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Chapter 423 Chapter 3 Guoli, I will take care of my nephew

Author: Baishang Prawn Rice

Chapter 423 Chapter 3 Guoli, I will take care of my nephew

As we all know, Chinese people say that raising children to prevent old age, but Zhang Mo disagrees. After being a son for 22 years, how can he not know what a son is?

He was careless and slumped on the sofa. After all, I was not afraid to act rashly. His throat was dull and he became addicted to smoking. He slammed his legs and said without hesitation: "Lao Zhang, what a big deal, wouldn't he beat a woman. At worst, I won't be able to do this."

He glanced at Zhang Guoli, paced uneasy, curled his lips, arrogant and domineering: "Stupid bitch, the cuckold has taken me on my head, I..."

"Shut up."

In the living room, Zhang Guoli interrupted his anger and pointed his fingers, trembling with anger.

Fuck.

If I had known this was the case, I should have shot on the wall at the beginning, and I was so angry that I was so angry that I scolded: "Beast, if you urinate, do you still have the same students now?"

"Smoking, drinking, dancing, and not returning home at night." Zhang Guoli scolded: "This time, you dare to hit people in public. Such a beautiful girl, at the same age as a flower, let's see what you have beaten them?"

"You're breaking the law, do you know?"

"Illegal law, I can live for half a month, and my ears are just clean."

"Beast, you are lawless!"

"Beast, if I were a beast." Zhang Mo's face turned pale and his mouth curled with a smile: "You are an old beast."

"how?"

"Now you pretend to be a good father, what did you do?" Zhang Mo looked despised: "You are allowed to abandon your family and not let me hit anyone?"

"It's all beasts, what are you doing?"

"You...you..."

Tension.

The father and son did not have an overnight revenge, Zhang Guoli was cold and his chest was up and down, and he was going to be angry tonight.

It's almost time to fight.

In the corner, the woman with a pretty figure in pink pajamas and a soft-shaped woman advised her: "Guoli, forget it, don't be angry, he is only 22 years old this year."

"He's just a child!"

Deng Jiesu stroked his husband with his hand and tentatively said, "Demon, apologize to your father quickly. Your father is old and he cares about you."

Deng Jie and Zhang Guoli are second marriages, and Zhang Mo is the son of Zhang Guoli's ex-wife.

The couple is ashamed of their children. They have been married for so many years and have not had children.

Deng Jie's good wife and mother are helpless, but the stepmother is hard to do.

especially.

Deng Jie was afraid that he would be severe, so he angered the demon king of the world and said: "Demon, don't be willful, you still have to learn. Don't worry, even if your mother loses her life, she will help you settle it."

"Who are you?" Zhang Mo leaned back, his legs spread apart, his elbows were stuck, and his eyes looked at him: "It's you, you are not an actor, don't say, the acting is very good, I'll reward you."

Said.

He picked an apple, threw it away, and smiled with a smile: "Pick it up, I'll give it to you."

"Beast, beast..." Zhang Guoli shouted in his throat: "Your father, I am also an actor."

He is strong all his life, so why did he give birth to such a beast?

I can't control it.

Zhang Guoli was in good health, but at this time, he was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Deng Jie looked ugly and could not hide his loss. He hugged his husband with both hands: "Forget it, forget it, he is still young, let's teach it well, this child is not bad by nature."

At this time.

The phone rang, Zhang Guoli glanced at the phone, took a deep breath, glared, and smiled and said, "Brother Han, why did you have time to call my brother?"

"Brother Zhang." Han Qiao smiled and said, "Isn't this? Zeng Li found me and said that Brother Zhang and the nursery raunch had some misunderstandings. Please let me talk to each other."

"It's better to choose a day than to meet the day. Brother Zhang is free, so it's better to take him out to meet him."

Zeng Li looked for Han Qiao and came out to uphold justice.

Zhang Guoli was silent for a moment, and he knew Han Qiao's methods clearly.

Zhang Mo bumped into his hand and would even shed his skin even if he didn't die.

"Brother Zhang, what are you thinking?" Han Qiao said casually: "Brother Zhang, you are my brother, and Brother Zhang is my eldest nephew. Can I bully my eldest nephew?"

"Brother Han, I'm joking." Zhang Guoli felt relaxed and said with a smile: "Then I will bring this unfilial son, meet my uncle, and recognize the door."

Hang up the phone.

Deng Jie looked puzzled, and the voice on the phone was very young: "Guoli, who is it?"

