"Too."

He Run understood and thought about it, and was about to walk over with his legs.

Han Qiao shouted: "I'm here. Who is pointing fingers? I've sent a lawyer's letter."

Said.

He grabbed Qin Lan, protected behind him, looked at the messy reporter, and said seriously: "I am here, I don't go anywhere, anyone is doing it, I promise, don't think of hearing a word from me today."

Turning to look at Qin Lan: "It's okay."

"It's okay." Qin Lan held Han Qiao's hand and complained: "Did Huang Yi notify you to leave?"

"Whatever you say, I won't go anywhere when you are here." Han's scumbag didn't change his expression.

"Um."

Qin Lan's pretty face flushed and she lowered her head shyly.

The two showed their love as if no one was around, and the exciting reporter blushed. As mentioned earlier, the reporter was a group of sharks who chose people and ate them. They smelled the smell of blood and moved forward.

Long spears and short cannons, astigmatism lights are everywhere.

Han Qiao shamelessly pointed at a reporter who reached his nose with impolite rudely: "If you don't get him away, I won't say a word today."

He said yes, and pursed his lips tightly with a cold face.

The reporter looked at each other for a moment, and the reporter shouted: "Don't be fooled, Han Qiao is going to divide us, brothers, unite."

"Whoever gets him away first, I'll be the first to answer his question."

"Damn, Han Qiao, you..."

The reporter looked at the hand that was stretched out from somewhere in horror. His body was pulled back uncontrollably. He quickly shouted at Han Qiao in a mournful manner: "Brother Han, I was wrong, right..."

Han Qiao looked at the reporter drowned in the sea of ​​people.

He raised his hand and started pointing again, pointing to a reporter. The reporter looked at the people around him in panic. He pointed almost all the reporters.

A fellow Taoist who dies will not die.

They are all journalists, and no one knows who.

Han Qiao just said that the next person who was unlucky would be himself.

Seeing that the scene was controlled, Han Qiao smiled: "Dear reporters, you are welcome to travel thousands of miles to find me in the deep mountains and forests. Fortunately, I am very sad."

Don't hit people with a smile.

The reporter looked at each other, and one of the female reporters was not touching the ground and stretched out her microphone: "Hello Brother Han, what do you think of the news about your tax evasion in the recent news?"

"Slander is definitely slander." Han Qiao said righteously: "I, Han, walks in a straight manner and can stand the investigation. Here, I welcome everyone to supervise and I will also announce my financial report."

"Then I ask if you can earn 45 million in two years of entering the industry, and scientists will never make so much money in their lifetime. What do you think of this phenomenon? Is the value of celebrities higher than that of scientists?"

"Celebrities and scientists make a living by their own abilities, and those who work hard should be respected by everyone."

"The division of labor in society is different, but we are all part of socialism and are all fighting for the construction of a beautiful and prosperous motherland."

Han Qiao said it was so high-end.

"But many people on the Internet say that Xing was an actor in ancient times, and Han Qiao was the top player in the building. Do you think this statement is reasonable?"

"Top card." Han Qiao laughed silently: "As far as I know, the top card piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songs and essays in ancient times are all excellent, and they all look outstanding. I didn't expect that everyone would regard me as awesome as I see it, and I feel ashamed of it."

Hanqiao is continuously chopped and beaten, and it is not smooth.

The reporters were all a little disappointed. Han Qiao had been in a long time now and was no longer the same as the one who was originally Han Daji. At this time, a reporter was silly and held up the microphone: "Brother Han, do you have any opinions on Liu Xiaoqin's imprisonment?"

Han Qiao hasn't spoken yet.

The reporter was besieged by his companions: "As such an important opportunity, just ask this question, waste, waste."

"I'm sick, what can I think? Han Qiao is not stupid."

"Call him away."

The reporter was a little depressed, and pulled the person behind him, holding the microphone unwillingly.

Han Qiao was serious. At this time, no normal industry insiders would express their opinions. After all, they offended people. I thought about it: "Liu Xiaoqin is a senior. I shouldn't have said anything about her, but this time, she did something wrong and did it too much."

