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Chapter 110 The little old man Han Qiao is very grateful for time's reward

The audition for "Like Rain" was in mid-June, and now it's May 5th, and there is still one month left, so Han Qiao naturally can't wait in Yanjing.

The main reason is that "Swordsman" still has scenes to film.

Times Starry Sky, General Manager's Office.

Han Qiao and Xia Wen agreed to go to Wuxi on May 5 and return to Yanjing on June 13.

Red Bean's endorsement is autumn clothing, and there are still two months to prepare, and the promotional magazine will be shot in mid-June.

In addition, Han Qiao asked Xia Wen to pay attention to men's magazines, and to keep up with the exposure in the second half of the year.

In the afternoon, Han Qiao was typing in a notebook in Xia Wen's office.

Han Qiao admired Xia Wen for this relationship. In one afternoon, at least ten waves of people came to sign, and there were three offline meetings.

Xia Wen is very serious when he works, his golden thin framed eyes are not angry and majestic, and his temperament is vigorous and resolute.

5: 30.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the orange-red sunset smears the sky.

Under the setting sun, the city of Yanjing is quiet and simple.

Xia Wen stretched his waist, his curvaceous body was alluring.

I looked at Hanqiao.

Looking at the computer seriously, fingers on the keyboard are like butterflies, constantly flying up and down.

Xia Wen kicked off the high heels and changed into comfortable sneakers,

He walked over to Han Qiao and sat down with his legs crossed.

On the computer screen, black block letters popped out like fish spitting bubbles.

Xia Wen stroked his broken hair, and couldn't help but stare fascinated.

After Han Qiao finished writing the latest chapter, he felt a sore back and back pain. This code word was really not done by a human being, and it hurt his kidneys.

Stretching her waist, squinting her eyes comfortably, her hand feels amazingly soft.

Han Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and after seeing it belatedly, Xia Wen smiled.

His hand touched Xia Wen's chest, Han Qiao remained calm and sat up straight: "President Xia, are you done with your work?"

"Well, I'm done." Xia Wen nodded and looked at Han Qiao.

Han Qiao is serious.

Xia Wen thought for a while, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Han Qiao, I've changed my mind. I'll take you to a place later."

After work, this woman is very wild, Yujie got into the car full of vibes, and hooked her fingers at Han Qiao.

Han Qiao smiled, got in the car, and put on his seat belt consciously.

Xia Wen put down his sunglasses, stepped on the accelerator, and the Hummer rushed out.

Yanjing in summer is another kind of beauty, the sky is clear and far-reaching, the distance is misty, and the road seems to have no end.

Xia Wen was driving the car, looking at Han Qiao in the rearview mirror: "Han Qiao, do you know what I hate most about you?

Han Qiao was startled, and smiled wryly: "President Xia, I didn't offend you, did I?"

Xia Wen snorted: "You are so talented, why do you look like a little old man all day long, a man of your age, no, you are a boy..."

A black line appeared on Han Qiaotou.

Xia Wen sang, "Exodus", this symphony is famous all over the world for its magnificent momentum and shocking tension.

The car drove to a bar.

At this time, the lights are just coming on, the sky is not yet completely dark, and nocturnal creatures wander out from all directions.

The bright neon lights of the bar flash with passionate light, making people dazzled.

Han Qiao watched Xia Wen "transform" in the car.

The slender white legs are matched with black long shoes, the hair is neatly tied into a high ponytail, and the blood red lipstick is smeared on the eyelids. After a while, she becomes a little girl.

Smiling brightly at the rearview mirror, Xia Wen cheered, "Go, get out of the car."

At the entrance of the bar, Xia Wen's appearance suddenly caught the man's attention. This woman was dressed in a pure white dress, and her temperament was as seductive as a poppy flower.

Han Qiao was helpless, he had never been here on this occasion.

Xia Wen looked at Han Qiao, smiled brightly, hugged Han Qiao's left arm, and said in a sassy tone, "Han Qiao, let's go, my sister will take you chic."

Han Qiao smiled and let Xia Wen pull him.

In the bar, behind the black tunnel, deafening music came, and the colorful lights changed colors in the night sky.

Han Qiao sniffed, the air was filled with the smell of hormones.

Xia Wen was familiar with the road, and found a small booth: after one o'clock, a waiter in a tuxedo came over, saw Xia Wen, and said with a smile: "Miss Popi hasn't come for a long time, is it still the same today?"

Xia Wen nuzzled: "I'll serve two more bottles of wine today."

The waiter looked at Xia Wen.

Xia Wen raised his eyebrows.

