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Chapter 477 Diao Chan, you don’t want to

Author: Baishang Prawn Rice

Chapter 477 Diao Chan, you don’t want to...

"Ms. Chen, Ruding's newspaper has arrived at the divination."

FJ Province Changle City, Jiangtian Town, Fuzhou Province, a small villa on the edge of the cliff, waves hit the shore, water splashed, clouds were extremely low, pressing on the sea, like a big black pot, heavy, buckled in the wide waters.

A heavy rain is approaching.

Diao Chan wore a dark red short shirt, her trousers were tucked to her knees, her cheeks, and sweat beads rolled down. She wiped her elbows from her sweat, and hugged the sour fish jar across her waist. The postman outside shouted inside: "Ms. Chen..."

"Oh." Diao Chan put down the jar, wiped the clothes with her hands twice, pushed open the door, and said politely: "Xiao Wang, I'm lucky you've suffered so far, so I'm sent it on time every day."

Said.

He turned to look at the sky, which was covered with clouds, and greeted: "I think it's going to rain. Xiao Wang, do you have an umbrella?"

The courier Xiao Wang is a strong young man. He knows Diao Chan, the wife of a big star and a minstrel director.

A small villa by the cliff.

It was the minstrel who commemorated his father and built it in the early years, but no one had ever lived there. Xiao Wang said: "Sister Chen, thank you. This line goes downhill and is quite fast."

Looking up, Xiao Wang couldn't help asking: "Sister Chen, why doesn't Director Chen never go out?"

"It's been moved here for so long. The usual dishes, rice, oil, you are all sister..."

"He." Diao Chan said politely: "Director Chen is in a bad health. OK, Xiao Wang, I won't delay you."

Close the door.

Xiao Wang stepped on the bicycle pedal, looked at the second floor of the villa with his eyes, and muttered: "Why is Director Chen like a young lady in the boudoir, he doesn't leave the door and doesn't step in the second door."

In the yard.

Diao Chan looked at the newspaper, her eyebrows frowned, and it was bad news. In the newspaper, Han Qiao held up a hammer and smashed "150 million".

FZ City.

The birthplace of the minstrel's father, Kaizi, recently, was in a bad mood. Diao Chan took care of his mood. The two lived in a separate place and moved to a small villa by the cliff.

but.

Diao Chan was frowning, looking at the second floor with his eyes closed, and the windows were closed. For more than half a month, Brother Kaizi locked himself in the small attic.

The newspaper was crumpled into a ball, wrinkles were everywhere, Diao Chan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her feet were brisk, and she shouted: "Husband, it's going to rain. There are many crabs on the beach. You go downstairs, we go and pick them up. I'll make drunk crabs tonight."

Second floor.

The small attic was as desolate as it was, and no one spoke.

Diao Chan didn't mind at all. She rolled up her sleeves, lifted her trousers to her knees, and wearing shoes was troublesome, so she simply barefoot.

In the yard.

The stones were sharp, the sand was rough, and there was no mercy at all. The delicate skin was crushed and grinded by the cold and ruthless, Diao Chan got used to it, working himself, and her tone was light and she shouted: "Husband, look, the salted fish I pickled are ready, and I can eat it tonight..."

"Husband, the flowers are blooming, the flowers are blooming well..."

"Husband, the courtyard wall collapses. Come down and take a look..."

"husband……"

The iron-gray clouds were unswervingly approaching the residence on the edge of the cliff step by step.

Heavy rain piled up in the clouds, the thunder was dull, and the world was reversed...

In the yard.

The beautiful wife, the injured husband, is licking her husband's wounds with her tenderness and virtue.

Second floor, small attic.

It was covered with clouds, the sky was dark, and the attic was pitch black, and I couldn't see my five fingers.

Lightning slashed.

In front of the bookcase, a tall figure sat on the windowsill with his back down, his head lowered, like a dry tiger skin.

He looked majestic, but in fact, he was extremely weak, and Brother Kaizi's eyes were turbid.

On the desk.

There are old photo albums, inside which record your own brilliant past.

When going to the countryside.

Working is very tiring, always with famine and fatigue, like a whip, whipping the body and soul.

This arduous environment.

He did not sink into despair, but escaped step by step.

In school.

He was full of energy, and among all his classmates, he was the best and dazzling existence.

Brother Kaizi rubbed the yellowed photos with his hands, took a photo with his classmates, Zhang Yimou stood in an inconspicuous corner, and he was surrounded by stars!

Cannes Film Festival.

He won the Palme d'Or, which is the first time that Chinese films have won the Palme d'Or.

Return to China.

He was enthusiastically sought after by his colleagues in the directors and all walks of life. For a moment, he stood on the high hills and watched countless people, like ants, come to see him from thousands of miles away.

