli's delicate eyebrows frowned and her face looked painful. She adapted for a while, pushed open the door and looked at the tidy bed in the second bedroom.

Thinking of Han Qiao.

The eyes couldn't help but show complex emotions, both guilt, regret, anger, uneasy, and hesitation...

It is hard to imagine that so many emotions will appear on one person's face at the same time.

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.

It seemed to be slapped.

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This breaks the entertainment industry.

I don't want to break through for a day.

Han Qiao didn't expect that he also worked as a psychiatrist part-time. If Yao Beina was so kind, it would be fine to comfort her.

Dao Lang.

A tall man of 1.8 meters tall, who is always in northern Xinjiang. The wind is like a knife, his beard is unshaven, and his long legs are thick and can run a horse. He slapped his hand and watermelons are broken into pieces. Such a rough man.

You also need to be mentally cleared.

Daolang lives in the collective dormitory of the Starry Sky in Times. He has no requirements and low consumption. He plays a broken guitar all day long and makes his throat break...

certainly……

Now the sound breaks is a smoke.

A guitar breaking is music.

Entered the house.

Maybe I was in a low mood recently, the room was messy, the cigarette was soaked in the instant noodles bucket, and the soup was yellow.

It's still a white elephant.

A pungent smell hit the forehead.

There was no tissue on the ground, otherwise, Han Qiao suspected that Daolang had been "knitting" himself recently.

"What's going on?" Han Qiao picked up flowery shorts with both fingers, threw them aside, and sat half of her butt.

Daolang's eyes were loose and he was still a little unconscious. He paused suddenly and woke up.

"Late..."

"Brother Han, why don't you tell me?"

"Why didn't my wife come?"

"She is taking care of the children in northern Xinjiang."

Daolang is not from the Northern Xinjiang, but his wife is. For the sake of love, she gave up her dream and went to the Northern Xinjiang. The two have a lovely daughter.

"Brother Han, what are you drinking?"

"What's there?"

"Qingdao and China Resources Snowflakes."

“Aren’t that all beer?”

"The taste of Qingdao is lighter." Daolang sat in the stool, threw a cigarette to Han Qiao, and "clicked" and the beer was smoking.

One hand of beer and the other hand of smoke.

After sipping two mouthfuls, Han Qiao talked about the serious matter: "Xiaodao, I admire you very much. Your first snowfall in 2002 didn't come out at that time. I signed it without saying a word."

"Ask yourself, have you made more money in the past two years when you met me?"

"Now you can't resist the little Yang Kun and Wang Feng." Han Qiao put down the beer: "You are not looking down on yourself, you are looking down on me."

Daolang pinched the beer with his hands, snatched the cigarette, and sighed: "Brother Han, you know me, I don't want to be famous at all, just have enough money."

"For a while, I've really had enough."

"I don't care about the others." Daolang said sadly: "They are too noisy and disturb me to make music."

Han Qiao extinguished the cigarette: "Since that's the case, it's better to go back to the northern border for a while and spend some time with his wife and children."

"but."

"One day, we will come back."

"This day will not last too long."

The dispute between Daolang and the traditional music scene is all about interests.

Daolang's album is so good, some people are jealous and some are jealous, so the song that slanders Daolang is the "farmer" music.

It is very easy for Han Qiao to clear Daolang's name. Just find a relationship and push it to the Spring Festival Gala.

Not only that.

Zhang Yimou's "Ten Faces" movie meeting was also arranged.

There are many major cultural performances, and see who dares to say that Daolang is "rustic".

Han Qiao's ability to draw cakes is still good.

Daolang was so excited that he listened to it. The Spring Festival Gala is the stage where many singers dreamed of throughout their lives.

Not to mention the old trick.

"Brother Han, I feel much more comfortable when you say that."

"I won't go back?" Han Qiao was very interested and he stepped back.

"I won't go back." Daolang lit a cigarette again: "My wife and children came to Yanjing."

"Buy a house early."

Daolang's worries were so worried that he would quit the music scene. It was a drizzle for Han Qiao, and he would fly to Inner Mongolia in the afternoon.

No more stays.

After drinking a few cans of beer, it was almost done, so I got up and said goodbye.

When Daolang heard this, he also wanted to go to Inner Mongolia to collect folk songs.

Without saying a word, packed up a few clothes and headed straight to the airport.

In the evening.

The plane landed on Chifeng.

Chifeng is a prefecture-level city in NMG. There is a red mountain in the city, which is said to be the capital of the Liao Kingdom.

Falling on the ground in Chifeng.

Daolang wanted to rent a car from here and drive to Baotou, and the two of them separated.

There was a car outside the airport and the boat was exhausted. At around 9 pm, we arrived at the Ulan Butong Grassland.

Ulan Bouchon is the filming location of "The Kangxi Dynasty".

This training camp for "Ten Faces" is in the film and television base.

The residence environment must be very average.

Han Qiao was very tired. When he arrived at the hotel entrance, the staff took over the burden: "Brother Han, the crew is currently arranging to practice martial arts in the morning and ride horses in the afternoon, for a month."

"Who is here now?"

"Sister Zhang and Teacher Song have arrived." The staff carried their bags: "Liu Defa has not come yet."

"good."

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.

Song Dandan and Zhang Ziyi were walking out together. When they saw Han Qiao, Zhang Ziyi smiled and said, "Han Qiao, I have been waiting for you for several days, and I thought you didn't dare to come."

"I'm so hoping that I'll lose?"

Han Qiao smiled: "Teacher Song."

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