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Chapter 452 Husband, I'm for your own good

Author: Baishang Prawn Rice

"Nonsense, nonsense!"

In the early morning, thin layers of smoky mist linger in the mountains. In front of the villa, there is a clear lake and golden sunshine.

Beidaihe.

The nearest resort in Yanjing, the sea breeze in March, gently caresses the earth.

All things are born in spring, and the good times are bright and happy. In the villa, the man hissed and roared angrily, piercing the air like an arrow, and the lingering sound is still shocking: "It's too much to deceive others, too much to deceive others, Han Qiao is not a son of man."

study.

Brother Chen Kai had thick dark circles, online violence, public opinion pressure, and surging waves, tearing his body and fleeing to Beidaihe overnight.

Shame follows like a shadow.

A little master of poetry chanting!

Bard!

His decades of artistic life have been like a joke.

The nickname of shame.

His eyes were tired, he looked at the newspaper fiercely, tore his anger, throwing his hands into pieces, like snowflakes, and was messy everywhere. He leaned back and collapsed on the sofa, and he said to himself: "What's wrong with me? The Olympics were held, and I was in a state of excitement. I recited Du Fu's poems, what's wrong with me?"

"Yes."

"It's all Han Qiao's trouble. If it weren't for him, the shameful nickname of the little master of poetry chanting would not have fallen on me at all."

study.

There was a mess everywhere, and Chen Kaige turned his back to the sun, his face looked ugly, and he pondered: "The Korean thief is arrogant, fortunately, I am Wuji, and I will be released. This time, I want him to see clearly that the movie is not based on hype, not on relationships, not on cleverness, but on real talent and knowledge."

Thinking.

Brother Chen Kai's dark face relaxed. Han Qiao was the grasshopper in autumn and could not jump for a few days.

"Brother Kai."

Outside the door.

Chen Hong was holding a bowl of porridge. Brother Chen Kai was under great mental pressure. She couldn't rest well, her face was haggard, she pushed open the door, and worried in her eyes.

She knows best about Chen Kai’s temperament. Although she is old, she is actually just like a child.

Such a blow.

It was too cruel for him. Thinking of it, Chen Hong's face became gentler.

Ignoring the mess everywhere, stirring the porridge and whispered softly: "Brother Kai, I haven't had a good meal for a few days. I drank the porridge and had a good sleep."

Said.

Chen Hong put down the porridge, moved her footsteps behind Chen Kaige. Her white wrists were placed on Chen Kaige's shoulders, and she kneaded them easily, "The others don't have the vision and mind of the Palme d'Or. They are all ordinary people. Director Chen was angry with them and raised them."

"No appetite."

Brother Chen Kai backhanded, groping his wife's soft back. The woman was like a hot spring, nourishing his anxious and dry heart and sneered: "They can't blame me. I'm angry with Han Qiao. What's the difference between this shameful nickname and a big-character poster? Han Qiao is a Hong Shi soldier, arrogant and rude."

"I don't know the etiquette."

Brother Chen Kai was angry. He was targeting Han Qiao, but that was an academic dispute.

I criticized Han Qiao for his own good and hoped that he would make progress.

Han Qiao was so disappointing that she couldn't stand the criticism at all, so she got the nickname.

The mind is too shallow.

Brother Chen Kai complained.

The more Chen Hong heard it, the more frightened he became, and looked sad.

Brother Chen Kai is ignorant, she knows that Han Qiao’s proposal will be approved by the Olympic Group.

Look at it this way.

It is very likely that Han Qiao will personally participate in the preparation of the Olympic opening ceremony gala. He is only 24 years old this year.

People need people, money, reputation, and reputation now.

Such a person.

If it is a troubled time, it is a separatist prince. After all, Chen Kaige is a famous strategist.

If a strategist, a strategist, a strategist offends the princes, I am afraid there will be some kind of disaster.

But it happened.

In China, other princes now have to look at Han Qiao's expression, and Brother Chen Kai offended him.

It's difficult to move forward.

Even though he thought about it, Chen Hong begged God in his heart: "God, Wuji must win the Xiuchun Knife, otherwise we will become rats crossing the street and flee in a hurry."

