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When Tan Qing climbed into the passenger seat, she brought in a little bit of light shower cream scent.

The scent of coolness permeates the tip of the nose.

He Yao turned his head very gossiping: "Qingqing, did you sleep with my uncle last night?"

Tan Qing sat down in the passenger seat, then pulled out the seat belt to fasten herself, shook her head and said, "No."

My **** doesn't hurt at all.

He Yao was a little unbelievable: "No, my uncle ran all the way around and just slept with you under a quilt?"

Tan Qing retorted in a serious manner: "No, we also ate fried chicken, drank beer, and discussed life and dreams."

He Yao: "..."

He Yao seemed to be silent in disillusionment, and drove the car all the way out of the airport expressway, and then brewed for a long time: "Then do you know that my uncle rushed back this time because of his father?"

Tan Qing turned her head: "He Qi?"

He Yao was taken aback, a little surprised: "Do you know him?"

Tan Qing nodded and started the game with her mobile phone: "You know, isn't his father the commander-in-chief?"

He Yao paused for two seconds: "Then, did you know that Uncle He saw the news about you and He Mingyu yesterday?"

Tan Qing's eyes flickered.

He Yao glanced at Tanqing's expression, and then said, "Uncle He was very angry. He called me last night and asked me if the matter between you and He Mingyu is true, so I only drove here early in the morning. NS."

Tan Qing: "Oh..."

Tan Qing finally met Ji Yanxiu, his long-lost rookie teammate in the game today.

It was difficult for the two rookies to meet each other, and they were horribly scolded in the high-end game.

After He Yao finished speaking, he paused for several seconds, patiently waiting for Tan Qing to come and ask him what's next.

The result was unpredictable for a while.

As soon as he turned his head, Tan Qing's hero with nine tails and fancy bells was slapped to the ground by the enemy jungler.

It can be said to be very horrible.

He Yao couldn't stand it: "Hey, Tan Qing, I'm going to tell you something right! Can you face the problem directly!"

Tan Qing lost and stood in the spring with her teammates crying, and soon gave up the struggle.

He picked up the phone again, raised his face, and said with a spirit of exploration: "Thank you! What's the secret you told me before?"

He Yao: "..."

At this moment.

Throwing away all interest factors, He Yao really sympathized with his uncle.

In addition, sympathizes with another person.

He Yao glanced at Tan Qing: "This is the secret I want to tell you. Although Aunt Liao doesn't object to the matter between you and my uncle... But Uncle Ho has always hated this kind of thing, and he suddenly called him uncle this time. Going back, I should be looking for a serious girlfriend for him."

"A buddy of mine in City J told me that He Qi personally visited the Bai family last night."

"Qingqing, aren't you worried?"

Tan Qing: "Eh..."

Tan Qing touched the tip of her nose, looked at He Yao a little blankly, and asked honestly, "Why should you worry about it?"

He Yao was asked, "Are you not afraid of my uncle going to get married? Do you want to marry that woman?"

Tan Qing held her hands and thought for a while, but still couldn't smooth the relationship between these two things: "What does he have to do with me when he marries Miss Bai?"

He Yao: "..."

He Yao was finally asked thoroughly.

Before coming.

He was quite sure that Tan Qing would be nervous, would doubt himself fully, and would feel a great sense of insecurity.

After the results come.

...

He Yao tried to find his logic in the embarrassing atmosphere: "If He Mingyu marries another woman, then he will live alone with another woman and raise children. Is it possible for you to be his outside lover? "

Tan Qing tilted her head and said honestly: "Then if he finds another woman, I can also find someone else! Why wait for him here?"

He Yao: "..."

The thinking of the two is not at the same level.

The result turned out to be the same result.

He Yao suffocated for a moment, and finally turned the topic back to the subject matter: "That is to say, if there are other people better than He Mingyu, you will leave my uncle, right?"

Tan Qing opened her round eyes and pointed at He Yao: "I think you are arguing what I am saying, you are a very bad young young man."

He Yao stopped the car and smiled at Tanqing: "If not, I'm just suddenly curious about what you and my uncle will be like in the future."

The airport in city h is not far from the film and television base.

Tan Qing didn't like the smell of perfume on He Yao's car, and when the car was just stable, she opened the door to get off the car.

But just about to take a leg.

He Yao in the driver's seat grabbed his arm: "Wait a minute!"

Tan Qing turned around: "Huh?"

