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Chapter 420 The female benefactor has a bad conscience
hang up the phone.

Han Qiao was forced to report to Qin Lan again. Qin Lan was stupid and easy to fool, and Han Qiao took control every minute.

The smelly woman doesn't answer her phone at all.

Li Xiaoran didn't need it, Han Qiao just sent a text message: "I'll be back tomorrow."

Not for a while.

The text message replied: "There is a surprise."

Handling the affairs of the harem, Han Qiao was very relaxed.Not afraid at all.

What does Ye Xian have to do with him?
She took the initiative to come together. After all, Ye Xian has committed a lot of crimes.

He has a compassionate heart, and he does not ask for anything in return.

The Buddha saved you, so you can't seek benefits from the Buddha, right?If so, it is insincere.

Conscience is very bad.

At this time.

There was a knock on the door, Han Qiao put on the belt of his bathrobe, looked at him with a smile on his lips, "Miss Lin, what is this?"

"Mr. Han."

Doorway.

Lin Zhiling has long black straight hair. She is tall and slender, and she wears a slim-fit foreign dress with broken hair. Under the skirt, a small section of slender and well-proportioned leg is wrapped in thin shredded meat.

The white stiletto high-heeled shoes, the collarbone of the ankle, are slender and clear.

The faint fragrance that hits the face.

Lin Zhi's lips were painted with cherry-colored lipstick, which was moist and shiny. He bit his lips lightly, and said in a sweet voice, "Mr. Han, you are not bothering me."

"Zhiling has a question, I want to ask Mr. Han."

Monster, I can see it at a glance, you have committed a lot of crimes!
Han Huofo smiled: "Don't bother, Zhiling, have you grown taller?"

talking.

Han Qiao gestured with his hand and said doubtfully, "I remember last time, you only had 150."

"Mr. Han." Lin Chiling blushed, bit her lips lightly, and said coquettishly, "I'm 176...don't believe...look..."

Lin Chiling said.

Standing straight and not afraid at all, standing in front of Han Qiao, the curve of the dress with broken hair must be exposed, white stiletto heels, toes close together.

Comparing her height, she looked up with adoring eyes, and shouted: "Mr. Han, you have grown taller..."

hiss……

This woman has a trick.

Han Qiao shrugged. He and Lin Chiling knew each other well. The only difference was that.

that time.

Lin Chiling is the girl carrying the box, and he, in the lyrics: "The man who wipes sweat."

Song Dongye was very confused because: "Those summers, like youth, can't come back."

Han Qiao no longer has such troubles.

The two entered the house.

Lin Chiling stroked the hem of the skirt with her hands from her buttocks, and her legs were sideways.

Han Qiao poured a glass of red wine. At this time, he didn't look sideways, but he was a gentleman: "Miss Lin, it's so late, what's the matter?"

"If there's nothing wrong, can't you find Mr. Han?"

Lin Chiling's eyelashes fluttered.

"Hmm." Han Qiao coughed, "I'm mainly worried about Ms. Lin's reputation. I, Han, are notorious. Ms. Lin is pure and charming. If outsiders misunderstand our relationship."

Lin Chiling was speechless.

are you crazy.

It's not that I don't know what to wear, I put my hands on the hem of the skirt, and I'm as quiet as a virgin.

Her strengths stand out.

Han Qiao summed it up, mainly focusing on two points.

Really two points!
Good figure, sister Yu's standard figure, tall, with long legs and thin waist.

The face is also pretty.

She has a good temperament. After all, she is a model. Every frown and smile are natural, but pleasing to the eye.

"Mr. Han." Lin Zhiling spoke sweetly, softly and softly: "It's so late, I'm taking the liberty to visit, Zhiling really has a problem, and I want Mr. Han to clarify."

"Really?" Han Qiao didn't believe it.

"Mr. Han." Lin Zhiling stepped on his high-heeled shoes lightly, acting like a spoiled child, pursing his red lips, and said aggrievedly, "It really is."

