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"Nonsense, nonsense!"

In the early morning, layers of thin smoke-like mist linger in the mountains, and in front of the villa, there is a clear lake, and the golden sun shines everywhere.

Beidaihe.

The closest resort to Yanjing, the sea breeze in March gently caresses the earth.

All things are born in spring, a good time for relaxation and joy. In the villa, the man hissed and roared angrily, piercing the air like an arrow, and the lingering sound was still shaking: "Too much bullying, too much bullying, Han Qiao is not a son of man. "

study.

Brother Chen Kai had dark circles under his eyes, cyber violence, pressure from public opinion, layers of turbulent waves tore at his body, and he fled to Beidaihe overnight.

Shame follows everywhere.

Poetry master!
travelling poet!

His decades-long artistic life, and the artistic achievements he has pursued professionally, are like a joke at this time.

Disgraceful nickname.

With tired eyes, he looked at the newspaper ferociously, tore it up angrily, threw it with both hands, it was like snowflakes, messed up all over the place, leaned back, collapsed on the sofa, and murmured to himself: "What's wrong with me? Feeling agitated, beyond words, I recited Du Fu's poems, what's wrong with me."

"Yes."

"It's all caused by Han Qiao. If it wasn't for him, the shameful nickname of Little Poetry Master would never have happened to me."

study.

There was a mess everywhere, Chen Kai's back was facing the sun, his face was ugly, and he thought to himself: "The Han thief is arrogant. Fortunately, I will be released soon. This time, I want him to see clearly. Movies are not based on hype, relationships, or relationships. Rely on cleverness, movies, rely on real talent and learning."

thinking.

Brother Chen Kai's dark complexion eased, Han Qiao is a grasshopper after autumn, and he will not be able to jump for a few days.

"Brother Kai."

Outside.

Chen Hong was holding a bowl of porridge. Brother Chen Kai was under a lot of mental stress. She couldn't rest well, her face was haggard, and she pushed open the door with worry in her eyes.

She knows Brother Chen Kai's temperament best, no matter how old he is, in fact, he is just like a child.

Such a blow.

For him, it was too cruel, thinking, Chen Hong's face became more and more gentle.

Ignoring the mess everywhere, he stirred the porridge and whispered softly: "Brother Kai, I haven't eaten properly for a few days, drink the porridge and sleep well."

talking.

Chen Hong put down the porridge, moved slowly behind Brother Chen Kai, put her light white wrist on Brother Chen Kai's shoulder, kneaded it, and said easily: "Others don't have the vision and heart of the Palme d'Or, they are all ordinary people, Director Chen Get angry with them and lift them up."

"no appetite."

Brother Chen Kai turned his hand and groped the back of his wife's soft hand. The woman was like a hot spring, nourishing his anxious and dry heart, and sneered: "They still can't offend me. I am Qi Hanqiao. What is the difference between such a shameful nickname and a big-character poster? Han Qiao is a Hongwei soldier, arrogant and rude."

"Zhuzi, I don't know etiquette."

Brother Chen Kai was indignant. He was targeting Han Qiao, but that was an academic dispute.

Criticizing Han Qiao is for his own good, hoping that he will improve.

Han Qiao is so disappointing that he can't stand a little criticism, just a nickname.

The chest is too shallow.

Brother Chen Kai complained to himself.

The more Chen Hong listened, the more frightened she became, and her expression was sad.

Brother Chen Kai is not sensible, but she knows that the Olympic Committee will approve Han Qiao's proposal.

Look at it this way.

Han Qiao is very likely to personally participate in the preparation of the Olympic Games Opening Ceremony. He is only 24 years old this year.

You need people, you need money, you need prestige, and now you have prestige.

This kind of people.

If it's a troubled time, it's a separatist prince. After all, Brother Chen Kai is a well-known counselor.

Counselors, counselors, counselors, if they offend the princes, they may be killed.

Prejudice.

In the country, other princes now have to look at Han Qiao's face, Chen Kai has offended him.

Difficulty.

It's impossible to say, thinking about it, Chen Hong prayed to God in his heart: "God, Wuji must win Xiuchun Dao, otherwise, we will really become rats crossing the street and flee in a hurry."

"Chen Hong, why don't you speak?"

in the study.

