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Chapter 423 The power of the Three Kingdoms, I will take care of my nephew
As we all know, people in Huaguo say to raise children to prevent old age, but Zhang Mo disagrees. After being a son for 22 years, how can he not know what a son is?
Careless, paralyzed on the sofa, after all, I am here, dare not make a mistake, throat is hoarse, addicted to cigarettes, legs are swinging, and the gangster said: "Old Zhang, what a big deal, just beat a woman. It's a bad school, I won't go to it."

Glancing at Zhang Guoli, pacing restlessly, pursing his lips, arrogant and domineering: "Smelly bitch, the green hat is on my head, I..."

"Shut up."

In the living room, Zhang Guoli interrupted angrily, pointing his hand, trembling with anger.

special.

If I knew it was like this, I should have shot the wall at the beginning, hated iron for being weak, and gnashed my teeth: "Bastard, take a pee and take a picture, do you still look like a student now?"

"Smoking, drinking, disco, staying out at night." Zhang Guoli scolded: "This time, you dare to hit someone in public, such a beautiful girl, about the same age, let's see how you beat her up?"

"You broke the law, do you know that?"

"It's against the law, at worst, I'll live there for half a month, and my ears are just clean,"

"Bastard, you are lawless!"

"Beast, if I were a beast." Zhang Mo's face was ashen, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You are an old beast."

"how?"

"Now that you've pretended to be a good father, what did you do back then?" Zhang Mo looked contemptuously: "Maybe you abandon your family and son, and don't allow me to beat others?"

"They're all beasts, why pretend to be garlic?"

"you you……"

Tensions.

There was no overnight feud between father and son, Zhang Guoli frowned, his chest heaved, he was going to die of anger tonight.

Seeing to fight.

In the corner, a woman in pink pajamas with a good figure persuaded softly: "Guoli, forget it, don't be angry, he is only 22 years old this year."

"He's just a kid!"

Deng Jusu caressed her husband, and tentatively said: "Momo, apologize to your father quickly, your father is getting old, he cares about you."

Deng Jie and Zhang Guoli are married twice, and Zhang Mo is the son of Zhang Guoli's ex-wife.

The couple were ashamed of their children. After so many years of marriage, they did not have children.

Deng Jue is a good wife and loving mother, but helpless, it is difficult to be a stepmother.

especially.

Deng Jiesheng was afraid to say too much, and offended the devil incarnation, he flattered him and said: "Demon, don't be self-willed, you still have to study, don't worry, even if mother risked her life, she will help you settle it."

"Who are you?" Zhang Mo leaned back, his legs were spread apart, his elbows were sticking out, and his eyes were watching: "It's you, you are not an actor, don't say it, the acting is very good, I will reward you."

talking.

Picking an apple, and throwing it away, the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile: "Pick it up, I'll give it to you."

"Bastard, bastard..." Zhang Guoli yelled in his throat, "Your father and I are also actors."

He wants to be strong all his life, why did he give birth to such a beast!

I can't control it.

Zhang Guoli was in good health, but at this moment, he was physically and mentally exhausted.

Deng Section looked ugly, unable to hide his disappointment, and put his arms around her husband: "Forget it, forget it, he is still young, let's teach him well, this child is not bad in nature."

At this time.

When the phone rang, Zhang Guoli glanced at the phone, took a deep breath, suppressed his glaring, and said with a smile, "Brother Han, why don't you call me when you have time?"

"Brother Zhang." Han Qiao smiled and said, "No, Zeng Li came to me and said that Brother Zhang had a misunderstanding with the nursery rhyme, please let me make peace."

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day. Brother Zhang is free, so why not take him out to meet him."

Zeng Li went to Han Qiao and came out to uphold justice.

Zhang Guoli was silent for a while, and Han Qiao's methods were clear to him.

Zhang Mo bumped into his hand, and if he didn't die, his skin would peel off.

"Brother Zhang, what are you thinking?" Han Qiao said casually, "Brother Zhang, you are my elder brother, and brother Zhang is my eldest nephew. I can still bully my eldest nephew."

"Brother Han, I'm joking." Zhang Guoli felt relieved, and said with a smile, "Then I'll take this unfilial son to meet my uncle and recognize him."

hang up the phone.

Deng Jue's eyes were puzzled, and the voice on the phone was very young: "Guoli, who is it?"

"Han Bridge."

"He." Deng Jue panicked and burst out: "What is he looking for Momo for?"

Who is Han Qiao?

