Entertainment since 1999

In Hengdian in September, the weather is sultry and hot, and the sunset is halfway down, reflecting the sunset glow like fire.

Han Qiao was carrying a large plastic bag of vegetables, with a subtle expression on his face, feeling quite emotional in his heart.

The chances of life are amazing.

He never imagined that he would carry the vegetables and go to the house where he and Liu Mei lived, and cook for Liu Mei's aunt Liu Xiaoli.

She also has to sleep on Liu Mei's bed to complete part of the plan.

Han Gou despises himself in his heart, beast!

then.

Knocking on the door, with a bad taste, calling: "Sister, open the door, I know you are inside."

He is not afraid of other people hearing, he is rich and self-willed, and now this building belongs to him.

After a while, the door opened, Liu Xiaoli's hair was wet, her hands were facing back, and her hair was wrapped in a towel. In this posture, her neck was slender, her collarbone was clearly defined, her brows were frowning, and her eyes were suspicious: "Han Qiao, why are you here so late?"

"It's late for the show." Han Qiao raised his hands to signal for the dishes, and said naturally, "Sister, you'll be wrapping up in a few days. I'm very busy these days, so I probably don't have time to prepare the wrapping banquet for my sister."

Han Qiao looked grateful, and said sincerely: "Sister, you have helped me a lot this time. Without such a professional Chu Wu as my sister, this movie would have been difficult."

After a pause, he said with a smile: "Sister has helped me so much, of course I have to reward my sister well."

"I didn't act in it again, so what about the wrap-up banquet?"

Liu Xiaoli pressed the door with both hands, her eyes wary.

She was afraid that Han Qiao would mess around. Originally, she lived with Li Bingbing in this house.

but.

Today Li Bingbing hasn't come back yet, but Han Qiao has come, this bad embryo must have no good intentions.

Afraid of Han Qiao's rebellion, his face was cold, and his attitude was businesslike: "Han Qiao, let's talk about the dance tomorrow."

"It's so late today, I'm a little tired."

Two people, one outside the door, one inside the door.

The difference is clear.

Liu Xiaoli refused to give up an inch of ground.

At the entrance of the corridor, Li Bingbing came up with a plastic bag: "Director Han, Teacher Liu..."

"Sister Bingbing." Han Qiao asked, "Why is it taking so long?"

"I bought some fruit."

Li Bingbing and Han Qiao came back together. She looked into the room and asked curiously, "Director Han, why are you standing at the door?"

"Bingbing..." Liu Xiaoli interrupted, and signaled Han Qiao with her eyes: "Xiaoqiao just came, come in quickly."

Han Qiao shrugged.

The second bedroom is still the same, Han Qiao puts on slippers when he enters the door, and Li Bingbing lives in his bedroom.

With a bold personality, she came out holding the clothes, while Han Qiao was busy in the kitchen.

A handsome young man with a tall and straight figure and an outstanding temperament. He wears a colorful apron and is a family husband. He teased: "I guess your fans will never think that Han Qiao will have such a side."

"Let's just say handsome or not." Han Qiao's kitchen knife was playing with the knife, and he cut the potatoes into thin slices on the cutting board, and said stinky fart: "Sister Bing Bing, marry a Sichuan-Chongqing man and be a perfect woman."

Not to be outdone, Li Bingbing joked, "I dare to marry, do you?"

"Don't dare." Han Qiao played well with the kitchen knife, shredded the green pepper, shrugged, squinted his eyes, and sighed: "Sister Bing Bing, you have too much breasts."

Li Bingbing followed Han Qiao's line of sight, looked down, and was about to wash up. His white cotton vest was loose, he giggled, and he spoke boldly: "If you don't starve your child, how much money will you save on milk powder?"

Who is Han Qiao?

Li Bingbing knew it all too well, he was just talking, and if he really wanted to attack, he would be cowardly.

"Bingbing, I'm fine."

The second bedroom is small.

There is only one door between the living room and the bathroom, and the two chatting can be heard clearly in the bathroom.

Dog men and women.

Liu Xiaoli felt a little uncomfortable, her face was calm, she smiled slightly with red lips, and said apologetically, "Bingbing, it took a little longer, so I didn't delay you."

"Sister Liu, you are too polite." Liu Xiaoli is Han Qiao's sister, and Han Qiao respects her very much in the crew.