"Hanqiao."

"He." Deng Jie was panicked and burst out: "What did he ask the demon to do?"

Who is Hanqiao?

Who doesn’t know that when he is in the Beijing circle, he looks worried that Zhang Mo is the devil king of the world.

Han Qiao is the Monkey King.

A stick, knocking Lingxiao, is one of the best in the industry.

Stand Zhang Mo to death.

Just like strangling the chick to death, Deng Jie was in a hurry and shouted: "Guoli, no, we still have to go to Jiang Wen and ask him to come forward to talk to him."

"Who said I won't go?"

Zhang Mo was stubborn, and Deng Jie was not grateful for his good intentions, and he said rebelliously: "Han Qiao is right, you are afraid of him, I am not afraid of him."

"He sees me?" Zhang Mo arrogantly: "Nonsense, I see him."

……………………

"that's all?"

"that's all!"

In Chaoyang District, a private restaurant, a private room, a mobile phone was placed on it, Han Qiao shrugged: "If this is not the case, what else can you do?"

Nothing big.

It would be great if Mr. Han could take care of it.

Zeng Li put his hands on her knees. In winter, her top was a tight white wool sweater and light blue jeans.

They are all big stars.

But there is a kind of bookish spirit with quiet years. In the eyes, there is a clear stupidity. He stroked the broken hair of the ear wall and warned: "Han Qiao, both of them are students. You are a despicable person in society. Don't ruin them."

"Big Lizi." Han Qiao looked straight and looked at him, "You are sick."

"Who is sick!"

Han Qiao's eyes were hot, and Zeng Li said, "Don't talk nonsense, I can complain to Xiaolan."

"Your eyes are sick." Han Qiao's voice was confident: "If you are not sick, you can't say such nonsense."

"Don't swear." Zeng Li muttered: "It's flowing."

Han Qiao shrugged.

This is an occupational disease, and teachers are like this.

The two of them were talking, and at this moment, a cautious knock on the door came from outside the door.

"Teacher Zeng, Han...Mr. Han..." The girl spoke restrainedly: "I am a nursery rhyme, can I come in?"

"Enter." Zeng Li stood up with a warning sign with his eyes: "Don't talk nonsense, it scares the little girl."

She and Han Qiao are old friends, and Qin Lan is also a good friend, and she is close to each other.

Get along casually.

"Teacher Zeng."

Push the door open.

Door.

Girls have pure temperament, white shoes, jeans, winter, and white down jacket.

Delicate nose bridge.

There was still snow on his head, his body was covered in plain colors, his hands were restrained and bowed ninety degrees.

After lasting for several seconds, he straightened his waist and said in a weak voice: "Hello, Mr. Han."

"Hello." Han Qiao looked at her eyes.

Zhang Mo's move was too dark, blue and purple, and the wound was covered with red oil.

It looked like a pig's blood smearing on his face. It was pretty good. He couldn't stand his eyes and said with a smile: "Children's rhyme, don't be restrained. I am about the same age as you. If you don't mind, just call me Brother Han."

The nursery rhyme immediately called: "Brother Han."

Han Qiao is a legend!

In Beijing Film Academy, there is his textbook. The professor often says: "We must study with Han Qiao, work hard, persist, study hard, and strive. In this way, life will not be considered waste!"

at this time.

Mr. Han, who is hardworking, hardworking, hardworking, and struggling, has clear and bright eyes and a kind look.

The nursery rhyme heart falls quietly.

She was really afraid that Han Qiao was an unreasonable person.

"What's your name for Brother Han?"

Han Qiao is willing, nursery rhyme is willing, Zeng Li refuses: "Xiao Yao, call him Teacher Han, Dazhe is the teacher."

"He is the most unfair person." Zeng Li sat down with her arms around Tong Yao and smiled: "But he is very righteous. If you have any grievances, tell him."

The two of them looked at each other.

Children's arms were clasped, their eyes were slightly red, and they said weakly: "No...no grievances, he..."

"Zhang Mo is very good. This time, he misunderstood me." The nursery rooked: "Mr. Han, I don't blame him, I... I just want to study hard and not fall in love."

"A wise man will not fall in love with him, build a beautiful China."

Han Qiao said casually.

This matter.

It is difficult to explain right and wrong. After all, Zhang Mo and Huang Ritian, a professor at the Central Academy of Drama, both have problems.

Nursery rhymes are the victims.

but.

She is not innocent, Lin Haixueyuan and Huang Ritian introduce the nursery rhymes to film.