In the circle of Beijing, who doesn't know, with worried eyes, Zhang Mo is the devil of the world.

Han Qiao is the Monkey King.

A stick smashed Ling Xiao into pieces, and those who fought were all the top figures in the industry.

Kill Zhang Mo.

Like strangling a chick, Deng Jue panicked and shouted, "Guo Li, it won't work. We still have to go to Jiang Wen and ask him to come forward and make peace."

"Who said I won't go."

Zhang Mo was out of his wits, and Deng Jue thought it was good for him, but he didn't appreciate it, and said rebelliously: "Han Qiao, right? You are afraid of him, but I am not afraid of him."

"He saw me?" Zhang Mo said arrogantly: "Nonsense, I saw him."

………………

"that's it?"

"that's it!"

Chaoyang District, private restaurant, private room, mobile phone resting, Han Qiao shrugged: "Otherwise, what else?"

Big shit.

It's good that Mr. Han can take care of it.

Zeng Li put her hands on her knees. In winter, she wore a tight white sweater and light blue jeans.

They are all big stars.

But there is a kind of bookish air that has been quiet for years, with clear stupidity in his eyes, he stroked the broken hair on the ear wall, and warned: "Han Qiao, both of you are students. .”

"Big Pear." Han Qiao stared straight at him, looked him up and said, "You're sick."

"Who is sick!"

Han Qiao's eyes were burning, and Zeng Li went out and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I will sue Xiaolan."

"Your eyes are sick." Han Qiao's voice was firm: "If you weren't sick, you wouldn't be able to say such nonsense."

"Don't swear." Zeng Li muttered, "You're so sloppy."

Han Qiao shrugged.

This is an occupational disease, and teachers are like this.

The two were talking, when there was a cautious knock on the door.

"Teacher Zeng, Mr. Han...Mr. Han..." The girl spoke cautiously: "I'm a nursery rhyme, can I come in?"

"Come in." Zeng Li stood up, warning with her eyes: "Don't talk nonsense, it will scare the little girl."

She and Han Qiao are old friends, and Qin Lan is a good girlfriend, and they are close.

Get along casually.

"Teacher Zeng."

The door is pushed open.

Doorway.

Girls have a pure temperament, white shoes, jeans, and white down jackets in winter.

Delicate bridge of the nose.

Snow was still falling on her head, she was dressed in plain color, her hands were clasped, and she bowed at ninety degrees.

After maintaining it for several seconds, he straightened his waist and said in a weak voice, "Mr. Han, hello."

"Hello." Han Qiao looked at him.

Zhang Mo's hand was black, green and purple, and the wound was covered with red oil.

It looks like pig's blood on your face. It's a pretty little white flower. It's unsightly. He smiled and said, "Nursery rhyme, don't be cautious. I'm about the same age as you. If you don't mind, just call me Brother Han."

The nursery rhyme immediately called: "Brother Han."

Han Qiao is a legend!
In Nortel, there are his textbooks. The professor often said: "You must learn from Han Qiao, work hard, work hard, persist, study hard, and struggle. In this way, life will not be wasteful!"

at this time.

Mr. Han, who is assiduous, diligent, diligent, diligent, and struggling, is clear and bright, with kind eyes.

The nursery rhyme heart quietly fell.

She was really afraid that Han Qiao was an unreasonable person.

"What's your name, Brother Han?"

Han Qiao is willing, Tong Yao is willing, Zeng Li is not: "Xiaoyao, call him Mr. Han, and those who are good are teachers."

"He is the most out-of-shape person." Zeng Li sat down with her arms around the nursery rhyme, and said with a smile, "However, he is very just. If you have any grievances, tell him."

The two looked at each other.

Tong Yao clasped his hands, his eyes were slightly red, and said weakly: "No... no grievances, he..."

"Zhang Mo is very good. This time, he misunderstood me." Tong Yao begged with eyes: "Mr. Han, I don't blame him, I... I just want to study hard, and I don't want to fall in love."

"A wise man does not fall in love, and builds a beautiful China."

Han Qiao said casually.

this matter.

It's hard to tell right from wrong, after all, both Zhang Mo and Huang Ritian, the professor of Chinese opera, have problems.

Nursery rhymes are victims.

but.

She is not innocent, Lin Haixueyuan, Huang Ritian introduced nursery rhymes to filming.

In the freshman year of Chinese opera, students are not allowed to film.

Huang Ritian not only gave the green light to nursery rhymes, but also introduced resources to her during filming.

specifically to visit her.