Li Bingbing was very polite, and asked casually, "Sister Liu, why are you wearing so many clothes now that the weather is so hot?"

"Uh..." Liu Xiaoli's body froze, and she didn't dare to be careless. She was wearing an old-fashioned white shirt and black trousers, and she was almost wrapped in a cotton jacket.

Li Bingbing said something inadvertently, and she felt guilty and broke into a cold sweat. She was afraid that Li Bingbing would find out her relationship with Han Qiao, so she calmly said, "I don't forget to change clothes. It's really hot to hear what you said. I'll go change first." clothes."

Li Bingbing had no doubts.

Liu Xiaoli felt relieved, ignored Han Qiao, closed the door, and rummaged through her clothes.

After searching for a long time, by accident, I picked out a floral dress.

He untied the belt with his hands, and the shirt fell off. In the floor-to-ceiling mirror, his figure was graceful, with a flat belly and no wrinkles.

Holding the floral dress in both hands, the dress was light and she was about to put it on when her body suddenly stopped.

This dress is so convenient.

convenient?

Liu Xiaoli sat on the bed, her thoughts wandered, and her thoughts came out uncontrollably like wild beasts.

Sweating all over.

The setting sun outside the window was late, hitting her smooth back obliquely, a layer of light golden yellow.

………………

"Sister, are you out for dinner?"

Looking at the dishes on the table, Han Qiao felt a sense of accomplishment. He greeted Li Bingbing to sit down, and knocked on the bedroom: "By the way, let's talk about dancing."

There is no sound from the bedroom.

Han Qiao was about to continue screaming when the door opened. Liu Xiaoli's face was cold, her brows were furrowed, and she was very angry: "I'm not deaf, I heard it."

Han Qiao's eyes lit up.

Liu Xiaoli's floral dress, she is tall and tall, the dress has two thin shoulder straps, hooked arms, flat neckline, bulging, the dress reaches the knees, and the slender legs are like white lotus roots.

Pretty face is cold.

Seeing that Han Qiao's eyes were dishonest, his eyes widened, he warned in a low voice, "Be more honest."

Depend on.

Han Qiao's heart is screwed, I didn't do anything, to be honest.

Lightly: "It's time to eat."

Turn around and ignore Liu Xiaoli.

He could see that women, no matter how old they were, would never admit defeat.

If you don't admit defeat, it will be easy.

The three of them sat down, and Li Bingbing tasted the shredded pork with his chopsticks, and said with satisfaction, "Brother Han, your cooking skills are really good."

Li Bingbing wasn't flattering, it was really good, the shredded pork was very tender.

"Sister Bing Bing likes to eat shredded pork with green peppers?" Han Qiao held mapo tofu with his chopsticks, ignoring Liu Xiaoli, the dog's leg, and excitedly licked Li Bingbing: "Sister Bing Bing, mapo tofu is also good. Our hometown says that girls eat more Mapo tofu is good for the skin."

"Try this..."

"It's true, it still has this effect."

"It's a pity." Han Qiao pretended to regret: "Sister Bing Bing's skin is too good, and the effect of Mapo Tofu can't be seen immediately."

"Liu Xiaoli, do you want to try it?" Han Qiao said plainly, "Taste the taste."

The atmosphere of the dinner was tense.

Li Bingbing looked puzzled.

The relationship between Han Qiao and Liu Xiaoli is not very good, what's wrong.

"No need." Liu Xiaoli's expression was normal, her legs were trembling, Han Qiao was deliberately humiliating her and embarrassing her.

"Oh." Han Qiao shrugged, holding the boiled pork slices, and said softly, "Sister Bing Bing, try this, the boiled pork slices can also beautify your skin."

"Okay." Confused, Li Bingbing wrapped the meat slices in hot red oil, tasted it, and exclaimed, "It's too spicy, too spicy..."

"Is it very spicy?" Han Qiao asked concerned: "Sister Bingbing, would you like some wine to relieve the spiciness?"

"Okay." Li Bingbing fanned his hands, sweat dripped from his face, and said, "It would be a pity if there is no wine for such a good dish."

There is a small shop downstairs, and Han Qiao ordered several cases of wine and two bottles of liquor.

Liu Xiaoli frowned, feeling uncomfortable.

She even wanted to get up and leave, but she was stubborn in her heart.

Soon.

After the wine is served.