Photo album to the end.

In the darkness, a voice, dumb, rough, and a sentence, tossed and turned: "I can't stop making movies..."

night.

Diao Chan made her husband's favorite pickled fish, a large table of dishes, with a full color, fragrance and flavor.

No lights turned on.

After lit the candle, Brother Kaizi rarely went downstairs, so she was going to try it.

At this time.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairs: "Ah Hong."

"husband."

Diao Chan was overjoyed, her cheeks were like lotus flowers, and her eyes were impatient, so she looked for her figure and shouted happily: "Honey, you're down, sit down, I've made your favorite dish."

“By the way.”

Diao Chan was walking smoothly and briskly, shouting: "You can't lose wine. Today I'm happy, come and have some red wine bar."

Candle jumps.

Under the lamp, Diao Chan wore a peony nightgown, black and shiny long hair, and a chopstick tied. She didn't wear makeup, but she had a classical beauty style.

Every frown and smile can't tell the charm of her daughter. After pouring a glass of red wine, Diao Chan was in a good mood.

So long.

The first time the bard went downstairs, she smiled: "Husband, try salted fish, you like to eat it the most. This is what my father-in-law must tell me to learn when he was there."

"Ah Hong." Brother Kaizi said with a subtle face, "Ah Hong..."

"What's wrong?"

Brother Kaizi was a little bit wrong. Diao Chan looked worried and moved forward, touching the forehead of the bard: "No fever, husband, are you feeling uncomfortable? Tomorrow..."

A huge force.

Diao Chan frowned, her eyes lowered, her arms, the bard's hands were tightly clamped her like iron pliers. The next moment, the bard's turbid eyes shot out a dim light. He growled in a deep voice: "Ahong, I can't stop making movies, movies are my life, I can't ignore my life."

"Husband..." Diao Chan cried in pain: "You hurt me."

"Ah Hong."

Lightning slashed down, and the dark curtains were torn open in the room. In the light, the bard whispered: "Ahong, go see Han Qiao!"

"What?" Diao Chan's eyes stopped and she was in disbelief: "What did you say."

"You go and meet Han Qiao."

"You are his sister, he will definitely give you face."

"Barriage." Diao Chan is not stupid, Han Qiao is ambition, deliberate, sinister and cunning, and three swords when meeting...

Such a person.

How could she go to see her by herself? No price was paid? She stared at her eyes wide, and her heart was mixed with shame and anger, which instantly defeated her psychological defense line. Almost, she calmly said: "You are crazy."

"I'm not crazy."

"You have to meet him."

"You're crazy." Diao Chan's eyes were cold: "You're crazy."

"Ah Hong."

The sob crying sounded, the minstrel buried his head in Diao Chan's legs, begging: "I beg you, I can't stop making movies, Diao Chan, go, go, go see Han Qiao."

Outside the window.

It was a rush, and the sky leaked, and the heavy rain piled up like surging floods, whipping the earth and mountains.

Diao Chan had a heart, holding the big iron ball, and she looked at the man crying on her knees, sad, desperate, and distressed...

It's hard to explain...

This woman's mood at this time may be the same as the world outside the window. She is silent and has a stiff body, just like a sculpture.

quite a while.

Her lips were covered with a smile, her hands gently stroked her knees, and the man's hair was as weak as water, and she whispered: "Okay."

"I'll go see him." Diao Chan squeezed out and laughed: "Now, are we good to eat? Why are we still crying like children when we are so adults? How embarrassing?"

"My big director." Diao Chan murmured: "He is not such a man!"

………………………………………

“It’s so sunny.”

"Qin Sang."

In July of the imperial capital, the sun is shining and the sun is hot. The courtyard houses are densely packed with grape leaves, lush greenery.

The sun shines slanted.

There were light spots in the gap between the grape leaves. On the lounge chair, Han Qiao held up his precious daughter and raised his hands: "Fei, fly."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Qin Lan is almost one year old, the little girl has red lips and white teeth, her hair is combed with "chirp", two "chirp" and red ropes.

The white princess dress and her face were not as round as a child.

Little girl.

There are signs of a beauty embryo, and her eyes are exactly the same as Han Qiao.

The nose bridge is high and the little girl is happy, spreading her arms, and she is so singing with a slight voice: "Dad, dad, kite, kite."

"Don't call dad."

"Call Han Qiao."

"No." Qin Lansheng chuckled: "Dad, dad."

"Hanqiao."

In the corner, Qin Shu was full of eyes and looked at him with a stern look: "Han Qiao, I want to play."

"Just play." Han Qiao glanced at her eyes, she was so bold that she dared to call me by my name.