They are all adults, who doesn't know!
but.

Zhang Mo was wearing a green hat, and he didn't dare to beat Huang Ritian, so he chose to beat nursery rhymes.

The weak draw the sword, and the weaker are under the sword.

The strong draw their swords, and the direction of the blade has always been the strong.

Nursery rhyme has a pure temperament, outstanding appearance, and a bright future. After this incident, there is nothing wrong with Zhang Moshi.

Nursery rhymes are hidden.

After more than ten years of being unpromising, Han Qiao thought for a while and pointed to the teacup: "Nursery rhyme, pour me some water."

"Mr. Han." Tong Yao looked at Zeng Li with puzzled eyes.

Zeng Li looked encouragingly.

She held the teapot in both hands, poured a cup of tea, and held it to Han Qiao with both hands: "Mr. Han, please use tea."

"Yeah." Han Qiao took a sip and put the tea cup down: "Tongyao, I drank your tea, and we are in an employment relationship."

Point to the teacup.

"This tea is the reward."

Paused.

Han Qiao smiled and said, "I'll help you get ahead in this matter. You don't have to thank me when you get out."

"Mr. Han?" Tong Yao's eyes widened. Han Qiao is too kind, because she was afraid that she would be burdened.

Shit.

Han Qiao glanced sideways.

Zeng Li is in a good mood, it's worth it, it's worth it, and the image of a gentleman must be upheld.

Miss Zeng liked this move very much.

"Xiao Yao, sit down quickly." Zeng Li was very satisfied, for a big guy like Han Qiao, the little girl followed her up.

a cup of tea.

avoid arousing suspicion.

Pour tea: "Xiao Yao, outsiders are cold, drink a cup of tea to warm up."

"Don't worry about homework, take good care of your illness, and I will help you make up for what you owe when I have time."

"Teacher Zeng." The nursery rhyme said emotionally, "Thank you."

Two women are talking.

Han Qiao was bored.

This matter is simple.

Huang Ritian, the evidence is conclusive, stepping on the sewing machine in the prison.

Zhang Mo.

When is it time to repay the injustice, he was beaten so badly, he slapped him and stared at him.

A slap is too light.

Two slaps!
………………

Waited for half an hour.

Zhang Guoli and Zhang Mo rushed over. At the door, Zhang Guoli straightened his clothes and straightened his clothes.

Zhang Mo was not stingy, like a ruffian, and said, "Old Zhang, there's no need for it. After all, Han Qiao is only young. Are you so afraid of him?"

"It's not that I'm afraid." Zhang Guoli felt sorry for his son, straightened his collar, and said earnestly: "Zhang Mo, I can find a way for other things, and ask someone to settle it for you."

"Han Qiao, no."

"Old Zhang." After all, Zhang Mo is not stupid, he is arrogant and domineering.

That is to know that someone is backing up.

Zhang Guoli has contacts. At this time, his face was serious, and he said: "After entering, look carefully, listen carefully, talk less, and be respectful. It will only benefit you and not harm you."

"It's boring." Zhang Mo shrugged, he didn't care, but he paid attention in his heart.

open the door.

Look at it.

Teacher Zeng, that woman, the young-looking man sitting upright.

this gesture.

Zhang Mo's heart tightened, he didn't have any skills, so holding it, he was courting death.

"Brother Han."

"Brother Zhang!"

Han Qiao stood up and said enthusiastically, "Brother Zhang, after the last farewell, you look as good as ever."

"I'm old, I'm old." Zhang Guoli said with a smile, "It's no better than Brother Han. This time the movie is a big hit. The heroes are young."

"My son." Zhang Guoli pushed Zhang Mo's back: "If there is one percent of Brother Han, I can retire with peace of mind and enjoy the happiness."

talking.

He kicked his feet: "You son of a bitch, what are you doing in a daze? Usually you are making trouble. You admire Uncle Han the most. Now that you have seen the real Buddha, you dare not say a word?"

Zhang Mo looked good, and said seriously: "Han... Uncle Han... Hello, my name is Zhang Mo."

Zhang Guoli's posture is very low.

This time to earn some favor for his son, Han Qiao still recognized it: "Brother Zhang, you and I are about the same age, what kind of uncle are you, just Brother Han."

"I admire Brother Zhang the most." Han Qiao smiled: "Brother Zhang must be a good father since he has a tiger father."

hum.

Zhang Guoli's heart sank, and Han Qiao got into trouble, his expression didn't change, and he was about to speak.

