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Chapter 390 Plant a seed in autumn

Author: Baishang Prawn Rice

Chapter 390 Plant a seed in autumn

In Hengdian in September, the weather is stuffy and the sunset is half set, reflecting the sunset like fire.

Han Qiao was carrying a large plastic bag of dishes, his face was subtle and he felt quite emotional.

The encounters in life are so wonderful.

No matter how he thought he would carry the vegetables, go to the house where he and Liu Mei lived, and cook for Liu Mei's aunt Liu Xiaoli.

You also have to sleep on Liu Mei's bed and complete part of the plan.

Han Gou despises himself in his heart, a beast!

Then.

Knocking on the door, he was fucking, and called: "Sister, open the door, I know you're inside."

He was not afraid of others hearing this. He was rich and willful, and now this building belongs to him.

After a moment, the door opened, Liu Xiaoli's hair was wet, her hands were facing back, and the towel wrapped around her hair. In this position, her neck was slender, her collarbone was clear, her brows were frowning, and her eyes were doubtful: "Han Qiao, why did she come so late?"

"It's too late to finish the show." Han Qiao raised his hands to signal the dishes, and naturally said, "Sister, you will finish the film in a few days. I'm very busy these days, so I probably don't have time to prepare for the finishing banquet for me."

Han Qiao looked grateful and said sincerely: "Sister, you have helped me a lot this time. If you don't have Chu Wu as professional as me, this movie would be difficult."

He paused and smiled, "Sister has helped me so much, so of course I have to reward me."

"I haven't played in the show yet, so why did I say the final banquet?"

Liu Xiaoli pressed her hands on the door, her eyes alert.

She was afraid that Han Qiao would be in trouble. She originally lived with Li Bingbing in this house.

but.

Li Bingbing has not come back today, but Han Qiao has come. This bad embryo must have no good intentions.

I was afraid that Han Qiao would be in trouble, and his face was cold, and his attitude was on duty: "Han Qiao, let's talk about the dance tomorrow."

"I'm so late today, I'm a little tired."

One of them was outside the door and the other was inside the door.

Clearly divided.

Liu Xiaoli won’t give in to any inch of land.

At the entrance of the corridor, Li Bingbing came up with a plastic bag: "Director Han, Teacher Liu..."

"Sister Bingbing." Han Qiao asked, "Why has it been so long?"

"I bought some fruit."

Li Bingbing and Han Qiao came back together. She looked inside the house with her eyes and asked curiously: "Director Han, why are you standing at the door?"

"Bingbing..." Liu Xiaoli interrupted, and her eyes signaled to Han Qiao: "Xiaoqiao just came, come in quickly."

Han Qiao shrugged.

The two-bedroom apartment is still the same. When Han Qiao enters the door, he changes into slippers, and Li Bingbing lives in his bedroom.

She has a generous personality and comes out holding her clothes. Han Qiao is busy in the kitchen.

The handsome young man, with a tall figure and outstanding temperament, was wearing a fancy apron, and the family man joked: "I guess fans would never have imagined that Han Qiao would have such a side."

"Just say it's handsome or not." Han Qiao's kitchen knife was playing with the knife flower, and Deng Deng, and the potatoes were sliced ​​thinly on the cutting board, and he said stinky fart: "Sister Bingbing, marry a Sichuan and Chongqing man and be a perfect woman."

Li Bingbing was not willing to be outdone and joked: "I dare to marry, do you dare to marry?"

"I dare not." Han Qiao played the kitchen knife well, cut the green pepper into shreds, shrugged her shoulders, glanced at her eyes, and sighed: "Sister Bingbing, you are too bored."

Li Bingbing followed Han Qiao's sight and looked down, preparing to wash. The white cotton vest was loose, she smiled and spoke boldly: "I can't get hungry, how much money can I save for milk powder."

Who is Hanqiao?

Li Bingbing knew very well. He was just a verbal thing. If he really wanted to attack, he would be timid.

"Bingbing, I'm ready."

The two-bedroom apartment is very small.

The living room and the bathroom were just the same door. The two of them chatted and the bathroom listened clearly.

Dog man and woman.

Liu Xiaoli felt a little uncomfortable, her face remained calm, her red lips chuckled, and she said apologetically: "Bingbing, it's a little long, so it won't delay you."