In the freshman year of the Central Academy of Drama, students cannot film.

Huang Ritian not only gave the green light to nursery rhymes, but also introduced her resources during filming.

Visit her specifically.

They are all adults, who doesn’t know!

but.

Zhang Mo was wearing a cuckold and did not dare to beat Huang Ritian, but he just beaten nursery roma.

The weak draws the sword, and the weaker ones under the sword.

The strong draw his sword, and the blade is always the strong.

The nursery rhyme has a pure temperament, outstanding appearance, and a bright future. After this incident, Zhang Mo had nothing to do.

The nursery rhyme is hidden in tears.

After more than ten years of failure, Han Qiao thought about it and pointed to the teacup: "School of children, pour me water."

"Mr. Han." Meng Yao looked at Zeng Li in confusion with confusion.

Zeng Li's eyes were encouraged.

She held the teapot in both hands, poured a cup of tea, and held it to Han Qiao in both hands: "Mr. Han, please use tea."

"Yeah." Han Qiao took a sip and put the teacup on it: "Children's Rabbit, I drank your tea, and we're in the employment relationship."

Pointing at the tea cup.

“This tea is reward.”

Paused.

Han Qiao smiled and said, "I will help you stand up for this matter. You don't have to thank me for going out."

"Mr. Han?" Meng Yao's eyes widened. Han Qiao was so nice, because she was afraid that she would be burdened.

Bullshit.

Han Qiao glanced at him with a slanted look.

Zeng Li is in a good mood, it’s worth it, and she has to hold on to the image of a gentleman.

The beauty Zeng is very fond of this move.

"Xiao Yao, sit down." Zeng Li was very satisfied. A big shot like Han Qiao, the little girl went on one after another.

A cup of tea.

avoid arousing suspicion.

Tea poured over: "Xiao Yue, it's very cold outsiders, drink a cup of tea to warm your body."

"Don't worry about homework. Take good care of your illness. If you owe it, I'll help you make up for it if you have time."

"Teacher Zeng." Meng Yao said in a touching manner: "Thank you."

Two women were talking.

Han Qiao is bored.

This is simple.

Huang Ritian, the evidence is conclusive, and he stepped on a sewing machine in the iron prison.

Zhang Mo.

When will the revenge be repaid? It was so badly beaten, and I slapped it with my eyes.

A slap is too light.

Two slaps!

……………………

Waited for half an hour.

Zhang Guoli and Zhang Mo hurried over. At the door, Zhang Guoli was tidying up his clothes and rectifying his clothes.

Zhang Mo was so stingy, like a gangster, and said, "Old Zhang, there is no need. Han Qiao said after all, but he is young, are you so afraid of him?"

"It's not that I'm afraid." Zhang Guoli felt sorry for his son, and he kept his collar in his heart: "Zhang Mo, I can find a way to solve other things and ask someone to settle them for you."

"Han Qiao, this is not possible."

"Old Zhang." Zhang Mo said that after all, he was not stupid, he was arrogant and domineering.

That's because I know someone is supporting me.

Zhang Guoli has connections. At this time, his face was serious and said, "After entering, look good, listen carefully, talk less, be more respectful, it will only benefit you, not harm you."

"It's boring." Zhang Mo shrugged, not caring, but he was careful in his heart.

Push the door open.

Look at it.

Teacher Zeng, that woman, the young man, sat upright.

This posture.

Zhang Mo felt nervous. He had no ability. He held on to death.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Zhang!"

Han Qiao stood up and said enthusiastically: "Brother Zhang, the last time I parted, my style was as old as before."

"I'm old, old." Zhang Guoli smiled and said, "No more than Brother Han. This time the movie is a big hit, and heroes are young."

"My son." Zhang Guoli pushed Zhang Mo'er: "If I had one percent of Brother Han, I could retire with peace of mind and enjoy a happy life."

Said.

Kicked: "Baby, why are you doing it in a stand-up manner? You are not making trouble, but you admire Uncle Han the most. Now that you see the true Buddha, you dare not say anything?"

Zhang Mo looked good and said seriously: "Han...Uncle Han...Hello, my name is Zhang Mo."

Zhang Guoli has a very low attitude.

This time, Han Qiao recognized his son: "Brother Zhang, you and I are about the same age, so I just call you uncle, Brother Han."

"I admire Brother Zhang the most." Han Qiao smiled with a smile on his lips: "Brother Zhang has a tiger father, so he must be good."

