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Chapter 243
7:30pm.
Han Qiao looked into the darkness, and there were still many fans guarding under the dim streetlights.

"Students, thank you very much for your support. This is the end of today. We have a chance to see you again."

Han Qiao waved goodbye, and got into the car under the leadership of the staff.

Roll down the window.

At this time, there were still many fans guarding the side of the road outside the car window.

In the dark, the glow sticks flicker like stars.

The wind blows gently.

Han Qiao's eyes were red.

Maybe one day, I will disappear in the fans' lives, they will form a family with the person they love, they will work overtime until late at night, and they will rush to the appointment of life...

A busy life will erase its traces.

but,

There are really such a group of people who liked themselves without asking for anything in return, and that's enough.

And yourself.

What I can do is to refuse drug gambling, be a high-quality idol, and repay my works.

………………

hotel.

Han Qiao's whole body was sunk in the soft mattress, and he was so tired that he didn't want to move a single finger.

Completely exhausted.

The kind that neither sheep eggs nor leeks can make up for.

After two days of running-in, the crew of "The Family of Gold Fans" is officially on the right track. As the male lead of this drama, Han Qiao's role is full.
After returning to the crew, Li Dawei also arranged a night scene.

but.

Fortunately in misfortune, he and Dong Zi play together very naturally now, and they hardly NG.

I don't know how long I fell asleep in a daze.

There was a knock on the door.

Han Qiao opened the door angrily, ready to teach Yang Mi a lesson.

"Xiaoqiao, it's so late, I won't disturb you."

Liu Xiaoli stroked her long, wavy hair.

Han Qiao's hair was messed up, his clothes were messy, he was wearing a white shirt with two buttons fastened, and his lower body was big pants...

Li Xiaoli glanced at Han Qiao's strong muscles and couldn't help being startled.

Han Qiao's chest and collarbone were covered with claw marks, and the blue-purple wounds looked like shells on the bronze-colored sand.

"This kid..."

Liu Xiaoli pursed her lips.

"Sister, why are you here? Come in and sit down." Han Qiao straightened his hair.

He took a glass of water and handed it to Liu Xiaoli: "Sister, I don't have a living assistant recently, and my life is a mess. Don't be disgusted..."

Liu Xiaoli took the water, put it on her lap, and smiled: "You should find a life assistant. The play is so late, how can you have time to organize your life?"

As he spoke, he looked at the full laundry basket.

Putting down the cup, walked to the laundry basket, knelt down to pick up the clothes, and said involuntarily, "Well, my sister will wash it for you..."

Han Qiao panicked immediately, and stopped him quickly: "Sister, I can do this by myself, so why bother you."

Liu Xiaoli picked it up on her own, and was about to turn her head to speak, when her fingertips felt soft, looked down, and burst out laughing: "This...you really have to do it yourself."

Han Qiao's toes were on the ground in embarrassment, and he quickly packed up his trousers. Regardless of Liu Xiaoli squatting, he pulled Liu Xiaoli to press on the chair: "Sister, what do you want me to do so late?"

Liu Xiaoli saw Han Qiao flustered in her heart, and couldn't help thinking: "Han Qiao doesn't look careless, he still has a childish temper."

Looking at Han Qiao, Liu Xiaoli couldn't help asking: "Xiaoqiao, how old are you this year?"

"Oh, it's 19 on the ID card," said Han Qiao, whose sleepy head cleared up a little after this experience.

Look down.

under the light.

Liu Xiaoli has long, wavy hair, thin eyebrows, a tall nose bridge, and lipstick-painted cherry lips glowing with water...

In the evening, a slim cotton and linen skirt, under the snow-white collarbone, and a bulging chest. When sitting down, the waist is tight, and the skirt is pulled to the knees. The skin is delicate. In the white sandals, the back of the foot is bent like a half moon, pink and tender. On the toes, pink nail polish...

Han Qiao pressed Liu Xiaoli's shoulder.

I have big pants and my clothes are not buttoned...

Didn't Liu Xiaoli see everything?

Han Qiao suffered a blood loss.

"Sister, sit down for a while, I'm going to change clothes."

"Don't go, sit down." Liu Xiaoli looked at Han Qiao, who didn't expect Han Qiao to be so young, and patted the bed next to the chair: "Why are you and sister so polite, sister is so old, let's have a good chat."

Han Qiao buttoned up his clothes, sat cross-legged on the bed, propped his chin with his hands, and looked at Liu Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli's skin is firm and well-maintained, and her figure is still as slim as a girl's. The only trace left by the years is that the girl at that time became a strong mother.

Han Qiao smiled and said, "Sister, you are not young. If you ask me, there are many young girls in the crew who are not as good as my sister."

"Come on..." Liu Xiaoli was elated when she heard this, and she rolled her eyes coquettishly, perhaps because she thought it would be inappropriate, she straightened her back, and said with a dignified demeanor, "My sister is old and cannot compare to you young people."

Han Qiao was not afraid of Liu Xiaoli's misunderstanding.

Looking at it openly, it is worthy of giving birth to a child, but the capital is different.

Liu Xiaoli smiled.

Not secretive at all.