"Sister Liu, you are so polite." Liu Xiaoli is Sister Han Qiao. In the crew, Han Qiao respects her very much.

Li Bingbing was very polite and asked casually: "Sister Liu, the weather is so hot now, why are you still wearing so much?"

"Uh..." Liu Xiaoli's body stiffened, and she didn't dare to be careless. The old-fashioned white shirt and black trousers were almost wrapped in a cotton jacket.

Li Bingbing said nothing, and she felt guilty and sweated coldly, afraid that Li Bingbing would discover her relationship with Han Qiao, so she calmly said: "I don't forget to change my clothes. After hearing what you said, it's really a bit hot. I'll change my clothes first."

Li Bingbing had no doubts.

Liu Xiaoli felt relieved, ignored Han Qiao, closed the door and searched for clothes.

After searching for a long time, I chose a floral dress.

He untied his clothes, his shirt fell back, and in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, his figure was graceful, his lower abdomen was flat, without a trace of wrinkles.

He held a floral dress in both hands. The dress was light and transparent. He was about to put it on, but his body suddenly paused.

This dress is so convenient.

convenient?

Liu Xiaoli sat on the bed, her thoughts broke out, and her thoughts emerged like beasts in the wilderness, uncontrollably.

Sweat all over.

The sunset outside the window was setting, and it hit her smooth back, with a faint golden layer.

……………………

"Sister, are you out for dinner?"

Han Qiao looked at the table full of dishes and felt very accomplished. He greeted Li Bingbing to sit down and ring the bedroom: "By the way, the dance."

There is no sound in the bedroom.

Han Qiao was about to continue shouting, and the door opened. Liu Xiaoli's face turned cold, her eyebrows were frowning, and she was very angry: "I didn't hear it, I heard it."

Han Qiao's eyes lit up.

Liu Xiaoli was in a floral dress. She was tall, with two thin straps on the dress, hooked her arms, a flat neckline, and bulging. The dress was on the knees, and the slender calves were like white lotus roots.

The pretty face is cold.

Seeing that Han Qiao looked in a bad manner, his eyes widened and he whispered: "Be honest with me."

Depend on.

Han Qiao is so happy that I have nothing to do, I’m honest.

Lightly: "It's time to eat."

Turn around and ignore Liu Xiaoli.

He saw that, no matter how old a woman is, she will never admit defeat.

If you don't admit defeat, it's easy to do.

The three of them sat down, Li Bingbing held the shredded pork with chopsticks, tasted it, and said with satisfaction: "Brother Han, your skills are really good."

Li Bingbing is not flattering, it is really good, the shredded meat is very tender.

"Sister Bingbing likes to eat green pepper shredded pork?" Han Qiao grabbed Mapo tofu with chopsticks, ignored Liu Xiaoli and licked Li Bingbing excitedly: "Sister Bingbing, Mapo tofu is also good. Our hometown says that girls eat more Mapo tofu, which is good for their skin."

“Try this…”

"It's true or false, and it has this effect."

"What a pity." Han Qiao pretended to be regretful: "Sister Bingbing's skin is too good, and the effect of Mapo tofu cannot be immediately effective."

"Liu Xiaoli, do you try it?" Han Qiao naturally scrambled Mapo tofu and said calmly: "Try it."

The atmosphere of the dinner was staggering.

Li Bingbing's eyes were puzzled.

Han Qiao and Liu Xiaoli have a bad relationship, what's wrong?

"No need." Liu Xiaoli's face was as usual, her legs trembled. Han Qiao deliberately humiliated her and wanted her to be embarrassed.

"Oh." Han Qiao shrugged, holding the boiled meat slices and said gently: "Sister Bingbing, try this, boiled meat slices can also beautify it."

"Okay." Li Bingbing was confused. The meat slices were covered with hot red oil. After tasting them, he shouted: "It's too spicy, too spicy..."

"Is it very spicy?" Han Qiao said with concern: "Sister Bingbing, do you want to drink some wine to relieve the spicy food."

"Okay." Li Bingbing slapped his hands, sweating on his face, and said, "It would be a pity if he had no alcohol."

There is a small shop downstairs. Han Qiao ordered a few boxes of bottles of wine and two bottles of white wine.

Liu Xiaoli frowned and felt uncomfortable.

She even wanted to get up and leave, but she felt stubborn.

After a while.

After the wine comes.

