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Chapter 225
Yanjing, a villa.

Han Qiao sat on the sofa, holding a teacup, with his back straight, enduring the scrutiny of Zhang... Bah, Liu Yifei.

The little girl Pianzi crossed her arms, her clean chin was raised slightly, her delicate brows were frowned, and her eyes were cautious.

At this time,

Liu Xiaoli's voice came from the back room: "Qiqian..."

"Han Qiao, sit down and don't move around. I'll go in and see my mother."

Han Qiao nodded.

Liu Yifei rushed into the back room in a hurry.

Soon.

The two mother and daughter came out cuddling each other.

Han Qiao looked up.

Can not help startled.

Liu Xiaoli took off her tight white sweater and put on her pink pajamas at home. The loose pajamas couldn't hide her pretty figure.

Xu is a dancer all the year round, so he is over forty, but his charming figure is still slender and fit like a girl, his smooth skin has no trace of wrinkle, his cloud temples are tied into a ponytail, and he is a bit girlish, his pink skin is rosy and has a temperament Mature and charming...

Han Qiao moved his eyes away.

Liu Yifei nuzzled her nose, helped Liu Xiaoli to sit down, and complained: "Mom, what's so good about high heels, don't wear them in the future."

As he spoke, he poked Liu Xiaoli's bare ankle with his small hand.

"Hiss..." Liu Xiaoli snorted coldly in pain, raised her head, tensed her body, and complained, "You damn girl, why are you still doing it..."

Han Qiao coughed, "Qiqian, my sister has sprained her ankle, just soak it in hot water and it will be fine."

"Oh." With a cold face, Liu Yifei turned around to fetch water, walked a few steps, turned around and pointed at herself, then at Han Qiao, and said suspiciously: "Han Qiao, what do you mean, why do you call me sister! "

Han Qiao smiled, straightened his back, and said sternly, "My sister is still young, so calling me auntie makes me old."

"Sister, do you think so?"

Liu Xiaoli was full of thoughts, looked at her precious daughter, didn't know what to think of, nodded when she heard the words, and said: "Qiqian, Xiaoqiao is from her own family, so it doesn't matter if you call her sister."

"No, I don't agree." Liu Yifei shook her head and gave Han Qiao a hard look.

Nestling in Liu Xiaoli's arms as cute as a kitten, she rubbed against her and acted coquettishly: "Mom, Han Qiao is not much older than me. If I call you sister, he would be my uncle..."

As she said that, she blinked her eyes and said pitifully, "Mom, I don't want it. You love me the most. Don't be fooled by him..."

The world has poor parents.

Han Qiao is handsome and talented.

Liu Xiaoli was afraid that Liu Yifei would fall in love with Han Qiao.

He rubbed his precious daughter's head, leaned forward and rubbed her beautiful nose, and said earnestly, "Qiqian, although Han Qiao is not much older than you, he has experienced a lot since he was a child. Be good, and there is nothing wrong with being your uncle." OK."

"Mom, are you crazy?" Liu Yifei frowned, jumped up from the sofa with a brush, and shouted: "I will never agree, Han Qiao is not much older than me, how can he be my father..."

Han Qiao: "???"

Liu Xiaoli: "???"

"What are you talking nonsense about, you damn girl." Liu Xiaoli's head was buzzing, and she said angrily, "You are so grown up, why are you so ignorant, Han Qiao is your cousin's boyfriend, when will you become you..."

Liu Xiaoli couldn't laugh or cry.

"Then...why did you ask me to call me Uncle Han Qiao." Liu Yifei came back to her senses.

Liu Xiaoli was short of words for a while, frowned, and said with a dark face: "I don't want to talk about you, you can call me whatever you want..."

As he spoke, he lay on the sofa with a pained look on his face.

Noisy, headache.

Liu Yifei's face darkened, she glared at Han Qiao viciously, and said angrily, "You still don't want to leave, do you want me to see you off?"

Han Qiao smiled, stood up and said goodbye.