He looked at his son.

Brat, it's a squib at this time, with no arrogance at all, I thought to myself, and kept silent.

Zhang Mo is not feeling well, what the hell, after living for 20 years, he saw a knife hidden in his smile.

Politely said: "Uncle Han, how dare I compare with my father."

"Brother Zhang, please sit down." Han Qiao said, "Brother Zhang, I admire Brother Zhang very much. From now on, he will follow me."

"Brother Han." Zhang Guoli looked surprised, just touched his butt, like a spring, and called: "Brother Han, this kid is so lucky to be able to follow you."

This is sincere.

In the past few years, Han Qiao has done a lot. In the movies, he has killed the top four and pointed his sword at the top directors.

TV series, Rampant Invincible, produced TV series, are all hits of the year.

Connections.

In the circle, it is deeply entrenched, and the deputy director of the Mainland Actors Association speaks with all his heart.

Zhang Mo followed him.

Leak a little bit through the cracks of your fingers, and you will have no worries in this life.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Zhang Guoli said with a serious face, "Hurry up and thank Uncle Han."

"Uncle Han." Zhang Mo is not stupid. The reason why nursery rhyme did this was because he wanted a movie and boarded Hanqiao, but he was afraid that he would not have the resources. He lowered his head and said respectfully, "Uncle Han, thank you."

Tong Yao's eyes widened, unable to hide her disappointment.

Han Qiao said he would help her to uphold justice, but it was like this, with both hands clasping his nails.

Fingers warm.

Look up.

Zeng Li smiled and said, "Don't worry."

Soldiers first and then soldiers.

The dates are given, and the next step is the stick.

"You're welcome." Han Qiao smiled, "But."

in the box.

The atmosphere was tense.

Zhang Guoli's heart skipped a beat, he thought for a while, but didn't speak.

Demon Zhang raised his head sharply and looked at each other. Han Qiao regretfully said, "Brother Han, I have always been a law-abiding person. I dare not take or accept people who are not innocent."

"Uncle Han." Zhang Mo argued anxiously, "I have reasons."

"This bitch." Pointing to the nursery rhyme, her face paused, and she changed her words: "The nursery rhyme she..."

"Brother Zhang." Han Qiao waved his hand: "It's hard to tell the kindness and resentment. In this way, if you beat her, she will give you two slaps, and the matter will be over."

"what do you think?"

"Han..." Zhang Mo was not reconciled, what kind of nursery rhyme is it, and who has the right to slap him.

"Brother Han, that's a good proposal." Zhang Guoli interrupted, two slaps, it was worth it.

otherwise.

The prison meal is settled, and he apologized: "Little girl, this is my son's fault, so I'm sorry."

"If you are willing." Zhang Guoli said kindly: "I will make it up to you if you become my goddaughter in the future."

Return the peach.

Zhang Guoli was afraid that Han Qiao would be in trouble.

"Mr. Zhang." Tong Yao was disappointed, two slaps were too cheap.

At this time.

Excitement flashed in his eyes, Zhang Guoli's goddaughter was beaten up for this relationship.

Make big money.

She glanced at Zhang Mo, and said weakly: "Mr. Zhang, Zhang Mo... he was just too excited, it wasn't on purpose, I..."

"I forgive him."

Zhang Guoli smiled and shook his head: "Xiao Yao, you are a sensible child, if you are wrong, you are wrong, and if you are right, you are right. He did something wrong, and he deserves to be punished."

"If you don't want to do it." Zhang Guoli was not polite: "I'll do it."

talking.

Staring at Zhang Mo, thinking of what this kid did, he rounded his hands.

"Snapped."

Zhang Mo, who had been slapped with the palm of his hand, became dizzy, had stars in his ears, and his face was fleshy, with bruises visible to the naked eye.

Eyes confused.

"Snapped."

A slap on the left, and a slap on the right, Zhang Guoli didn't let go, swung one hand round, and slapped him hard, slapping his skin to pieces, scolding: "Remember these two slaps, and be humble in the future."

"Dad, I..." Zhang Mo said.

"Snapped."

Another slap, Zhang Guoli slapped back his words, and said sadly: "This slap is for your mother, she treats you sincerely, how can you insult her!"

in the box.

The echo of the slap is still there.

Zhang Guoli made a deadly move, Tong Yao's eyelids twitched, but his heart was not happy.

Han Qiao watched with relish.

Not a loss.