Knock.

Zhang Guoli felt cold. Han Qiao was attacked and his face remained unchanged, so he was about to speak.

Look at his son with his eyes.

The little brat, at this time, he was squinting, and he was completely arrogant, thinking in his heart, without saying a word.

Zhang Mo felt uncomfortable. Damn, he lived for twenty years and saw the knife hidden in his smile.

He said politely: "Uncle Han, how dare I compete with my father."

"Brother Zhang, please sit down." Han Qiao said, "Brother Zhang, I admire Brother Zhang very much. From now on, he will follow me."

"Brother Han." Zhang Guoli looked surprised, and his butt was just next to him, like a spring, shouting: "Brother Han, this kid is so lucky to follow you."

These words are sincere.

Han Qiao has been very good at these years. In the movie, he has killed four major players and pointed at the peak of the great director.

TV series, invincible and produced TV series, are all popular TV series of the year.

Connections.

In the circle, it is deeply rooted, and the deputy director of the Mainland Actors Association speaks with all his words.

Zhang Mo followed him.

A little bit leaks in the crack of your fingers, and you will have no worries in your life.

"What are you doing while standing?" Zhang Guoli looked serious: "Why don't you thank Uncle Han quickly."

"Uncle Han." Zhang Mo was not stupid. The reason why nursery raffles did this was because they wanted a movie and took a ride on Han Bridge. They were afraid that they would not have any resources. They bowed their heads and said respectfully: "Uncle Han, thank you."

The nursery rhyme's eyes widened, unable to hide its loss.

Han Qiao said that she would be fair, but this is the case, with her hands clasped her nails.

Warm your fingers.

Look up.

Zeng Li smiled and said, "Don't worry."

First rituals and then troops.

I gave the dates, and the next one was the stick.

"You're welcome." Han Qiao smiled with a smile on his lips: "But."

In the private room.

The atmosphere was paused.

Zhang Guoli felt sad. After thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

Demon Zhang suddenly raised his eyes and looked at each other. Han Qiao said unfortunately: "Brother Han, I have always been a law-abiding person and I am not innocent. I dare not ask for it or accept it."

"Uncle Han." Zhang Mo said anxiously, and he defended: "I have difficulties."

"This bitch." He pointed at the nursery rhyme, his face paused, and changed his words: "She..."

"Brother Zhang." Han Qiao waved his hand: "It's hard to tell the grudges. In this way, if you beat her and she will slap you twice, and this will be over."

"What do you think?"

"Han..." Zhang Mo was unwilling to give up. What is a nursery rhyme and what qualifications are to slap him in the face.

"Brother Han, this is a good suggestion." Zhang Guoli interrupted, slapping two times, it was worth it.

otherwise.

The prison rice was settled, and he apologized: "Miss, this is wrong with my son, I'm sorry for you."

"If you are willing," Zhang Guoli said kindly: "I will compensate you well if you are my goddaughter in the future."

Repay for your kindness.

Zhang Guoli was afraid that Han Qiao would be in a dilemma.

"Mr. Zhang." Tong Yao felt disappointed, and slapping her twice in the face was too cheap.

At this time.

Excitement flashed in his eyes. Zhang Guoli's goddaughter, this relationship was beaten up.

A big profit.

She glanced at Zhang Mo and said weakly: "Mr. Zhang Mo... He was so excited, not intentional, I..."

"I forgive him."

Zhang Guoli smiled and shook his head: "Xiao Yao, you are a sensible child. If you are wrong, you are wrong. If you do something wrong, you should be punished."

"If you can't do it," Zhang Guoli would be polite: "I'll do it."

Said.

He stared at Zhang Mo, thinking of what this kid did, he swung his hand in a round way.

"Bang."

Zhang Mo was dizzy and had a slap in his hands, with stars appearing on his ears, flesh on his face, and bruises and swollen eyes.

Confused eyes.

"Bang."

Zhang Guoli slapped on the left and right, and did not fall down. He swung his hand and slapped him hard, making him slapped and scolded: "You must remember these two slaps to be humble in the future."

"Dad, I..." Zhang Mo said.

"Bang."

Another slap, Zhang Guoli slapped him back and said sadly: "This slap was for your mother. She treats you sincerely. How can you insult her!"

In the private room.

The echo of the slap is still there.

Zhang Guoli was so desperate that the nursery rash was stirred up, but he was not happy.

Han Qiao was enjoying it.

Not a loss.