Han Qiao and Li Bingbing were hot, and they blew beer at the bottle. Seeing that they were ashamed, they drank the bottle of wine, put down their chopsticks, their faces were cold, and they said coldly: "Han Qiao, what do you think of dancing?"

"Liu Xiaoli, let's talk about the dance tomorrow." Han Qiao was light and the woman could not be used to it. Her eyes glanced at her, and Liu Xiaoli's face looked ugly.

It's right to look ugly.

Liu Xiaoli's chest was undulating, and Han Qiao called her by her name, not respecting her at all.

The drunkenness is overwhelming.

Han Qiao and Li Bingbing were a little angry.

His eyes were hot: "Sister Bingbing, come and try this. This is a hot waist flower that nourishes the kidneys."

"Brother Han is so lucky to be filmed, so I need to make up for it." Li Bingbing held the waist flower with his chopsticks, his eyes were blurred. She was a little drunk, with red lips chuckled, and smiled like a flower: "Otherwise it wouldn't be useful."

Han Qiao is handsome and has resources. Who is not sleeping?

"Dog man and woman." Liu Xiaoli frowned.

Han Qiao bit off the flower on his waist in one bite.

A good meal turned into a flower wine, but it is normal for the entertainment industry.

Han Gou adapted quickly, opened a bottle of wine, and naturally said to Liu Xiaoli, "Liu Xiaoli, are you coming?"

He glanced at Liu Xiaoli's face with an ugly look, Han Qiao smiled at the corner of his mouth, and deliberately said, "You are not afraid, are you?"

"What am I afraid of?" Liu Xiaoli was angry. Han Qiao deliberately humiliated her, calling her name, embarrassing her in front of Li Bingbing, and said coldly: "When I was drinking, don't you know where you were?"

Break the defense.

Han Qiao smiled secretly in her heart.

Liu Xiaoli has lived a carefree life for so many years and has a strong self-esteem.

In the past, Han Qiao respected her very much, and even compromised her.

After a bottle of wine was finished, Liu Xiaoli's face turned red, with mature charm in her coldness, and she said coldly: "Are you going to come?"

Han Qiao ignored him, glanced at him and shouted: "Sister Bingbing, Sister Bingbing?"

Li Bingbing was drunk and had his eyes slid on the table.

She and Han Qiao drank very quickly. In such a short time, the two of them had 6 bottles of beer and 2 taels of white wine.

"Not coming?" Liu Xiaoli stood up and said coldly: "I won't delay you."

"Sister, are you angry?"

Han Qiao smiled with a smile on his lips, stood up, pressed straight over, hit Liu Xiaoli's wall and blew on the wall, and breathed out: "Sister, you're jealous."

"Han Qiao, what are you doing?" Liu Xiaoli's face changed drastically. Li Bingbing was still there, pushing Han Qiao desperately with both hands, and roared: "You are crazy, you are shameless, I am shameless, if..."

"Sister, if you say a little louder, she will really hear it."

Han Qiao was fearless, Li Bingbing was drunk, but he just didn't get drunk, so what?

Thinking of the next plan, Han Qiao was so excited that he smiled wickedly: "Sister, admit it, you are just jealous."

"otherwise."

"Sister can't wear this dress, right?"

The floral dress had a belt. Han Qiao lowered her head and pulled the belt. Under the light, the white belt slowly loosened. Through the dress, Han Qiao could even detect Liu Xiaoli's stiff body.

Liu Xiaoli stared at Han Qiao.

"Sister, if you don't speak, you'll agree."

The quick knife cuts the mess, and this opportunity is hard to find. Han Qiao made her feel uneasy.

Li Bingbing is here again.

Han Qiao picked up Liu Xiaoli's chin with her finger: "Sister, now you say, are we here or go to the bedroom?"

Liu Xiaoli held the skirt with both hands, bit her lips tightly, turned her head away, and kept silent.

She accepted her fate.

Han Qiao shrugged, hugged Liu Xiaoli with her waist and bit her ears: "Wife, I want to reward you well."

The living room is quiet.

Han Qiao and Liu Xiaoli disappeared into the bedroom and closed the bedroom door.

Li Bingbing woke up with disbelief.

Hell.

Han Qiao and Liu Xiaoli got into trouble, and she patted her face. It hurts very much, not dreaming.

His face changed, his heart was itchy, and hesitant. After a moment, he walked to the door of the bedroom with slight hands and feet.

night.