Liu Xiaoli said, "Xiaoqiao, thank you today."

As she said that, Nu Nu said to Liu Yifei, "Qi Qian, send Han Qiao off."

"Whoever wants to send him off, as an adult, it's not like he doesn't know the way." Liu Yifei said.

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, Han Qiao hurriedly said, "Sister, it's so late, so I don't want Qianqian to send her off. Besides, my sister is still injured, so I'll leave first."

After a pause, he smiled and said, "Let's call about the song later."

Liu Xiaoli smiled when she heard the words, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, then you remember to pay attention to safety, and report that you are safe when you go back."

After Han Qiao left.

Liu Yifei was carrying hot water, and Huo put it under Liu Xiaoli's feet. The water splashed everywhere. She poked Liu Xiaoli's swollen ankle vigorously, and said angrily, "Mom, when did you and Han Qiao get along so well?"

Feeling aggrieved, Liu Xiaoli stretched out her hands to knead her precious daughter's face, and said earnestly, "It's not for you, don't worry, Mom has already taken care of it, Han Qiao promised to write songs for you, now you have Han Qiao's songs, and TV dramas have them." The gold powder family, the road is much easier."

As she said that, her eyes shifted, and she asked nonchalantly, "Qiqian, haven't you been reading Han Qiao's novels all the time, why, don't you like him now?"

Liu Yifei gently massaged Liu Xiaoli's ankle, and said airily: "Who likes him? There are so many people who like him, but I don't like him. Mom, I will walk my own way. I don't want you to help me with something..."

Liu Xiaoli sighed, shook her head, nodded Liu Yifei's head, and said helplessly: "You are self-willed, you are mother's baby, how can mother not help you, don't worry, you will be a big star, and mother will help you with other things Settle it."

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12 month 5 number.

Han Qiao returned to the crew of "Ode to Joy".

The scenes in "Ode to Joy" are simple, and the filming cycle is three months. After one and a half months of intensive shooting, all the sub-plots have been completed, and the remaining main plots.Li Jichang couldn't make up his mind either.

In "Ode to Joy", the sisters in the five-beauty play are deeply affectionate, and the fighting outside the play is fierce.

Han Qiao was too lazy to deal with the Shura field, so he simply hid and had a leisurely time.

Li Jichang was almost bored to death.

There are [-] flies buzzing in my ears, and it's hard to say how many actresses are born.

Most importantly, it's useless to talk about it.

A few actresses are yin and yang, fighting to the death on the set, forming cliques.

Watching the few remaining hairs floating in the cold wind.

Li Jichang counted the days, his greatest hope was Han Qiao's return.

As the end of the year approaches, the wind blows.

The crew of "Ode to Joy" was set in a certain neighborhood in Dongcheng.

this day.

Han Qiao came to the set with a hot drink.

Li Jichang was lecturing, and when he heard that Han Qiao was coming, he felt relieved and waved his hands to let the actors go away, rubbed the soles of their feet with oil, and complained from afar: "Old Han, you finally came, you miss me so much."

The two embraced heavily.

Han Qiao smiled and said, "Brother Li, I've been busy these days, so I didn't come. Thanks to you, thank you for your kindness, and I'll look for you for the next play."

Li Jichang's smile froze, he rubbed his hands, and said coyly, "Old Han, that... brother has something to do these few days, so I won't be with you on the set. You are busy, let's chat when you have time."

After finishing speaking, I will slip away after picking up the work card.

Han Qiao's face darkened, and he shouted at Li Jichang's back: "Brother Li, don't worry, stay for dinner tonight, I'll let all the leading actors come."

Li Jichang wobbled, almost fell, climbed into the car, smoke was blown from the rear of the car, and ran away.

…………

Han Qiao called in the drama manager.

Check out the shooting plan.

The branch plot was completed, and 23 episodes of the main plot were filmed.

At present, the scene that owes the most is still the scene of Wumei on the same scene.

(End of this chapter)