Zhang Guoli finished slapping three times and swung his slap.

"Bang."

With a crisp sound, this time, he did not slap Zhang Mo, but slapped himself in the face and said sadly: "I am not raising my father's fault. I have not educated you well, I am wrong."

Said.

He swung his hand and slapped him again.

Zhang Mo quickly persuaded him, knelt on both knees and shouted, "Dad, I was wrong, I dare not."

He is a bastard.

but.

I am slapped myself in front of so many people, and judged morally and conscience.

He couldn't stand it.

"Brother Zhang, okay, okay." Han Qiao quickly advised: "It's almost done. Brother Zhang, remember to do things steadily and be humble in the future. Don't violate the law and discipline."

"otherwise."

Han Qiao threatened: "You can't keep going in this circle, remember, you can't keep going in this circle, and you can't keep going in other circles."

"Uncle Han..." Zhang Mo knelt on both knees: "I dare not."

"Brother Han." Zhang Guoli burst into tears. Brother Han, brother, tears: "I thank you."

"Brother Zhang, be polite." Han Qiao held the teacup and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Brother Zhang, you have accepted such a sensible and well-behaved goddaughter."

He was afraid that Zhang Guoli would not admit it.

Zhang Guoli smiled and said, "Xiao Yao, are you willing?"

"I do." Meng Yao nodded immediately.

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A meal.

The harmonious ends beautifully.

Zhang Guoli was drunk, and Tong Yao and Zhang Mo supported him left and right.

Under the street light.

The back is harmonious.

Han Qiaoling was drunk and staggered. Zeng Li had no choice but to support him with both hands.

This grandson.

Her head was drilled into Zeng Li's neck. Zeng Li had no boyfriend, her face turned red and her ears were red, her lips muttered: "I have a big temper and I don't have much alcohol."

She frowned and complained: "Han Qiao, why are you doing this with the mud?"

Processed.

It was not dealt with, and Zhang Mo did not pay the price, but instead gained something.

A few slaps.

The wounds on the nursery will not be eliminated at all, let alone the nursery will recognize the thief as his father.

She had a simple mind: "What are you asking?"

Lower your head.

He stepped on Han Qiao and was embarrassed and angry: "Where are you putting your hands!"

"Xiao Lan..." Han Qiao pretended to be drunk, squeezed, with a rich magnolia smell.

"What are you asking?" Zeng Li patted the black hand and muttered: "The clothes are dirty."

"Not quite good." Han Qiao was drunk and muttered: "Xiao Lan, you are too naive. Is justice really important?"

"In the world of adults, interests are the most important."

He neither offended Zhang Guoli nor helped Tong Yao exclaim.

She received compensation for her future acting career.

Everyone has benefits.

Under the street light.

Zeng Li Pan was straightened, her cheeks were like a full moon, her chin was pink and her lips were moist.

suddenly.

Han Qiao stretched out his hand, picked Zeng Li's chin with his fingers, and looked straight at him.

thump.

Zeng Li's heartbeats like a drum. In the past few years, she has rejected many people, but she can't explain it clearly and cannot explain it clearly.

This moment.

She was in a state of confusion, and her hands were resting on Han Qiao's chest. For a moment, she bit her red lips lightly and bluffed: "Han Qiao, what do you want to do? I am your wife's best friend, don't do it randomly."

Invalid rejection.

With vicious excitement, Han Qiao's throat was itchy and the corners of his mouth curled up and smiled: "You are too naive."

"Who is naive?" Zeng Li said in a panic and shouted: "I'm 28, you...you..."

Look at each other.

Zeng Li's heart was pounding, Han Qiao's eyebrows looked so good, if he kissed me.

"Xiao Lan."

After admitting the wrong person, Zeng Li's heart fell, her eyebrows flipped, and she said angrily: "Han Qiao, I warn you not to go crazy!"

Han Qiao smiled with a smile on his lips.

The big pear is so beautiful, bulging, and has a shy look.

The snow-white cheeks are red and fluttering on the apples, and they are tender and tender. I really want to eat them.

certainly.

Han Qiao is a gentleman, and he is about to tease him, so he is ready to withdraw.

Talk about success and advancement.

He would be frightened. He picked the woman's chin with his fingers, looked gentle and said softly: "You are so innocent and I like it very much. Don't be tragic."

"I will help you." Han Qiao was drunk: "Protect it."

Said.

He tilted his head, pillowed on Zeng Li's shoulders, and slept soundly.

Under the street light.