After the waiter left, Xia Wen sat beside Han Qiao, leaning over to look at Han Qiao.

Han Qiao felt nervous: "Mr. Xia, you..."

"Don't call me President Xia, call me Sister Popi."

"If I'm not mistaken, popi means poppy in British English."

"So what?" Xia Wen smiled and hugged Han Qiao's shoulders: "Han Qiao, are you right?"

"If it's fake, it's guaranteed." Han Qiao sat upright.

"It's boring." Xia Wen nestled on the sofa, accusing very bluntly: "How can you be like this. You don't smoke or drink, you don't go to bars, besides acting, you just write novels, Han Qiao, you don't have a life, you know that? "

"The most terrifying thing is that you don't even have a woman."

Xia Wen was heartbroken: "Qin Lan is such a good-looking girl, with a thin waist and long legs, she squeezed her tender ones out of the water, but you came back and told me that Qin Lan was in love."

"Sometimes I really doubt, what are you doing in the entertainment industry with all your heart and soul!"

Han Qiao was stunned. From his rebirth to now, he had never thought about this question.

Reborn, everything is at your fingertips.

A hungry monkey is released and the ground is full of fruits. Will the monkey eat it?No, he will keep picking it up, not for food, but because he is hungry and scared.

Han Qiao is now a monkey.

He is desperate to succeed.

The waiter brought the wine, Xia Wen opened a bottle of wine, held it in his arms, and looked at Han Qiao: "I really think you are quite boring, even if you become the best actor, it's nothing more than acting in one movie after another. play."

Han Qiao was silent.

Xia Wen drank quickly. After finishing one glass of wine, he opened another bottle.

Seeing that Han Qiao was very silent.

Xia Wen approached Han Qiao drunkenly, smelling of alcohol all over his body, his bright lips were like red blood, tender and tender,
Xia Wen smiled, leaned forward and kissed Han Qiao on the forehead.

Cold and moist.

Han Qiao was startled, and looked at Xia Wen dully.

Xia Wen smiled, very satisfied with the bright lip marks on Han Qiao's forehead.

Xia Wen laughed softly: "Han Qiao, tell me honestly, is this afternoon soft?"

Han Qiao was a little confused: "What?"

"Stop pretending, you touched my chest this afternoon." Xia Wen spoke very rudely.

Han Qiao thought for a while and nodded.

"That's right." Xia Wen straightened his waist proudly: "A girl's body is soft, and life is also soft."

"Mine are very soft."

Han Qiao laughed out loud, looked at Xia Wen, it was just a bottle of wine, the girl's face was as red as a rainbow, she was giggling foolishly, talking nonsense.

Han Qiao walked over to straighten Xia Wen and let her lean on the sofa.

After Xia Wen was drunk, fine sweat broke out on his face, his broken hair stuck to his delicate collarbone, and his snow-white skin was dripping with sweat.

Han Qiao opened a bottle of wine and drank in small sips.

At this time, the wine bottle in his hand was suddenly broken, and Xia Wen lay on Han Qiao's shoulder, drinking in small sips.

"Mr. Xia, you're drunk." Han Qiao smiled wryly, moving away a little.

After Xia Wen was drunk, his body was like a burning fire. The smell of alcohol mixed with perfume made people dizzy.

"...I'm drunk, who said I'm drunk, I can drink a hundred bottles in London without getting drunk..." Xia Wen tapped Han Qiao's head, a little puzzled: "Why can't the wine bottle be opened?"

I can go to yours.

Han Qiao's head hurt from the knock.

Seeing that Xia Wen was drunk, Han Qiao asked the waiter to come over to pay the bill. The waiter was not surprised and smiled: "Miss Popi is in a good mood today. I usually drink fruit juice."

Han Qiao looked at Xia Wen on his shoulder and wanted to laugh.

After leaving the bar, the fresh air lifted people's spirits. Han Qiao looked at Xia Wen, who was sleeping soundly on his shoulder.

Han Qiao took a taxi to No. 9 Yuyuantan and put Xia Wen on the bed in the guest room.

Xia Wen opened his eyes in a daze, saw Han Qiao, and shouted, "Han Qiao."

"What's wrong?" Han Qiao touched Xia Wen's forehead, no fever.

Xia Wen blushed, not at all Miss Yu, and looked at Han Qiao stupidly, moaning: "...Han Qiao, can you stop acting like a little old man in the future, and..."

Xia Wen got smaller as she talked, and Han Qiao leaned close to her mouth, feeling like a dog in his heart, Xia Wen said intermittently: "Besides,...you don't have a minimum living allowance..."

(End of this chapter)