"Okay." Han Qiao sipped his red wine: "Do you want to try it?"

"Okay." Lin Chiling did not refuse, took it, her lips touched the glass, squeezed out traces, and sipped: "Mr. Han, Chiling is going to host the Golden Bell Awards, and the program team asked me to sing."

"Mr. Han..."

"Call me Xiaoqiao." Han Qiao interrupted.

"Little..." Lin Zhiling hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Brother Qiao, Zhiling has never sung before, please help me."

"OK!"

Lin Chiling grabbed the hem of the skirt with both hands, her eyelashes flickering.

In front of outsiders, she is Yujie.

Who would have thought.

In private, she is like this!

Lin Zhiling was a little nervous and was dripping with sweat.

Han Qiao is the best lyricist of the Golden Melody Award, he has been named a god several times, and the Chinese music scene has a golden hand in lyrics and music.

If Han Qiao is willing to write songs for her.

Lin Chiling's throat is bulging, and Han Qiao almost never writes songs for outsiders.

Collaborative singer.

They are all kings and queens, especially now, it is hard to find a song, and there are gossip in the industry.

The price of Han Qiao's current lyrics is 200 million!
Expensive, but worth it.

If it wasn't for the fact that she and Han Qiao had a different relationship, she wouldn't even have the courage to make the request.

Han Qiao looked hesitant: "Zhiling, congratulations, you've already hosted the Golden Bell Awards."

talking.

Pulling the paper, wiping the thin sweat from his throat, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile: "Zhiling is very good."

"Brother Qiao..." Lin Zhiling's eyes were charming.

Han Qiao still wrote a song for Lin Zhiling, and he didn't fool her.

Gave her a golden song: "Love You Slowly."

This song.

Released in 2018, Li Ronghao wrote lyrics and composed music, Karen Mok sang.

The song won the golden song of the year at the 2018 Chinese Song Music Festival.

The melody is difficult, and the lyrics are delicate and tactful, expressing the girl's yearning for love.

"Brother Bridge..."

Lin Zhiling was only 1 meters tall and the carpet was very soft. She looked at Han Qiao.

Han Qiao narrowed his eyes. The night in Taipei was a bit stuffy. He leaned back and fell on the sofa: "I always like to write about the evening when I am overjoyed."

"The bicycle I rode and the conversation between him and her."

"Girl's white clothes." Han Qiao stared at Lin Chiling's plain white eyelashes.

With both hands, hair pulled back, and a slender neck, she looked up at Han Qiao with her legs resting on her waist.

"..." Han Qiao continued: "Boys love to see her wear it."

"A lot of bridges."

"Many are romantic."

"..."

"You liked me when I kissed you just now, right?"

"Brother Qiao, this sentence is the best." Lin Zhiling's nose opened and closed, his gills were like fish's cheeks, and he smiled: "I kissed you just now and you liked it too, right?"

"The lyrics are really good."

"Really?" Han Qiao's back was sore, and he simply said in emptiness, "Continue."

I like you slowly.

The lyrics are simple.

Han Qiao sang slowly, and Lin Chiling listened slowly. She didn't like to talk, so she could only nod.

Good lyrics.

She just nodded, and if the lyrics were not good, she would not nod.

"Slowly liking you."

"Slowly get intimate."

"Talk about yourself slowly."

"Slowly, I want to cooperate with you."

"........."

11:30 in the evening.

There was no one in the corridor, Lin Zhiling held the song written by Han Qiao in his arms.

After singing all night, her throat became hoarse: "Brother Qiao, thank you, I like it very much."

"Like songs?" Han Qiao was exhausted, his brain cells died by more than a billion, it was really not human's doing: "Just like it, Zhiling, you are amazing."

"I believe that you will sing this song well."

"Yeah." Lin Chiling's hair was loose, covering her neck, and said softly, "Brother Qiao, take a good rest."

talking.