Han Qiao and Li Bingbing were hot, blowing beer against the bottle, watching the two of them have no shame, drank the handed bottle, put down the chopsticks, looked cold, and said indifferently: "Han Qiao, what on earth are you thinking about Wu Wu? "

"Liu Xiaoli, let's talk about the dance tomorrow." Han Qiao was light and airy, and women couldn't get used to it. He squinted his eyes, and Liu Xiaoli's face was ugly.

Ugly is right.

Liu Xiaoli's chest rose and fell, and Han Qiao called her by her first name, showing no respect for her.

Get drunk.

Han Qiao and Li Bingbing got a little angry.

His eyes were hot: "Sister Bingbing, come, try this, this is hot waist, nourishing the kidney."

"Brother Han has had such a hard time filming, you need to make up for it." Li Bingbing held his waist between his chopsticks, his eyes were blurred, she was a little drunk, she smiled softly with red lips, "Otherwise it would be useless."

Han Qiao is handsome and has resources, whoever sleeps with him.

"Dog and man." Liu Xiaoli frowned.

Han Qiao bit off his waist.

A good meal turned into flower wine, but in the entertainment industry, it's normal.

Han Gou adapted quickly, opened a bottle of wine, gave it to Liu Xiaoli naturally, and said flatly, "Liu Xiaoli, do you want to come?"

Glancing at Liu Xiaoli's ugly face, Han Qiao smiled deliberately and said, "You won't be afraid."

"What am I afraid of?" Liu Xiaoli was furious. Han Qiao deliberately insulted her by calling her name, embarrassing her in front of Li Bingbing, and said coldly, "When I was drinking, you didn't know that where?"

Break the defense.

Han Qiao chuckled inwardly.

For so many years, Liu Xiaoli has lived a carefree life with strong self-esteem.

Han Qiao used to respect her very much no matter what, even compromised.

After a bottle of wine was finished, Liu Xiaoli's face was flushed, with a mature charm in her coldness, and she said indifferently, "Are you still coming?"

Han Qiao ignored her, glanced sideways, and called, "Sister Bing Bing, Sister Bing Bing?"

Li Bingbing was drunk and was lying on the table with his hands on his pillow.

She and Han Qiao drank very quickly. In such a short time, they drank 6 bottles of beer and 2 taels of liquor.

"Not coming?" Liu Xiaoli stood up and said indifferently, "I won't delay you."

"Sister, are you angry?"

With a smile on the corner of Han Qiao's mouth, he stood up, leaned forward, and hit Liu Xiaoli against the wall, breathing hot air: "Sister, you are jealous."

"Han Qiao, what are you doing?" Liu Xiaoli's complexion changed drastically. Li Bingbing was still there, pushing Han Qiao desperately with both hands, and growled: "You are crazy, you are shameless, I want shame, if..."

"Sister, if you speak louder, she will really hear you."

Han Qiao had nothing to fear, Li Bingbing was drunk, so what if he wasn't drunk.

Thinking of the next plan, Han Qiao's blood was surging, and he smirked: "Sister, admit it, you are just jealous."

"otherwise."

"My sister won't wear this skirt."

The floral dress has a belt. Han Qiao lowered his head and pulled the belt. Under the light, the white belt slowly loosened. Through the dress, Han Qiao could feel Liu Xiaoli's stiff body.

Liu Xiaoli stared at Han Qiao.

"Sister, if you don't speak, you will acquiesce."

Cutting through the mess quickly, this opportunity is not easy to find, and Han Qiao chose her to feel uneasy.

There is also Li Bingbing.

Han Qiao picked Liu Xiaoli's chin with his finger: "Sister, now you say, are we here, or are we going to the bedroom?"

Liu Xiaoli clutched her skirt with both hands, bit her lips tightly, turned her head away, and remained silent.

She surrendered.

Han Qiao shrugged, hugged Liu Xiaoli by the waist, and bit his ear: "Honey, I want to reward you well."

The living room was quiet.

Han Qiao and Liu Xiaoli disappeared into the bedroom and closed the bedroom door.

Li Bingbing woke up with a look of disbelief.

Heck.

Han Qiao and Liu Xiaoli were having sex, she slapped her face, it hurt so much, it wasn't a dream.

His complexion changed, his heart felt itchy, and he looked hesitant. After a while, he walked lightly to the door of the bedroom.

night.