After Zhang Guoli slapped three times, he raised his hand.

"Snapped."

With a crisp sound, this time, instead of slapping Zhang Mo, he slapped himself on the face and said sadly, "It's my father's fault if you don't raise or teach you. I didn't educate you well. I was at fault."

talking.

He raised his hand and slapped him again.

Zhang Mo quickly persuaded him, knelt down on his knees, and called, "Dad, I was wrong, I dare not."

He is a jerk.

but.

My own father, in front of so many people, slapped himself, a moral and conscience trial.

He couldn't bear it.

"Brother Zhang, it's alright, it's alright." Han Qiao hurriedly persuaded, "It's almost alright, brother Zhang, in the future, remember to do things in a down-to-earth manner, be humble, and never break the law."

"otherwise."

Han Qiao threatened: "You can't get along in this circle, remember, you can't get along in this circle, and you can't get along in other circles either."

"Uncle Han..." Zhang Mo knelt on his knees: "I dare not."

"Brother Han." Zhang Guoli burst into tears. Brother Han, his own brother, burst into tears: "Thank you."

"Brother Zhang, you're being polite." Holding a teacup, Han Qiao said with a smile, "Congratulations, Brother Zhang, for accepting such a sensible and well-behaved goddaughter."

He was afraid that Zhang Guoli would not admit it.

Zhang Guoli smiled and said, "Xiao Yao, are you willing?"

"I am willing." Tong Yao nodded immediately.

………………

a meal.

It ended peacefully and beautifully.

Zhang Guoli was drunk, Tong Yao and Zhang Mo supported him from left to right.

under street lights.

The back is harmonious.

Han Qiao was drunk and staggered, Zeng Li had no choice but to support him with both hands.

This grandson.

His head was thrust into Zeng Li's neck, and Zeng Li didn't have a boyfriend, his face was red, his ears were red, and his red lips muttered: "I have a big temper, I don't drink much."

She frowned and complained, "Han Qiao, why are you with Si Ni?"

Dealt with.

Without dealing with it, Zhang Mo did not pay the price, but gained something.

A few slaps.

The wounds on Tong Yao's body can't be offset at all, let alone Tong Yao admits that a thief is his father.

Her mind is simple: "Ask you?"

Bow down.

Stepping on Han Qiao, he was ashamed and angry: "Where are you putting your hands!"

"Xiao Lan..." Han Qiao pretended to be drunk and squeezed, the fragrance of magnolia.

"Ask you?" Zeng Li slapped the black hand away and muttered, "The clothes are all dirty."

"Not very good." Han Qiao was drunk and muttered: "Xiao Lan, you are too naive. Is justice really important?"

"In the adult world, interests are the most important."

He neither offended Zhang Guoli, but also helped nursery rhyme.

For her future acting career, she was compensated again.

Everyone benefits.

under street lights.

Zeng Li was neatly dressed, her cheeks were like a full moon, her chin was pink, and her lips were moist.

suddenly.

Han Qiao stretched out his hand, picked Zeng Li's chin with his fingers, and stared straight at her.

thump.

Zeng Li's heart was beating like a drum. In the past few years, she had rejected many people, and she couldn't explain it clearly.

this moment.

She put her hands on Han Qiao's chest in a turmoil. For a moment, she bit her red lips and bluffed: "Han Qiao, what do you want to do? I'm your wife and best friend, don't mess around."

Invalid rejection.

Han Qiao's throat was itchy due to the vicious stimulation technique, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile: "You are so naive."

"Who is naive." Zeng Li looked flustered, and shouted, "I'm 28, you...you..."

Eye contact.

Zeng Li's heart was pounding, Han Qiao's eyebrows looked so good, if he kissed me.

"Xiao Lan."

Having admitted the wrong person, Zeng Li's heart sank, she frowned, and said angrily, "Han Qiao, I warn you, don't drink like crazy!"

Han Qiao smiled.

Big pear, so pretty, bulging, with shy eyes.

Snow-white cheeks, red and tender apples, so tender, I really want to take a bite.

of course.

Han Qiao is an upright gentleman, he was ready to withdraw after teasing him.

Talk too much.

He would be terrified, he picked the woman's chin with his finger, his eyes were gentle, and he said softly: "You are so innocent, I like it very much, please don't be in the same boat."

"I'll help you." Han Qiao said drunkenly, "Keep it safe."

talking.

Tilting her head, she leaned on Zeng Li's shoulder and fell asleep soundly.

under street lights.

