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Chapter 415

Hong Kong, Stanley.

A long time ago, Stanley was just a small fishing village in the remote countryside, where tigers often appeared.

In the 70s, this area was favored by wealthy businessmen and foreigners, and countless luxury villas sprang up.

night.

The setting sun was burning, bright red like blood, pouring across the clear sky, and the sea breeze came out, making it humid and hot.

Huanhai Park by the sea.

A well-dressed family of three snuggled up for a walk. The little boy was tired from running, sweating profusely, and stretched out his hands: Mom, water. "

"Slow down." The woman is pampered, her skin is moist and smooth, and she has a slender figure. She stroked the hem of the skirt that covered her shoes with both hands, and opened a bottle of mineral water: "You are tired from running."

"I'm not tired." The little boy sipped water and showed off, "I was in school and joined the baseball team. The teacher told us to practice more."

"It's time to represent the school and go to England to compete."

"Excellent." The woman patted her son's head: "When the time comes, mother will bring grandpa, grandma, grandpa, and grandma to watch your competition."

"Okay." The little boy gulped down the water.

"Hello..." The voice was intermittent, and the words were unclear. A gray-red hand stretched out and said with difficulty: "Bottle, no, give... can I...?"

"Who are you!" The woman screamed, putting her arms around her son: "You are so dirty, close to my child, what should I do if you get infected with germs?"

"What do you want to do?"

The woman's beauty paled.

The beggar in front of her was dirty, and she was as thin as a bone.

The little boy buried his head in his mother's arms, watching carefully with his eyes.

The woman's hair was disheveled, her clothes were worn out, her ankles were exposed in slippers, she was skinny, she lowered her head in fright, her face was hidden in her hair, her voice was hoarse, and she said in fear, "There are no germs, I...I..."

"What about me, what's the matter with you, you don't say a word." The woman put her arms around her son and accused her. Seeing that the woman was silent, she cautiously held the water bottle on her toes: "Is the water bottle right? You want it for you, so hurry up .”

"Thanks……"

"Mom, she's so pitiful." In his arms, the little boy had pure eyes and said innocently, "Mom, why doesn't she have any pants to wear? Let's help her, okay?"

"Okay." The woman spoke softly, opened the small sachet, touched the money, thought for a while, took it all out, and said, "Well, I see that you are not feeling well. Here is the money for you. Go see a doctor."

"I..." The woman had difficulty speaking, raised her head, her messy hair was parted, her face was pale, her eyebrows were light, and she squeezed a smile: "I...don't...I want this..."

The hand points to the bottle.

He bent down with difficulty, picked up the bottle, smiled and said to the little boy, "Thank you...thank you..."

"What's the matter?" The man came over and protected his wife and children, his eyes were fierce, he looked over, his face was startled, and he called out in disbelief: "Thirteen mothers."

"What thirteen mothers?" The woman frowned, the beggar looked too familiar.

"Lan Jieying."

"I'm not..." The woman's voice was quick: "You've got the wrong person."

Staggering in stature, in a panic.

"She is Lan Jieying." The woman recognized her with a surprised face: "Why is she like this? I remember she was very beautiful at the time."

"Besides, she's not a star, how could she become a beggar?"

"Who knows." The man was depressed, Lan Jieying was his idol.

then.

I saved my own money to buy her posters, and I didn't eat breakfast for a week.

The beauty in her prime has become what she is now.

Looking at Lan Jieying's thin figure, the man said with emotion: "In life, no one can see the future."

The night swallowed the last of the last light.

The sky was dim, and the street lamps were turned on one by one. Lan Jieying walked to the entrance of the alley.

Here.

There are no street lights, and it can only be illuminated by dim lights in the distance.

She got used to it, stepping on rotten vegetables and sewage, and rats chirping in the gutter.

Twisting the small bag with both hands, her mind was a little confused, and she was not normal from time to time.

Walked for a while.

There was someone in front, she habitually lowered her head, walked into the darkness without saying a word.

"Aunt Lan."

He Guanchang called: "Lagu, wait."

Seeing that Lan Jieying remained silent, He Guanchang shouted: "Lan Jieying, I, He Guanchang."

"Master He..." Lan Jieying recognized the person, subconsciously straightened her clothes, and combed her hair. It was sticky and her nails were black.

Lan Jieying was stunned, then her body hunched, and she didn't say a word.

"Lan Gu, it's like this, Mr. Han from the mainland." He Guanchang frowned, feeling emotional in his heart.

before.

Lan Jieying is so beautiful, it is a delicate rose.

The woman in front of her was like a beggar, short in stature, skinless, with messy hair, and sighed, "Gu Lan, Mr. Han wants to invite you to film in mainland China."

Filming.

Lan Jieying froze, shaking her head: "I...I can't..."

"Lan Gu, this is your chance." He Guanchang persuaded: "Mr. Han is one of the best directors in the mainland. If you go to the mainland with him, your life will be much better than it is now."

"I can't... I can..." Lan Jieying hid her face in her hair, her voice was difficult: "I... have no hope..."

"Gu Lan, if you don't try it, how do you know it won't work." He Guanchang said in a serious tone: "It's better than picking up trash now, and Mr. Han came this time to help Xiangjiang actors earn a living. The first time I go, it is to break the road for Xiangjiang actors."

Not to mention okay.