Brother Chen Kai's face was ugly, he glanced sideways, and said dissatisfiedly, "Do you still want to say good things about Han Qiao?"

"As I said earlier, Han Qiao has evil intentions. He respects me on the surface, but he might slander me behind his back." Brother Chen Kai sneered, and said happily, "Now, you can see clearly that Han Qiao is not what you call a gentleman at all."

"Brother Kai."

Chen Hong sighed: "You have targeted him several times, he must have resentment."

talking.

Frowning her eyebrows, she persuaded softly, "Husband, Han Qiao is really powerful now. I didn't go to Korea recently, and you wouldn't believe me if I told you. Girls' Generation is very popular there."

"Han Qiao's company is not only in the mainland, but also in Southeast Asia, Xiangjiang, and even the United States."

"us."

"What do you want to say?" Chen Kai's face darkened, he shrugged, shook off Chen Hong's hand, and said sarcastically, "You think I'm a poor wretch who will submit to power?"

"husband."

"Get out." Brother Chen Kai said coldly, "I don't want to see you now."

"husband."

With tears in her eyes, Chen Hong was as gentle as water, calling softly, "Husband, I don't have one."

"go out."

Brother Chen Kai pushed Chen Hong domineeringly, ignored Chen Hong's begging, and said coldly, "Chen Hong, you have changed, you make me very strange."

Chen Hong was having a hard time, and explained: "Husband, I..."

"boom"

The door was slammed shut, and with a loud vibration, the entire villa trembled.

Chen Hong was shut outside the door.

After being rejected, she frowned lightly, her face was sad, and her slender back was close to the door.

"Honey, I'm doing it for your own good!"

………………

Berlin.

Northeastern Germany, the administrative division of Germany, is not called a province, but a state.

Berlin is a city state, equivalent to a municipality, divided by the Spree and Havel rivers.

Geographically.

Berlin is the dividing line between Eastern Europe and Western Europe. Its architectural style is mostly Gothic in Western Europe.

Berlin is a very beautiful city with lots of great food.

"Ah."

The sun is shining, the opening ceremony of the Berlin International Film Festival is tomorrow, and there is nothing left or right.

Han Qiao took Zhang Jing to the place, don't get me wrong, Lao Gu begged him, there was no way, Lao Gu wanted to accompany his wife.

Zhang Jing was very unhappy that his mistress had to be entrusted to his confidant younger brother.

At last.

They reluctantly agreed, and the two rented a carriage. European horses are generally tall.

The driver sits in front.

The two sat in the back, the space in the carriage was small, and it was inevitable that their arms touched occasionally.

Zhang Jingchu was very happy, wearing a purple floral dress, and the sunshine in Berlin was very good.

A pair of lotus root white legs, white and exposed, white sailor socks, black leather shoes, eyes adoring, pointing to the bronze statue in the distance: "Master Han, what is that?"

"That's a statue." Han Qiao said lazily. On the plane, Zhang Jing knew him thoroughly. She was a kind girl.

Not stingy at all, lazily raised his eyelids, and sighed: "Berlin is really the capital of art, no wonder there are some artworks that fail the rankings and then get employed."

"Master Han." Zhang Jing touched Han Qiao's arm with Zhang Jing's arm, and touched Han Qiao's leg with his leg.

"Bxjxhxh."

The driver gave a sudden cry, raised the reins, and the carriage turned.

"Ouch."

Zhang Jingchu staggered and hit her head on the carriage. The next moment, her body lost control and fell into Han Qiao's arms.

"The speed is fast." Han Qiao smiled, "Sit still."

"Master Han."

Zhang Jingchu's voice was weak: "The carriage is too fast, I can't sit still, can I borrow Master Han's shoulder?"

"random."

Zhang Jing was there, with her head resting on Han Qiao's shoulder, and within a few minutes, her hands were around Han Qiao's arm.

Puffy, with her arms embedded, her jet-black hair was blowing in the wind, and she said happily, "Master Han, the Royal Forest Plaza is in front of you."

She seduces me!

The corner of Han Qiao's mouth curled into a smile: "Quiet place, I heard that the French Cathedral is on the north side of the square. I have committed a lot of sins. I'm going to the prayer room, so I should go and repent."