Without saying a word.

His eyes stared: "Come here."

"Oh." Qin Suo understood very well. He walked to Han Qiao, lay on Han Qiao's lap, sticking his butt out, and turned around and asked, "Han Qiao, after the fight, can I play?"

"Bang!" Han Qiao said: "Call Dad."

"dad……"

Oh, he is very tactful. Han Qiao actually likes Qin Shu very much, little brat, and is very polite.

and.

He is smart and wise, very good at observing words and expressions, and is especially good at perceiving other people's emotions.

Qin Lan is often coaxed to the north and south.

Han Qiao held him with both hands and flew around twice, unable to help but shouted: "Qin Suo, can you eat less? It's all too heavy."

The little brat said seriously: "Han Qiao, I am growing up. The doctor said, eat more!"

Han Qiao looked at her eyes in a slight manner.

It's a bit frustrated, but it's better for my daughter. She's not a single expression on her face.

Very nice.

When he was old, this kid must be the first to pull out his oxygen cup. Han Qiao thought, put Qin Su on his knees, and just had sex twice. It was over: "Do you know why you hit me?"

Qin Suo said: "Because you are me, I am my son."

"if……"

It's over, this kid has a rebellious relationship. Han Qiao said: "Because, your mother's best friend is all, you don't care."

"Aunt Huo, Aunt Li, and Sister Yang, they are not bad people."

"That's a good person?"

Qin Zuo frowned for a while and said seriously: "Aunt Huo is not a good person, she plays me..."

Damn it.

Han Qiao's face was stunned. Huo Siyan was really... a damn, neither father nor son left behind.

Han Qiao immediately said seriously: "Qin Suo, a man must tighten his belt."

"Yes." The little brat nodded.

Han Qiao clapped his hands: "Go and find your mother."

In the sun.

Qin Su staggered with his feet. When Han Qiao saw it, he was useless. This kid is wearing open-crotch pants!

still.

He is a daughter, Han Qiao likes her daughter. She has a beard and has a small face. The little girl chuckled: "Dad, itchy."

With the black eyes, Qin Lansheng's eyes lit up when he saw Han Qiao's hair, and his hands stretched out: "Dad, dad, chirp, chirp."

"good."

Han Qiao was lying in the cold chair, closing her eyes to rest. After a few minutes, a laugh came from her ears: "Lan Sheng, what are you doing?"

"Mom, mom."

Han Qiao opened her eyes, Gao Yuanyuan hugged Qin Lansheng, Siheyuan, Qin's father and Qin's mother went out for a trip.

otherwise.

Gao Yuanyuan really dares not come. Tomorrow, Han Qiao will go to America.

Before departure.

The family still had to have a meal together. Gao Yuanyuan hugged her daughter. She liked Lan Sheng the most. When the little girl was born, she was under her nose.

He kissed Lan Sheng's face and couldn't help laughing: "Look, look, what did you tie your father's hair into."

"What a beautiful man, you've been stolen."

Han Qiao's carefully maintained hair is now messy, like a chicken coop.

Han Qiao was very satisfied with the two chirpings, and her daughter was excellent: "Sister Yuanyuan, the script approval of the Daylight Fireworks has been approved, and it will be started in November. You can see the schedule."

"I can do it." Gao Yuanyuan is now filming, looking at her mood, not having a good script, not even a character, and fiddling with her own broken flower shop.

His eyes turned toward: "Where is Xiaoshu?"

"Where is in the room!" Han Qiao was so upset that there were a few Teddy dogs in the courtyard.

"Are those women coming again?" Gao Yuanyuan held back her smile: "You don't like it, why don't you tell her?"

"Forget it." Han Qiao shrugged: "You are already quite wronged. If you have such a small matter, just follow your wishes."

Gao Yuanyuan felt warm in her heart.

Han Qiao did this very well, respecting their interests and hobbies, and almost never interfering.

even if.

He doesn't like it, but he respects it, so a few people do whatever they want, except that the bottom line cannot be surpassed, they are almost at ease.

At this time.

Xiaotao was in the kitchen and shouted: "Brother Han, the meal is ready, it's time to eat."

Chef invited by a high salary.

In the main hall.

A large round table was filled with all kinds of dishes. At this time, Qin Lan and his sisters stood up tactfully: "Sister Lan, you have dinner together, I'll leave first."

"What are you going, Siyan, Naijin, Xiaolu, Xiaomi..." Qin Lan held his son and said, "Sit down and eat together."

"Brother Han?" Xiong Naijin was a little scared: "Would it be too presumptuous?"

Huo Siyan and Yang Mi didn't talk.

"No, it's a family dinner." Qin Lan said: "Han Qiao doesn't mind."