He Yao stretched out his hand on Tan Qing's car seat belt for a while, and said anxiously: "The seat belt is hanging on a lock of your hair, what should I do?"

Tan Qing, who is not afraid of baldness, shook his head carelessly: "Then you just pull it down."

He Yao was speechless, and turned over the delicate little scissors from the small drawer behind the joystick: "I'll cut these few, don't move."

Tan Qing: "Successful, hurry up."

With a crisp click from the small scissors, He Yao seemed to be relieved: "Okay, untie it."

Tan Qing, who has a lot of hair thief, doesn't care about her hair at all.

He happily jumped out of the car and beckoned to He Yao: "It's almost time to start work, do you want to report to the crew together?"

He Yao shook his head: "I don't have a role to play today. I have to go to have breakfast first."

Tan Qing, who had eaten a large table of French breakfast, was not hungry at all.

After goodbye to the free ride, happily ran back to the crew.

He Yao was the only one left in the empty SUV.

He sat silently in the driver's seat for a while, then slightly raised his hand.

Between index finger and middle finger.

Tucked a lock of ink-colored hair.

He Yao seemed to hesitate for a while, but still picked up his mobile phone and dialed out: "Uncle San, I got what that person wanted."

The man on the other side of the phone was obviously middle-aged, and his voice seemed unhurried, but he repeatedly told him twice: "You send it in yourself, don't fake it."

After I finished speaking, I probably still felt that it was not enough, so I continued to add another sentence, "You must be polite and respectful to the expert, you know?"

He Yao nodded: "Don't worry, Sanshu."

"Well, when He Mingyu steps down in the future, the He family will naturally get a share of your pie, and you don't have to worry about your status as a trainee debut... If you want to, you can also set up your own entertainment company."

"I see, thank you Sanshu."

"I'll give you the address, and you will drive over now."

"it is good."

All men are in their prime of life.

Who doesn't want to sit in the highest position of He's family.

Who doesn't want to have money and power.

Fame and fortune.

Who doesn't want to give it a go.

The phone hangs up.

He Yao took out a few clean tissues, wrapped all of Tan Qing's hair carefully, and put them in a small pocket.

The address sent by the third uncle of the He family is in city h.

It is even less than two minutes away from the hotel where Tan Qing and He Mingyu stayed last night.

From the hotel to the surrounding commercial facilities are first-class environment.

Naturally, most of the nearby houses are private bungalows.

He Yao navigated over according to the address.

After turning a few turns, the car drove into a very quiet all-villa community.

Count the house numbers one by one.

finally.

The car stopped in front of a small house with gray tiles and white walls.

All single-family small buildings in this community will have their own private courtyards.

He Yao looked around, and it seemed that the private courtyard of the building in front of him was the most exquisite.

The green grass is trimmed smoothly.

Although it is only the beginning of spring, there are already several clusters of flowers blooming in the grass.

There is also an exaggerated swing beside the small gravel road.

Pink, from head to toe is full of shining girlish hearts.

He Yao almost suspected that he had come to the wrong place, so he took out the phone and checked the location again.

After confirming again, he stepped forward with a solemn expression and rang the doorbell.

The intercom doorbell was quickly connected.

There was a clear and pleasant neutral voice: "Is it Mr. He Yao?"

This voice really sounded too young, and it didn't look like a so-called expert.

But Sanshu has repeated it many times.

He Yao really had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Master Yan, I am He Yao. I have sent you what you want."

The controllable courtyard door was automatically unlocked.

The sound from the doorbell seemed to be quite cheerful, and said with a smile: "Thanks for your hard work, please come in. I'm in the backyard. You can see me when you go around the garden."

He Yao is considered to be a descendant of the He family's collateral branch. Although he can't reach the height of He Mingyu, he has a better life than ordinary rich people.

Villas like the one in front of you are naturally frequented, so I don’t feel too uncomfortable.

But when I opened the door and went in.

I don't know if it is an illusion, He Yao always feels that the house is empty, and there is a sense of inexplicability.

It smells like blood.

But this place is exquisite from the yard to the flowers and plants, and there is no abnormality in it.

He Yao clenched the paper bag with Tan Qing's hair in his hand and walked around the atrium.

In the backyard of a single-family villa.

A girl wearing a purple dress is...

Feed the chickens? ? ?

He Yao: "..."

A group of old hens taking a leisurely walk in the backyard probably noticed the intrusion of a stranger.

Then the extremely unwelcome horizontal eyebrows were cold, and he let out a scream.