The living room was quiet, her face struggled, and finally, her head was pressed against the bedroom door.

The house was originally renovated and rented by the landlord, the materials are average, and the sound insulation of the door is not very good.

in the bedroom.

The man and the woman were talking and laughing, and the woman's voice was intermittent: "Dad...Dad..."

Li Bingbing almost fell to the ground, his red lips were stretched out, and he almost wanted to stuff an egg.

Listen and listen.

Li Bingbing's face was flushed, and he was drunk, his mind was muddled.

Dry mouth.

With his legs close together, like ants crawling, he was afraid that Han Qiao would find out, and his red lips bit his arm.

Wind comes in through the window.

Li Bingbing's legs trembled, his butt sprained, and he sat on the ground weakly, his eyes were blurred, and his red lips were desperately biting his fingers.

in the bedroom.

The sound was broken, and after a while, the door vibrated, and Li Bingbing crawled towards the bedroom as if he had been electrocuted, using his hands and feet.

If Han Qiao finds out, it's over.

Her arm hit the corner of the wall, and she frowned in pain, not daring to make a sound, biting her arm desperately.

After a delay, I was about to enter the bedroom, but when I turned around, the door didn't open.

Just less than one meter away, she struggled, sat sprawled, and stood in a stalemate for a few minutes, then crawled over lightly, holding the door with both hands, lying on the door with her ears pressed together, listening to the movement.

The door trembled.

The living room was silent, with the cool breeze blowing, Li Bingbing's eyes were blurred.

It's dying.

………………

The next day.

Han Qiao carried a plastic bag and pretended to knock on the door. Within a few minutes, Liu Xiaoli opened the door. Early in the morning, she was tidy, with her hair tied in a dignified bun, black wide-leg pants, and a white shirt. Seeing Han Qiao, Eyes flustered: "What are you doing here?"

"Sister, good morning."

Han Qiao was full of energy, glanced at Liu Xiaoli's stomach, and smiled: "Sister, I'll bring you breakfast, your stomach is so small, you should eat more breakfast, it's full."

"Nonsense." Liu Xiaoli frowned, her eyes flustered, she glanced at Li Bingbing's bedroom, and growled, "Are you trying to force me to death?"

"Sister, what are you talking about?" Han Qiao shrugged, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Sister forced me to death."

"..." Liu Xiaoli sighed inwardly, not wanting to talk to Han Qiao, and walked towards the bedroom.

Han Qiao followed closely behind.

"What are you doing?" Liu Xiaoli said in a low voice: "In broad daylight, you are still shameless."

"Sister, why are you so conservative." Han Qiao complained, motioning for breakfast: "I won't bring you breakfast, where are you going?"

The two were talking.

The bedroom door opened, Li Bingbing shook his head, his pajamas were messed up, his face was pale, and the dark circles under his eyes were so frightening, he softly called: "Morning."

"Sister Bingbing, you won't kill me, will you?"

Liu Xiaoli turned ugly and closed the door directly.

"You have the nerve to say it." Li Bingbing stared at the bedroom and said speechlessly, "Even if I die, you did it."

"Who asked you to eavesdrop." Han Qiao was speechless: "Have a good night and don't sleep."

"Are you embarrassed?" Li Bingbing was annoyed to death, staring: "I really admire you."

"But we're also in the same boat."

"Be kinder to me in the future, do you hear me?"

"How wonderful it is." Han Qiao peeled off the egg shell: "Is this considered good?"

"Barely count."

Li Bingbing stretched out his hand, wanting to pick up the egg, but Han Qiao dodged it, fed it to Li Bingbing's red lips, and said with a smile, "That's what I mean."

Li Bingbing's body was weak, he looked at Han Qiao, swallowed the egg with his red lips, and licked his upper lip with his tongue.

It's dying.

………………

Han Qiao came to the set.

It was already noon, and he and Li Bingbing appeared together, and the crew was not surprised.

Today's task is night play.

During the day is rest.

Ning Hao just finished shooting blank shots, which are the repairs of the movie, such as: sky, forest, city..."

"Brother Han..."

Ning Hao envied Han Qiao very much. Compared to him being a director, he was exhausted, and Han Qiao being a director was too easy.

"Lao Ning." Han Qiao signaled, "I happened to be looking for you, and I want to chat with you for the evening show."