It was snowing at night, fine pieces of snow putty fell on Chanjuan, Zeng Li's eyes were startled.

Her innocence is guarded by Han Qiao.

Is this a love story?
A little sweet, as sweet as white sugar. Turning her head and staring at Han Qiao, Zeng Li felt disappointed: "You have misunderstood the wrong person, so how can you protect him?"

Hanqiao is tall and burly.

With one hand, she put her arm around Han Qiao's waist, and with the other hand, she put Han Qiao's hand on her neck.

stumbling.

He drove to the gate of the courtyard and called Qin Lan within a few minutes.

Qin Lan came out, looked into the car, disgusted: "Drunk again."

Turn your head.

Smiling: "Da Lizi, thank you, it's cold outside, go in quickly."

"Xiaoshou has been looking for a godmother for the past few days."

Zeng Li's heart was stuffy, and she forced a smile: "Thank you, it's too late today, Professor Xiao is asleep, I'll come to him tomorrow."

"I'm going back."

"Where are you going, just sleep here." Qin Lan was puzzled: "Don't you usually sleep here, it's so late and it's snowing, you don't want to die."

"There's still a cat at home." Zeng Li felt uncomfortable, her hair tossing: "I'm going back."

driving.

out of the intersection.

Unexpectedly, I pressed the brakes and looked behind my head.

Under the door light.

Qin Lan was carrying Han Qiao on her back, she was a little struggling, moving step by step.

in fact.

She can help Han Qiao, but then Han Qiao will wake up.

and so.

She is willing to carry her back.

Zeng Li's eyes were dazed, and she continued to watch as the two entered the room.

When the snow falls on the face.

She was trembling slightly from the cold, the melting snow was like tears, she touched the melting snow with bare hands, and muttered: "What the hell, it's just a word, and it's not like I haven't heard it before."

………………

The next day.

The quadrangle is flying like a dog.

Han Qiao had both hands, one around his son and the other around his daughter.

Touching her daughter's pink cheeks, big meaty buns, it's too sweet: "Xiaolan, you've become a fat girl."

Qin Lan's cheeks ached.

Smelly dad.

The unshaven beard made her tickle, and she chuckled: "Papa, you stink."

what the hell.

"Dad, my sister said you were ugly." Qin Shuzao was wise and stumbled: "Dad, I want it too."

Want a fart.

Han Qiao lost his mood: "A man, a man, what do you want, if my sister says ugly, then it must be ugly."

Qin Shou lowered his eyebrows, played with his fingers, and muttered: "Father doesn't like me."

"What are you doing?"

Seeing her son about to cry, Qin Lan asked, "What's wrong?"

"Daddy, he doesn't need a beard on me."

Without saying a word, Qin Lan pressed her body on Han Qiao's body, her legs were empty, her two hands grabbed Han Qiao's ears, rubbed against her chest, and threatened, "My son wants to be pierced, will you do it or not!"

"Punch, prick!" Han Qiao's ears hurt, and he hugged Qin Shou, his stubble beard crushing Qin Pofen's pouty face.

The little boy gritted his teeth in pain, but remained motionless.

"Does it hurt?" Qin Lan said distressedly: "Silly boy, what's so good about beards? I don't like it if it hurts."

"What are you talking about?" Han Qiao raised his eyes, "Don't teach the children badly."

"Cut." Qin Lan disagreed: "What is my son afraid of?"

Ah shit.

Han Qiao quit, stood up immediately, and grabbed Qin Lan, ignoring the two children: "Crack!"

"Dare you talk nonsense?"

"Don't dare, don't dare." Qin Lan blushed with shame, she covered her little butt with her hands, her eyes were full of water: "Don't dare, don't dare."

"Small sample." Han Qiao withdrew his hand, subconsciously, groping for his fingertips, Qin Lan gave birth to a child.

The figure is round and round.

great.

"I went to CCTV." Han Qiao said, "Come back and make a snowman with Xiao Lan, okay?"

"it is good."

Xiaolan looked at her elder brother with black eyes, and said in a childish voice, "There are still pots."

"Little kid is more sensible than you."

a big family.

Warm moments are rare, and Han Qiao is often away from home for a year or so.

Qin Lan is also busy.

She not only wants to film a movie, earn money for her son as a wife, but also takes care of the company, for fear that other people will interfere.

Two children, only grandma takes care of them.

blood vessels connected.

Han Qiao still likes children very much, driving the car, thinking that he will go out less in the future.

(End of this chapter)