Lan Jieying's complexion changed drastically in fright, she lowered her head, carried the bottle on her shoulders, and said nothing.

stumbling.

escape into the room.

After closing the door, leaning against the cold iron door, Wei sat on the ground.

The house is very small, with no lights, only one candle, and the wax oil is all over the body of the soda can.

Lan Jieying stared blankly at the darkness: "I can't... I can... I can't..."

………………

"what……"

"I can not make it."

in the bedroom.

The bedside lamp was light blue and the light was dim. Han Qiao smiled: "Miss Zhang, there is something wrong with you."

Xiao Zhang was ashamed to death.

special.

Han Qiao was simply perverted, it was chilly, he had no sense of security at all, and his voice was frightened: "Han...Mr. Han...is it okay?"

"almost."

Han Qiao picked up tools and cut hair, it was not that simple.

Two fingers pinched the hair, and the small silver scissors clicked.

The soft and slightly curly hair fell down.

Cut the hair clean, but also shave the beard, and shaving the beard is very troublesome.

Xiao Zhang's face is very thin, but her cheeks are particularly full.

The face shape is drop-shaped, and the beard grows very deep in this face shape.

Han Qiao picked up the white shaving ointment with his fingers: "Miss Zhang, the fluff on your upper lip is too thin, bear with it and don't move around."

"Mr. Han, take it easy." Xiao Zhang's legs were shaking and his hair was hanging down.Cover half your face.

When the ointment touched the skin, it was a little cold, and a voice came out of the throat: "Hiss..."

As the sharp blade slashed across, Xiao Zhang bit his lip lightly, not daring to move.

Shave well.

Han Qiao was very satisfied: "Miss Zhang, take a look, are you satisfied?"

in the mirror.

Xiaozhang's eyes leaked a crack, they were bald, and they were much cleaner.

That is.

A little cold, she smiled with a squeezed face: "Mr. Han, not only is he good at taking pictures, but he is also professional in cutting hair."

"Not yet." Han Qiao professionally said: "Miss Zhang, your face is too dry and lacks moisture. The essential oil here is very good. I recommend you to use it."

"If Mr. Han is free."

At this time.

When the phone rang, Xiao Zhang glanced at the phone, his face suddenly flustered, and his tone flustered: "Mr. Han, I'll answer the phone."

"Yeah." Han Qiao was busy and ignored her.

"Mr. Han." Xiaozhang was about to cry, he bit his lip lightly, and knit his delicate eyebrows together.

The phone rang persistently.

"Pick it up." Han Qiao said softly, "Maybe there is something wrong."

Xiaozhang's eyes were full of pleading: "Xiao Xie, am I eating with Sister Hua?"

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Xiao Xie said, "I think it's going to rain. It's not safe to drive at night. I'll come pick you up."

"Ah..." Xiaozhang bit his lip and said intermittently: "No need, I will sleep with Sister Hua tonight."

"That's it." Xiao Xie said, "Then I will pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Yeah." Xiao Zhang's eyes were shy and angry: "I'm almost finished eating."

"Hmm." On the phone, Xiaoxie asked strangely, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No."

"I..." Xiaozhang had a flash of inspiration: "I just ate chili, it's so spicy, um..."

"Don't eat chili when you have a cold..."

Han Qiao has no feelings.

He is a waiter, and if the customer is satisfied, he is satisfied.

to be frank.

Massage is really not done by human beings, and there is no gain in light effort.

Xiao Zhang just enjoys it.

After all, Han Qiao's massage techniques are professional, so he finished the massage.

Use a little force.

Xiao Zhang frowned in pain and yelled loudly, Xiao Xie was worried: "What's the matter, are you okay?"

"It's okay..." Xiaozhang burst into tears, and all the snot came out: "I didn't look at the road just now, and my ankle sprained."

The tone is coquettish: "It hurts."

"What's going on." Xiaoxie couldn't sit still: "I'll come to pick you up right away, you can't delay if you sprain your ankle, you must go to the hospital."

"No need." Xiaozhang Huarong turned pale: "Sister Hua drove me there, let's not talk about it, I can't bear the pain now."

The phone hangs up.

Xiao Zhang looked angry: "Mr. Han, you must have done it on purpose."

"Snapped."

With a crisp sound, Han Qiao's voice was cold: "Concentrate."

………………

10:00 in the evening.

Xiao Zhang left in a hurry, Han Qiao put away his hair, and prepared to go to Wuxing County, Zhejiang Province another day.

Hubei in Huzhou, Zhejiang Province, is a must in the brush.

After taking a shower, I was about to go to bed when the phone rang: "Mr. He."

"Mr. Han, I've already looked for Lan Jieying." He Guanchang sighed: "Mr. Han, Gu Lan has suffered too many setbacks, and now she doesn't have the courage to face the screen."

"Is that so?" Han Qiao disagreed: "Mr. He. I will meet her in person tomorrow. Please help me prepare for the press conference. I will announce my "aid plan" tomorrow."

Han Qiao spoke too casually.

He Guanchang was taken aback, and immediately said: "Okay, but the press conference is a bit late, and it takes time to contact the actors."

"Just before 4 o'clock."

Baodao press conference, 6:30 pm.

"Mr. He, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble, it's a good thing that Jiahe has a good face."

How many years has it been since Golden Harvest, and He Guanchang hung up the phone.

The glory of Golden Harvest.

Are you coming back?

(End of this chapter)