"I despise Liu Xiaoqin's behavior very much. Moreover, I am perverted here. From now on, I will never cooperate with any artist who violates the law and discipline. Pangu Film and Television will not use any artist who loses his morality."

"What?"

"Damn it, Han Dazui is worthy of being Han Dazui."

"That's Liu Xiaoqin!"

The reporter was a little quiet for a moment, and then he turned his eyes red and stretched out his microphone desperately: "Brother Han, do you think Liu Xiaoqin is an artist who has lost his moral character?"

"Yes."

Han Qiao said seriously.

The reason why darkness follows like a shadow is that light never shines, and chaos in the entertainment industry is everywhere, Han Qiao will live like a beam of light.

I really can't make it.

Go back and run the company honestly, who knows that I am behind the scenes?

The interviews were conducted in an orderly manner.

The sun is about to set.

The reporter was about to finish work. Liu Zifu, deputy director of "Storm 2", came out from somewhere and pulled the loudspeaker. His attitude was very kind and enthusiastic: "Welcome to the crew of "Storm 2". Fortunately, everyone has suffered. The crew has prepared drinks and food for everyone. Dear reporters and friends can come in and rest."

"If there are friends from journalists who want to leave, the crew will also prepare a car for everyone."

Liu Zifu's arrangement is very popular.

This place is in the deep mountains, except for bamboo, and I am wading through the mountains and rivers with equipment. I am already as tired as a dog. I heard this and said, "Thank you, Director Liu, Director Liu is generous."

"The crew of Fengyun 2 has a conscience."

"We'll have a good interview later."

Han Qiao was stunned.

Dog day.

I am still too young.

The staff took the reporter to the cafeteria and wanted to go back to the car. However, the actor was standing at the door of the cafeteria, and the actor under the car was smiling.

Liu Zifu ordered, patted Han Qiao's shoulder with a smile, and said seriously: "Han Qiao, thank you for your contribution to the Fengyun 2 crew. Don't worry, Xiao Lan will be on the crew in the future, and I will follow you."

"After that being said, it's all fate." Liu Zifu sighed: "If it weren't for some misunderstandings, Han Qiao, you were also a member of the Fengyun crew. Unexpectedly, you lost you and welcomed your girlfriend. It seems that we are destined to be a family."

The thin eyes narrowed, as if he said it again, the whole family would not speak the two family words.

What can Han Qiao do? I didn’t see him threatening him, Qin Lan was still in the crew, and said loudly: “Director Liu is so polite. Who will be with us? You will be my brother Liu in the future.”

"Brother Han."

"Brother Liu."

The two of them held their hands tightly, and they screamed more and more affectionately. Han Qiao's eyes were even rosy, and shed tears in her eyes.

Liu Zifu was excited and held Han Qiao's hand heavily: "Brother Han, I have something to do, brother, let's talk later."

"Brother Liu, go and do it, this place is the same as my home."

Liu Zifu turned around and couldn't help thinking: "I missed it, missed it, Han Qiao is a natural acting guy."

...

"Puff."

Qin Lan smiled like a flower, stretched out her hand to wipe Han Qiao's tears, and held back her smile: "Everyone is gone."

"Wow, you still laugh at me." Han Qiao felt aggrieved: "If it weren't for someone, why would I be like this?"

"I know you are good to me." Qin Lan smiled, her red lips slightly opened, and she said ambiguously: "That's it, I'll repay you later."

"You said that."

"Am I the one who brings me to repay you?"

The two walked side by side, and Han Qiao couldn't help asking: "Are you serious?"

Qin Lan rolled her eyes, and she seemed to be so, and she was a little worried: "Senior brother, is it really okay?"

Senior brother?

It seems that Qin Lan is in a very good mood. On the sunny day, Han Qiao said calmly: "What can happen? You all think this is a crisis, but I think this is an opportunity."

"Um?"

"The secret of heaven cannot be leaked." Han Qiao slapped Qin Lan's buttocks, watching her buttocks tremble, and laughed.

"You're going to die." Qin Lan quickly looked around, still frightened.

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To be continued...