It snowed at night, and the fine snow putty and the chrysanthemum fell. Zeng Li's eyes were stunned.

Her innocence is guarded by Han Qiao.

Is this a love word?

It was a bit sweet, as sweet as sugar. She turned her head and stared at Han Qiao with her eyes. Zeng Li felt sad: "You have recognized the wrong person, so how can you protect me?"

Hanqiao is tall and has a big horse.

She hugged Han Qiao's waist with one hand and put the other hand around Han Qiao's hand with the other hand.

Stumbling.

After driving, I arrived at the gate of Siheyuan and called Qin Lan in a few minutes.

Qin Lan came out and looked into the car, disgusted: "I'm drunk again."

Turn your head.

She smiled and said, "Big Lizi, thank you, it's cold outside, go in quickly."

"Xiaoshu is risking his life to look for his godmother these days."

Zeng Li felt depressed and squeezed out a smile: "What are you thanking? It's too late today. Xiaoshu is going to bed. I'll come to see him tomorrow."

"I'm back."

"Where are you going to sleep here." Qin Lan was puzzled: "You usually sleep here. It's snowing so late, so you're desperate."

"There are cats at home." Zeng Li felt uncomfortable and her hair was shook: "I'm back."

Drive the car.

Out of the intersection.

As a devil, press the brakes and look back.

Under the door light.

Qin Lan was carrying Han Qiao on her back, and she struggled a little, moving step by step.

actually.

She could support Han Qiao, but Han Qiao would wake up.

so.

She would rather carry her on her back.

Zeng Li looked confused, and the two of them entered the house and she continued to watch.

When the snow falls on your face.

She was so cold that she trembled slightly, melting snow, and tears. She touched Mercedes' snow with her bare hands and muttered: "What a hell, I'm just a word, I haven't heard it before."

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The next day.

The courtyard is in chaos.

Han Qiao held his son with both hands and his daughter with one hand.

Touching my daughter's pink cheeks, the big meat bun, it became sweet: "Xiao Lan, you have become a fat girl."

Qin Lansheng's cheeks hurt.

Stinky dad.

Her beard was unshaven, making her itchy and she smirked: "Dad, you smell so smelly."

What the hell.

"Dad, my sister said you are ugly." Qin Suo was so smart that he spoke: "Dad, I want it too."

Want to be a big deal.

Han Qiao was in a state of no mood: "A man, a real man, what do you want? My sister said she was ugly, so she must be ugly."

Qin Shu lowered his eyebrows, played with his fingers, and muttered: "Dad doesn't like me."

"What are you doing?"

Qin Lan saw his son about to cry and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Dad, he doesn't need to thorn me."

Qin Lan pressed on Han Qiao without saying a word, his body pressed on Han Qiao's body, his legs were empty, his hands grabbed Han Qiao's ears, his chest rubbed, and threatened, "I want to prick him, will you prick him?"

"Tait, tit!" Han Qiao's ears hurt. He hugged Qin Su's hard beard, crushing Qin Xue's beard.

The little brat grinned his teeth in pain, but he didn't move.

"Does it hurt?" Qin Lan felt distressed: "Silly child, what's the point of beard? I don't like it if it hurts to pierce the green."

"What are you saying?" Han Qiao said with a look: "Don't teach the children badly."

"Tsk." Qin Lan disagreed: "What are my son afraid of?"

Yay.

Han Qiao stopped doing it, immediately stood up, grabbed Qin Lan, regardless of the two children: "Bang!"

"Do you dare to talk nonsense?"

"I dare not, I dare not." Qin Lan blushed with shame. She covered her little butt with both hands, and her eyes were full of water: "I dare not, I dare not."

"Little thing." Han Qiao withdrew his hand, subconsciously groped his fingertips, and Qin Lan gave birth to a child.

Round and smooth body.

Very awesome.

"I'm going to CCTV." Han Qiao said, "Can I come back and build a snowman with Xiaolan, okay?"

"good."

Xiaolan looked at his brother with dark eyes, and his breasts were so singing: "There is also a pot of pot."

"A little brat is more sensible than you."

A whole family.

There are few warm moments. Hanqiao often doesn’t have home for a year or two.

Qin Lan is also busy.

She wanted to film and earn her son's wife's capital, and also wanted to take care of the company, for fear that others would interfere.

Only grandma takes care of two children.

Bloodlines connected.

Han Qiao still likes children very much. He drives a car and thinks that he will go out less in the future.

(End of this chapter)