He Yao and the old hens stood facing each other, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.

In the end, it was the girl who was watching the hens looking for food and spilled the last handful of chicken rice.

Turning around, Chao He Yao gave a charming smile: "Sorry, my sweetheart likes to eat fresh chicken the most. I only raised a few chickens. Did you scare you?"

He Yao only discovered that the person in front of him should not be the age of a girl.

Although the facial features look young and beautiful, the look in the eyes is definitely not what a girl of sixteen or seventeen should have.

But even like this--

This man does not look like a master at all.

He Yao has completely given up his plan to get any help from here.

Rather than continue to spend here, it is better to go back to the crew to catch up on the show, and meet the fans who come to visit the class by the way.

He Yao handed the paper bag to the woman, and said politely and estrangely: "Ms. Yan, this is what Sanshu asked me to give you."

The beautiful woman surnamed Yan raised her eyes and took things over.

Then he picked out a flirty smile and said slowly: "Since He Laosan gave me what I want, then I will let him get what I want. Mr. He Yao, please come back."

At any rate, it is a popular traffic and a trainee background. People can always see so much more than ordinary people.

He Yao looked at the person in front of him for a long time.

He asked awkwardly: "You wouldn't do anything to Tan Qing, would you?"

The woman turned her head while teasing the old hen, and gave him a charming look: "How can I be willing."

He Yao paused for a few seconds: "What about He Mingyu?"

The woman pushed the maroon wave behind her ears, and then curled her lips: "I'm not used to seeing off guests, Mr. He, please do it yourself."

The hens who had eaten their children were driven back to the chicken shed.

The woman flung up her skirt, stood up, and walked into the house by herself.

When I walked by He Yao, he was actually a bit taller than He Yao.

He Yao waited on the spot for a while again, and was sure that the so-called Master Yan would not answer him again, so he had to go back along the way and leave the courtyard.

boarding.

Halfway through the car, He Yao always felt a little uneasy because he had never done anything wrong before.

He braked and parked the spacious SUV on the temporary parking belt.

The noon sun leaned in from the front, making He Yao a little disturbed.

After a while, he took out the phone.

I found He Mingyu's name and sent a message.

"Uncle, are you home?"

Did not get a reply.

The black phone vibrated a few times and quietly fell silent in the unmanned bedroom.

The small red-brick western-style building where He Qi and Liao Xian lived for decades is exactly as quiet as the bedroom.

The two guards next to the commander stood at the door, one on the left and one on the right, straight and upright, like pine trees standing tall and tall in the snow.

After I grew up a little bit, I drank a bowl of broth, hugged my small blue baby bottle and drank a small bottle of fresh milk, then raised my head and looked at Liao Xian who was sitting aside. : "Rake rake, huh?"

Liao Xian subconsciously glanced at the study room with the door closed on the second floor, and sighed helplessly: "Good morning Sun and Sun, Dad will be out in a while."

Tanjiji seemed aggrieved, he lowered his head and hugged his somewhat old set of ducklings, sniffed, and said nothing.

In He Qi's study.

One of the old antique vases placed on the agarwood bookcase has been broken, and the other is also crumbling on the edge of the corner of the table.

He Qi raised the bamboo stick in his hand and slammed it on He Mingyu who didn't say a word before the book case, and said sharply: "He Mingyu! Is that how the He family taught you?"

"Thirty-year-old man, fighting with someone outside for a man? It made the news and asked the Guo family to come to me?! Are you the king of heaven?!"

He Qi is a veteran general who has been on the battlefield.

Hand heavy.

After He Mingyu suffered those few blows, the shirt on his body was immediately torn, and a few blood holes appeared at once, which looked terrifying.

He didn't beg for mercy either, and he abruptly accepted: "Dad, I'm sorry."

He Qi took a breath of anger: "Are you still not convinced? Yes, I'm not in business. Your grandfather left He's whole thing to you. Did you make it like this?"

He Mingyu's blood penetrated the cloth and did not speak.

He Qi severely pinched the bamboo stick on the book case: "Don't come with your dad and me! I ask you, is it true that you and the male star?"

He Mingyu straightened his back: "It's true, Dad."

He Qi was startled suddenly, before his consciousness could react--

He picked up the paperweight on the table and smashed it to He Mingyu.

After a very dull sound.

The paperweight "bang" fell to the ground.

He Mingyu shook his body, and subconsciously reached out and helped the desk.

Failed to hold on.

The whole person fell down.