The living room was quiet, and she struggled, and finally, her head was close to the bedroom door.

The house was originally decorated and rented by the landlord, with average materials and poor sound insulation of the door.

Inside the bedroom.

The man and the woman were laughing, and the woman's voice was intermittent: "Dad...Dad..."

Li Bingbing almost fell to the ground, his red lips stretched out and almost stuffed an egg.

Listen and listen.

Li Bingbing's face was flushed, his wine was rising, and his mind was already muddy.

Dry mouth and tongue.

His legs were together, and the ants were crawling, afraid that Han Qiao would find out, and his red lips bit his arm.

The windows are windy.

Li Bingbing's legs trembled, his butt sprained, and he couldn't sit on the ground, his eyes were confused, and his red lips bit his fingers desperately.

In the bedroom.

The sound was shattered, and in a short while, the door was shaken, and Li Bingbing was as if he was electrocuted. He had to use his hands and feet and crawled towards the bedroom.

If Han Qiao finds out, it will be done.

Her arm hit the corner of the wall, and she frowned in pain, and she didn't dare to make a sound, and bit her arm desperately.

I was delayed for a while and was about to enter the bedroom, but I turned around and the door was not open.

Just under one meter, she struggled and sat down. She had been stalemate for a few minutes. She crawled over with her hands and supported the door with both hands. She lay on the door with her ears tightly, listening to the movement.

The door trembled.

The living room was silent, and the cool breeze blew, and Li Bingbing's eyes were blurred.

It's deadly.

……………………

The next day.

Han Qiao was holding a plastic bag and knocking on the door in a pretended manner. In a few minutes, Liu Xiaoli opened the door. Early in the morning, she was very neat, with her hair tied in a dignified bun, black wide-leg pants, and a white shirt. When she saw Han Qiao, she was panicked: "What are you doing?"

"Sister, good morning."

Han Qiao was full of energy, glanced at Liu Xiaoli's belly and smiled: "Sister, I'll give you breakfast. Your belly is so small, you need to eat more breakfast and fill it with it."

"Nonsense." Liu Xiaoli frowned, her eyes flustered, glanced at Li Bingbing's bedroom, and roared: "Do you have to force me to death?"

"Sister, what are you saying?" Han Qiao shrugged and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Sister forced me to death."

"..." Liu Xiaoli sighed in her heart, not wanting to pay attention to Han Bridge, and walked towards the bedroom.

Han Qiao followed closely behind.

"What are you doing?" Liu Xiaoli whispered: "You are shameless in broad daylight."

"Sister, why are you so conservative?" Han Qiao complained and signaled for breakfast: "I won't send you breakfast, where do you want to go."

The two were talking.

The bedroom door was open, Li Bingbing shook his head, his pajamas were messy, his face was pale, his dark circles were so thick that he was so scary that he shouted softly: "It's so early."

"Sister Bingbing, you won't die at my house."

Liu Xiaoli looked ugly and closed the door straight.

"You have the nerve to say it." Li Bingbing looked at the bedroom and said speechlessly: "Even if I die, you did it."

"Who wants you to eavesdrop on me?" Han Qiao was speechless: "Good good nights and don't sleep."

"You're so embarrassed?" Li Bingbing was so annoyed that he stared at him: "I really admire you."

"But we are also people on the same boat."

"Be kind to me in the future, do you hear that?"

"How good." Han Qiao peeled off the egg shell: "Is this considered good?"

"Perhaps it."

Li Bingbing stretched out his hand and wanted to pick up the eggs. Han Qiao avoided it and fed Li Bingbing red lips, and smiled and said, "I mean that."

Li Bingbing's body became weak, his eyes looked at Han Qiao, swallowed the egg with his red lips, and licked his upper lip with his tongue.

It's deadly.

……………………

Han Qiao to the set.

It was noon, and he appeared with Li Bingbing, and the crew was not surprised.

Today's mission is night play.

Daytime is rest.

Ning Hao just finished shooting the blank shot, which is the repair of the movie, such as: the sky, forest, city..."

"Brother Han..."

Ning Hao envies Han Qiao very much. Compared to him as a director, he is so tired. Han Qiao is so relaxed to be a director.

"Lao Ning." Han Qiao signaled: "I happened to look for you, I want to talk to you for the evening show."

(End of this chapter)