Staggering, leaning against the wall, this song is so good.

She couldn't contain her joy.

With the door closed.

In the corridor, it was very quiet for a while.

She walked to the corner, and a woman's indifferent voice came: "Lin Zhiling, you are really shameless."

"Miss Ye?" Lin Chiling's eyes paused, Ye Xian guarded her, she smiled: "Miss Ye, you really have enough free time, you have been guarding her for so long."

"I'm warning you." Ye Xian frowned, eyes disgusted, contemptuous, and said contemptuously: "You don't even look at what you are, stay away from Han Qiao, otherwise, you will regret it."

"I don't?" Lin Zhiling straightened his back, she was taller than Ye Xian, condescending, and glanced at her eyes: "Miss Ye, who is Han Qiao with, you are not qualified to ask?"

Ye Xian is the same as the Empress Zhenggong.

"Snapped!"

Crisp applause.

Lin Chiling's eyes widened, subconsciously, she touched her face with her hands, burning hot, she was angry: "Ye Xian."

"Don't blame me for not warning you."

Ye Xian jumped up to fight, she was not tall enough, she was only 160, jumped up, 176, slapped and slapped, eyes gouged out: "Bitch, you bastard, you are in Taipei, what kind of gutter mouse, don't you think so?" clear?"

"Ye Xian!" Lin Zhiling covered his face and said resentfully: "You have the ability, you follow to Yanjing, and see yourself, who is it?"

"I'll go." Ye Xian sneered: "Not just a few rumored girlfriends."

Just one day.

She took down Han Qiao, Han Qiao's true love for her, and several rumored girlfriends.

Ye Xian believed that with her figure, appearance and educational background, it was impossible for Han Qiao not to want her.

and.

Han Qiao is stupid, Ye Xian thinks this way: "She can make Han Qiao admit her in one day, she is sure, seven days will make Han Qiao love her deeply."

"I'm watching." Lin Zhiling sneered, "Mrs. Han, I'm watching."

The elevator has arrived.

She turned around and entered the elevator. With a huge force, her legs became weak, and she fell headlong into the elevator.

His knee was burning and hurting, Lin Zhiling screamed, his hair flew wildly, and when he turned his head.

The elevator doors closed.

In the gap, Ye Xian folded her hands on her chest, with vicious eyes, she pushed Lin Zhiling.

The elevator doors shut completely.

Lin Chiling's eyes fell, and blood oozed from the bruise on her knee.

Hair hanging down.

Covering her face, hot tears wet the paper.

"lyrics!"

Lin Zhiling realized it later, holding the lyrics, with a happy expression on his face: "It's okay, it's okay, the lyrics are fine."

on paper.

The tears scalded a little bit, the tears were hot, and the white paper seemed to have a temperature.

She held the lyrics and put them on her chest. The hot lyrics pierced her heart.

"Ye Xian, I'm waiting. With this song, I will soon become famous." Lin Zhiling muttered, with a cold smile on his lips: "Mrs. Han."

………………

Han Qiao put away his clothes.

The plain white clothes are soft and have a scent. Lin Chiling made him a souvenir.

after all.

Lyrics are so beautiful.

Getting ready to sleep.

The door rang.

Han Qiao opened the door, staring at her with a smile on his lips: "Miss Ye, what are you?"

"Xiaoqiao." Ye Xian smiled charmingly: "The light in my room is broken, it's too dark at night."

"Oh." Han Qiao nodded: "Ms. Ye is afraid of the dark. I have no problem with the lights here. Why don't you lend them to Ms. Ye?"

"Okay." Ye Xian said, eyes worshiping: "Mr. Han, you are too gentle, just like my father. When I was young, I was afraid of the dark, and my father always coaxed me to sleep."

"That's it." Han Qiao nodded.

No, it's called Dad!

arrangement.

(End of this chapter)