"Xiaoqiao, my sister came to you this time because she wanted you to help Sissy."

Thinking of Liu Yifei, Liu Xiaoli felt melancholy, her straight back bent a little, and she said earnestly: "After all, your cousin Qianqian is acting for the first time, and she doesn't know anything. You have done so well in the past two days. She is very stressed. Every time, I saw her holding the script in a daze."

"Can you help her?" Liu Xiaoli stretched out her hand and grabbed Han Qiao.

Feeling the warmth, Han Qiao nodded and said, "Sister, don't worry, Qianqian is not that fragile, she is so good, you have to trust her..."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but said: "The road in life is very long. Sometimes, some roads must be walked alone, and none of us can help her."

"Sister, we can't harm her."

under the light,
The two held each other's hands.

Han Qiao looked at Liu Xiaoli sincerely.

"I know." Liu Xiaoli was also under a lot of pressure these days, Liu Qianqian could talk to her, but who could she turn to?

This time I couldn't hold back anymore, her eyes were red, and she patted Han Qiao's hand: "I raised Qianqian when she was young. If you don’t help her, who else will help her.”

Han Qiao was silent.

Maternal love is the greatest feeling in the world, surpassing everything, even life and death.

After a while, he said solemnly: "Sister, don't worry, I will look for Qianqian, and with me on the set, she won't suffer any grievances."

As she said that, she lowered her head and said dully: "Sister, I really envy Qianxi for having a mother like you. I was an orphan since I was a child, so if my sister doesn't come to see me, I won't stand idly by."

Liu Xiaoli looked at the depressed Han Qiao.

I don't know why I feel a little distressed.

She saw Han Qiao standing in the light in such high spirits this afternoon, but now, the bright light has lost its color, so all that is left is a single reflection.

Liu Xiaoli thought of Han Qiao's affection for Liu Qianqian.

Without even thinking about it, she pulled out her hand, hugged Han Qiao in her arms, stroked Han Qiao's back gently, and said softly, "Xiaoqiao, you have been an orphan since you were a child. If you want, sister can be your family."

Han Qiao almost suffocated.

Sniffing gently, a faint fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose. It smells like a ripe musk fragrance. When you smell it carefully, it smells like a nice rose fragrance...

Han Qiao couldn't help but put his arms around Liu Xiaoli gently.

After a while.

Liu Xiaoli let go of Han Qiao and looked down. There were some water stains on her white skirt. Looking at the tears at the corners of Han Qiao's eyes, she subconsciously stretched out her soft hand to wipe away the tears at the corners of Han Qiao's eyes. With a smile on her face: "Why are you still crying? Don't look at you calling me sister, you are about the same age as Sissi..."

Han Qiao can be said to be holding back.

That cannot be specified.

Blushing, she said embarrassedly, "Sister, I'm just so touched, she hasn't treated me so well for so long."

Liu Xiaoli smiled. Thinking of Liu Qianqian, she couldn't help treating Han Qiao as her precious daughter. She nodded Han Qiao's head with her fingers and smiled coquettishly: "You are so old, there are many women, and you are so blushing. Don't be ashamed."

"Sister?" Han Qiao asked hurriedly.

"Okay, look at the traces of women on your body."

"Sister is not talking about you, you are still so young, you have the current status, so many women outside are jealous, don't lose the big because of small things."

"Besides, you are still young, drinking and sex can hurt your body...do you know that?"

Liu Xiaoli babbled.

Han Qiao finally understood Liu Qianqian's feelings. However, Liu Qianqian had a headache, but Han Qiao was touched, and his heart was warm.

He couldn't help hugging Liu Xiaoli, resting his head on Liu Xiaoli's chest, and said obediently, "Sister, I know."

"You." Liu Xiaoli didn't shy away from it either. Whether it was from interests or emotions, Liu Xiaoli was willing to treat Han Qiao as her own child, holding Han Qiao's head in both hands, and coaxing: "It's not your fault, you look so good Handsome, and so talented, even a girl would fall in love with you."

Han Qiao couldn't help but said, "Sister, will you do it too?"

"What nonsense?" Liu Xiaoli laughed out loud, like a rose in the early morning, swaying dew, bright, charming, mature femininity and a bit sour green plum of a girl.

Looking at Han Qiao's stubborn eyes.

Liu Xiaoli said with a smile: "My sister has become your mother, but if my sister is 20 years younger, she will definitely like you, okay? I'm usually so mature, I didn't expect to be the same as that girl Qian Qian."

Han Qiao smiled.

She rubbed her head: "Sister, you are so kind."

The two stayed together for a while.

Liu Xiaoli got up and said goodbye.

He looked down at his skirt, it was messy, especially the breast collar, which had been pulled down for some reason. Under the light, the pink and tender breasts looked like ripe lychees with their shells removed, plump and moist.

Han Qiao stood obediently.

Liu Xiaoli laughed dumbly in her heart, thinking that she was thinking too much, but Han Qiao was so old after all, so she had to avoid suspicion.

Liu Xiaoli was sent away.

Han Qiao buried his head in the pillow.

He fell asleep in a daze.

(End of this chapter)