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Chapter 412 Nokia Camera
"not bad."

"Han Qiao and Zhang Ziyi played really well."

"The story is obviously very ordinary, but I really want to read it."

9:30 in the evening.

The premiere is over.

The entrance to the theater.

The audience filed out with excited faces, discussing the movie, some of them were more professional, and looked around: "It's strange, why are there no reporters, usually after the premiere ceremony, many reporters interviewed."

Flying Daggers Premiere.

More than 100 reporters came. After the premiere ceremony, there were only a few reporters interviewing.

unusual.

"It's normal, I think." The girl next to him said, "It must be because Han Qiao's acting skills were not good in the newspaper today. Unexpectedly, Han Qiao's acting skills are very good, and the reporter must have no face to interview."

"These reporters are so bad."

"Brother Fa and Han Qiao have such a good relationship." The girl bit her straw with disdain at the corner of her mouth: "These unscrupulous reporters said that the relationship between the two is tense."

"It's impossible to read the newspapers. They are made up and made up. They are not accurate at all."

Came to the premiere.

They are all relatively young, young people like a person, there is no reason at all.

Not to mention.

Han Qiao looks handsome, his acting skills are so good, and his talent is simply a treasure.

Liu Defa's younger brother.

Isn't that the younger brother of all Fazai fans.

twitter.

Someone pointed to the distance with sharp eyes: "That's Han Qiao, he came out to see us off."

"He's so polite."

"Thank you for your liking." Han Qiao's face was about to freeze with a smile, the female audience was so enthusiastic.

Accompany the group photo.

"Han...Han Qiao..." The cute little girl squeezed in front of her. She was petite and flushed in the crowd. She stuttered a little and said shortly, "I...I have loved you for two years."

"I have a question to ask."

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze." The little girl was petite and almost collapsed. Han Qiao was afraid that she would suffocate, so he hurriedly pulled her in front of her.

There was a small clearing in front of him.

Air circulation.

The little girl opened her nose, her forehead was dripping with sweat, her face softened, she gasped and said, "Thank you."

"I should say thank you." Han Qiao thought for a while, took off the brooch on his suit, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your liking. This brooch is for you. I hope you will like it."

"I... don't want it." The little girl shook her head, thought for a while, lowered her head, and said in a heavy tone: "Han Qiao, I just want to ask, if you like someone very much, but he treats you badly, would you what to do."

The little girl felt a little sad.

This kind of problem.

Han Qiao felt ashamed, he was a scumbag, he met his colleagues.

Han Qiao said decisively: "If it was me, I would tell her what I think. If he still doesn't respect me, I will break up."

"Don't be sad." Han Qiao bowed his head. The little girl was petite and cute. He knelt down on one knee and put the brooch on the little girl's cuff: "This brooch will bring you good luck."

"Thank you." The little girl blushed, not daring to look at Han Qiao.

"what."

The female fan was so excited that she screamed: "God, I announce that he will be my man from now on."

"It's so romantic."

"Kneel on one knee." The girl envied: "He is really warm and polite."

In the crowd.

The reporter pressed the shutter button, and the moment was frozen.

The premiere is two hours long.

Han Qiao stayed with the audience for another hour.

A star is a commodity.

Or rather.

Sell ​​dreams.

In this regard, he is much more professional than Xiangjiang's idol stars. Other stars regard fans as beasts.

He really treats fans like friends.

Sang several songs.

My throat is hoarse.

The effect is very good.

Han Gou gained Xiangjiang's first batch of loyal fans.

Back in the theater, Zhang Yimou's assistant came over and said, "Brother Han, here are two invitation letters."

Han Qiao took a look.

The invitation is crude enough.

A single word is like a sword: "Han Qiao, can I tell you tomorrow."

"Shu Ke."

Xu Ke was nicknamed "Old Freak Xu", and Han Qiao accepted the invitation.

The other invitation letter is very luxurious, with a faint plum fragrance. The invitation letters are all gold-plated, and when they are opened, the names are all engraved with gold silk: "Mr. Han himself."

"I hope to take this opportunity to invite you to dinner..."

Signed: Xiang Huacho, Chen Lan.

"Fortunately."

After the premiere, he took care of the fans and wasted a lot of time.

Xu Ke and Xiang Hua choked, naturally they would not wait for him.

Received the invitation.

out of the theater.

Han Qiao was about to get in the car when his cell phone rang, and he answered the call: "Mr. Han."

"Miss Zhang."

on the phone.

Zhang Baizhi's voice was very soft: "Mr. Han, you will probably be very busy tomorrow, are you free tonight?"

"Of course there is."

"Look at the car on the left."

Han Qiao looked over and saw a black car under the big tree on the left.

Window rolls down.

Zhang Baizhi's hair fluttered in the wind, and he waved his hand.

………………

"Mr. Han."

Winding road.

Zhang Baizhi drove the car and explained: "Mr. Han will leave Xiangjiang the day after tomorrow, and he will be very busy tomorrow, so Hanqiao will be delayed by an hour tonight."

"It's okay." Han Qiao rolled down the car window, and he had a panoramic view of Xiangjiang's feasting lights.

Taiping Mountain.

The highest peak in Hong Kong, the most famous tourist attraction in Hong Kong, overlooking Victoria Harbour.

It was cool at night.

When she reached the top of the mountain, Zhang Baizhi's hair was flying wildly. She didn't expect that the bet was lost.

Han Qiao will leave Xiangjiang the day after tomorrow.

If she wants to unblock Tingfeng, her chance is only tonight.