"Okay." Xiong Naijin didn't want to leave. On weekdays, he tried his best to lick Qin Lan's stinky feet, just for this moment.

"Siyan, Xiaomi, what's wrong with you?"

"No." Yang Mi said: "Sister Xiaolan, I haven't seen Brother Han for too long. I'm afraid he will teach me a lesson again."

"He is not a big devil."

Several people arrived at the main hall and sat down, Han Qiao's eyes swept across.

Very nice.

This meal was so slutty, except Xiong Naijin. At this time, Teddy barked at the edge of his legs, and his eyes were spiritual: "Brother, everyone is Teddy, how can you sit?"

"roll."

Han Qiao kicked, and the Teddy Dog immediately rolled on the dog, whimpering, and her eyes were scared: "This breed is too fierce, I'm not the opponent."

"Brother Han..." Xiong Naijin was quite scared when he saw Han Qiao, and bowed and said, "I'm upset."

"It's okay." Han Qiao smiled and said, "Sit down. Since it's Xiaolan's friend, then it's my friend, don't be restrained."

"Brother Han." Yang Mi's eyes flashed: "I have achieved good results recently. Are there any rewards?"

She spoke.

Gao Yuanyuan and Yang Mi did not suspect that Yang Mi was brought by Han Qiao, and the two were similar to master and apprentice.

Han Qiao glanced at the little girl, eating the marrow and telling the taste. The little girl was greedy for meat, paused and coughed: "I have a fart, let's play."

"Oh." Yang Mi was quite disappointed.

"Brother Han..." Huo Siyan glanced at Qin Lan with a little fainting in her heart.

"Yeah." Han Qiao was cold and ruthless: "Siyan, come and have more time to play."

Miss Huo has superb skills.

"Okay, okay." Qin Lan said: "Han Qiao is not the emperor, why are you so afraid of him doing..."

A meal.

The official starts, the family dinner, Han Qiao plays with her daughter, the little girl is not picky about food, and she has to taste everything.

but.

I can't really eat it. Halfway through the meal, the phone rang. Han Qiao glanced at the phone and looked subtle.

In the text message.

Diao Chan's text message: "Xiaoqiao, have you been available recently? My sister wants to invite you to a meal to express my gratitude."

Han Qiao thought for a while: "No time."

Indifferent and ruthless, Sister Chen, if you want to obtain the true scriptures, you must not miss any difficulties.

After replying to the text message, a few minutes later, the text message came again: "Xiaoqiao, you are a weird sister. Since you are not available, can you come to see you?"

So proactive.

Han Qiao said: "I will go to America tomorrow and see you at the airport for an hour."

"Han Qiao, what text messages are you sending?" Qin Lan served her son, not serving her. Qin Su Ting made her worry-free.

"Diao Chan." Han Qiao did not hide it: "It's not that the bard has a little difficulty recently. She is looking for me, so she has ideas."

"The bard's difficulties are found by yourself." Qin Lan was not afraid of the bard and taught his son: "Xiaoshu, you must remember that the troubles men cause are solved by themselves, and never bring them to their families."

"Okay." Qin Shu nodded: "Mom, I'm grown up and I will definitely not find a few wives like Han Qiao."

One sentence.

The dinner party suddenly became silent, and Huo Siyan and Yang Mi felt a little sad, thinking that someone was teaching Professor Qin ill words in private.

Xiong Naijin had no food in her bowl, and she kept holding her chopsticks. She was Huo Siyan's best friend.

Huo Siyan introduced it to Qin Lan.

Although, he was prepared in his heart, Han Qiao was a god in the industry, but he said, "The bard is in trouble."

It's more than just a god.

It's simply: "Tathagata Buddha!"

Qin Suo was innocent: "Mom, did I say the wrong thing?"

"No." Qin Lan was embarrassed: "That... this kid is not like this usually."

"This kid." Han Qiao shook his head: "Respect, this is revenge. I beat him just now!"

"That's not the same as you." Qin Lan found the conversation and taught Qin Shu a lesson: "Qin Shu, don't be so rude in the future."

After a pause, Qin Lan smiled and said, "You can tell your father privately."

"No." Qin Suo said: "He will beat me."

“那爸爸揍你,你还去找爸爸.”秦澜说:“你是不是爱爸爸?”

“嗯.”秦授认真思考:“他揍我,我也爱他.”

Han Qiao was one head and two big ones. He saw that the two mother and son were acting like this!

Qin Lan is really...

It was hard to describe it, there was no way, the big family was like this, he coughed and said, "Let's have a meal."

The meal is over.

night.

Hanqiao stayed in Siheyuan, and was born overnight in spring, and the house was full of absurdity.

(End of this chapter)