"Chen Hong, why don't you speak?"

In the study room.

Brother Chen Kai looked ugly, glanced at him with dissatisfaction and said, "Do you still want to say good things about Han Qiao?"

"I've said it long ago. Han Qiao is ill-intentioned. He respects me on the surface, but he may slander me behind his back." Brother Chen Kai sneered and said happily: "Now, you can see clearly that Han Qiao is not what you call a gentleman at all."

"Brother Kai."

Chen Hong sighed: "He must have resentment when you target him several times."

Said.

He frowned and whispered: "Honey, Han Qiao is really powerful now. I haven't gone to Korea recently. You don't believe it if you say it. Girls' Generation is very popular there."

"Hanqiao's company is not only in the mainland, but also in Southeast Asia, Hong Kong, and even the United States."

"us."

"What do you want to say?" Brother Chen Kai's face turned black, shrugged, shook Chen Hong's hand, and said sarcastically: "Do you think I am a poor person who will surrender to power?"

"husband."

"Go out." Brother Chen Kai said coldly: "I don't want to see you now."

"husband."

Chen Hong was tearful and gentle as water, and said softly: "Husband, I don't."

"go out."

Brother Chen Kai pushed Chen Hong arrogantly, regardless of Chen Hong's plea, and said coldly: "Chen Hong, you have changed, you have made me very strange."

Chen Hong was in a difficult situation and explained: "Husband, I..."

"Bang"

The door was closed heavily, and the huge vibration sound made the entire villa tremble.

Chen Hong was locked outside the door.

After being turned away, she frowned with a faint eyebrows, a sad face, and a slender back, close to the door.

"Husband, I'm doing it for your own good!"

……………………

Berlin.

In northeast Germany, the administrative division of Germany is not called provinces, but states.

Berlin is a city state, equivalent to a municipality, the Spree River and the Haver River, which divide Berlin.

Geographically.

Berlin is the dividing line between Eastern and Western Europe, with many architectural styles and Gothic buildings in Western Europe.

Berlin is a very beautiful city with many delicious food.

"Um."

The sun is very bright, the Berlin Film Festival, the opening ceremony is tomorrow, and there is nothing to do.

Han Qiao took Zhang Jingchu and don’t get me wrong. Lao Gu begged him, but there is no way, Lao Gu wants to accompany his wife.

Zhang Jingchu was very unhappy when she had to entrust her mistress to her confidant brother.

at last.

They reluctantly agreed, and the two rented a carriage, and European horses were generally tall.

The driver sat in front.

The two sat behind, and the carriage was small and inevitable, and their arms were occasionally touched.

Zhang Jing was very happy, with a purple floral dress, and the Berlin sunshine was very good.

A pair of lotus root's white legs, white exposed, white sailor socks, black leather shoes, and admiring eyes, pointing at the bronze statue in the distance: "Mr. Han, what is that?"

"That's a statue." Han Qiao was lazy. On the plane, Zhang Jingchu was very kind-hearted.

He was not stingy at all, his eyelids were lazily lifted, and he sighed: "Berlin is really the capital of art. No wonder some art works failed and were hired again."

"Master Han." Zhang Jing touched Han Qiao's arm, and his legs touched Han Qiao's legs.

“Bxjxhxh.”

The driver suddenly shouted, lifted the reins and turned the carriage.

"Ouch."

Zhang Jingchu staggered, his head touched his carriage, and the next moment, his body was out of control and fell into Han Qiao's arms.

"The car speed is very fast." Han Qiao smiled with a smile on his lips: "I'm sitting firm."

"Mr. Han."

Zhang Jingchu's voice was weak: "The carriage is too fast, I can't sit steadily. Can I borrow Master Han's shoulder?"

"random."

Zhang Jing was in a vain, resting her head on Han Qiao's shoulders. Within a few minutes, she put her hands on Han Qiao's arm.

Her arms were embedded in her arms, and her black and shiny hair was in the wind. She said happily: "Mr. Han, there is the Royal Plaza in front of her."

She seduces me!

Han Qiao smiled with a smile: "Silent place, I heard that the French Cathedral is on the north side of the square. I am very sinful. I want to go to the prayer room and go and repent."