He took off his slippers and put on his high heels: "Mr. Han, you must have never tried Xiangjiang's local dishes when you first came to Xiangjiang."

"This store is very famous."

When Zhang Baizhi bent over, her slender back was straight, her evening dress was tight, and under the tightness, her figure was exposed.

The leg line opens to the thigh.

She is big and generous, not hiding at all, with a pair of pink and white thighs.

Onion and Suantou's toes were painted with blood-red nail polish.

Great visual impact.

Han Qiao is a gentleman, don't look away.

"It seems that this trip will be difficult." Zhang Baizhi watched from the corner of his eyes. If Han Qiao didn't take the bait, the price would be high.

Change your shoes.

The two got out of the car.

The parking lot is on the edge of the cliff.

In Zhangbai juice evening dress, her arms were bare for two days, and in the cool night, she folded her hands over her chest.

A head of hair flying around.

The same is true of her hair at the beach in The King of Comedy.

Han Qiao took off his suit jacket and put it on Zhang Baizhi at a distance.

look steadily forward.

Without any small movements, Han Qiao smiled and said, "I didn't expect Miss Zhang to be a foodie."

"Can't you see it?"

"Miss Zhang is so thin, it's hard to tell."

"Are you saying I'm in good shape?"

The two chatted.

The mountain is a tourist attraction, and the restaurant is in the woods, a very ordinary restaurant.

The decoration is Nordic style.

Han Qiao pushed open the door.

The waiter bowed politely: "Miss Zhang, hello, the restaurant you reserved is ready."

"Ah."

"This place is custom-made." Zhang Baizhi explained, "Only accept one guest a day."

Red lips chuckled, and said playfully, "In order to treat Mr. Han to dinner, I have begged many people for this meal."

Han Qiao is a gentleman.

Zhang Baizhi came prepared. At this time, if the purpose is too strong, it is easy to be disgusted.

after all.

This is not a movie theater with a lot of people. The view of the movie theater is dim, and the girls feel safe.

A small touch will not arouse girls' vigilance.

And here.

The lights were bright and the waiters were all in tuxedos. Han Qiao pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile, "Then what price will I have to pay?"

High heels on the floor tiles.

With a crisp sound, Zhang Baizhi stroked his hair with pure eyes: "This meal is to celebrate the successful premiere of Mr. Han's movie. It is really shocking. I think tomorrow's newspaper will be full of Mr. Han's news."

Arrived at the private room.

Let's talk about the flowers that people in the city play.

The private room is a tree house, built on a tree, and a plank road built with wooden boards.

and.

Here, there is only one tree house.

In the woods, it's pitch black.

Floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

The mountain is steep, and you can have a panoramic view of the bustling city night scene of Xiangjiang in the distance.

good weather.

farther.

Pilot Lighthouse in Victoria Harbour.

This kind of place, Han Qiao thought: "This is no different from the guest room on Xiangshan Mountain."

The weirdest thing is.

The room is a skylight, and the glass can shrink, this kind of evil habit.

Han Qiao had reason to be suspicious.

The function of this place is not just for eating.

The two sat down, and after a while, the waiter brought out various dishes like flowing water.

She bowed slightly and said, "Miss Zhang, I am always at your service."

Close the door.

There are only two people left in this tree house.

Han Qiao thought that Xiangjiang's local cuisine was some high-end cuisine. On the plate, there was a plate of salted goose.

Really distinctive.

of course.

Salted goose is indeed a local specialty of Xiangjiang.

Zhang Baizhi came prepared and gestured to the red wine: "Mr. Han, do you want to drink?"

"No need." Han Qiao shook his head, smiled and said, "Miss Zhang, there is no need for wine."

Zhang Baizhi paused.

Han Qiao didn't play his cards according to the routine.

The two had a private date. Judging from the signal in the theater, Han Qiao was not a gentleman.

got here.

There were only two of them, and he pretended again, Zhang Baizhi was a little unsure of Han Qiao's route.

She's not that naive.

Wanting Han Qiao to lift the ban on Xie Tingfeng, thinking about it, he decided to make some serious news.

The positions of the two were originally facing each other.

There is a dining table in between.

Han Qiao refused to drink.

Zhang Baizhi didn't speak, opened the red wine, and poured a little into the glass.

Walking in front of Han Qiao, he bowed slightly, his hair was drooping, and his eyes were bold: "Mr. Han, is it because I'm afraid that my wine might be poisoned?"

when she bent over.

The chest was white, Han Qiao didn't look sideways, and said with a smile: "If the poison was given by Miss Zhang."

"Then I must drink this glass of wine."

talking.

Touching the fingers of Zhang Baizhi, he took the wine glass and took a sip: "It's a bit sweet."

"Is it very sweet?" Zhang Baizhi sat down naturally, and smiled slightly with red lips: "Mr. Han, the taste of red wine is obviously astringent."

"Is that so?" Han Qiao thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "Maybe I drank water just now."

The taste of red wine is astringent, but what!It is moistened with water.

It's very sweet.

The nonsense the two talked about was actually a temptation.

after all.

Both of them are figures with a head and a face, and they still need face.

Although face.

Doing all shameless things.

chatting.

Han Qiao suddenly said, "Bai Zhi, who do you think is better in acting, me or Liu Defa?"

"Of course it's you." Zhang Baizhi brushed his tongue across his lips and said with a chuckle, "This place is so beautiful, but unfortunately, there is no camera."

"Mr. Han is very busy tomorrow, it seems that he has no time."

"It's okay." Han Qiao took out his mobile phone: "The camera function of the latest Nokia is a bit weak, but it is barely usable."

(End of this chapter)