"Brother Han."

The winter night is cold, the moon is cold, the stars are sparse, and the glass door on the balcony is closed, isolating the noise and hustle and bustle. The inside is lighted and wine is green, and the outside is deserted, as if it is two worlds.

Han Qiao looked back and Jinsha struggled to open the glass door. The luxurious princess dress was shining with shimmering, her arms were tightly held, and she shivered in cold weather.

"There are so many people inside, why is Brother Han here alone?" Jinsha looked outside, and the neon lights of the city shining.

"Where are you?" Han Qiao smiled, thought for a while, took off her suit jacket and put it on Jinsha, held a glass, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, the concert was successfully held."

"This is your celebration banquet, it's not good to sneak out alone."

"Tsk." Jin Sha tightened her clothes, her petite figure hidden under the suit, and her thin lips pursed, disagreed: "The people inside are just for money, I know the most, and it's not Brother Han, and I won't be today."

Han Qiao looked at Jin Sha innocently, a little ashamed, and said with relief: "If Jin Sha thinks this way, Brother Han will feel much more relaxed."

"Of course I know, Brother Han is the best to me." Jin Sha smiled like crescent moon, secretly looked at the banquet hall, held the hem of the skirt, reached out to hold Han Qiao, and ran outside the banquet hall.

Han Qiao was stunned for a moment, Jin Sha was soft and tender in her palms. She was about to speak, but she watched Jin Sha’s hair splattered by the wind, thinking that Jin Sha would have eleven concerts next, and she would vomit blood so tired that she would let her be presumptuous today.

The two ran all the way from the fire passage on the balcony to the parking lot. Jinsha kicked off her high heels, changed into flat slippers, started the sports car wildly, and waved at Han Qiao.

Han Qiao sat in the car: "When did you buy this sports car?"

"I bought it long ago."

Jinsha started the car, and the engine roared. As her feet stepped on the accelerator, red lightning rushed wildly on the road.

"Hahaha……"

Jinsha's hair was pulled by the wind facing him, and her childish face was full of excitement. When she turned around, she saw Han Qiao holding the seat belt tightly, her voice was blown by the wind: "Since my first album was sold, I bought this sports car and have been waiting for today."

"Brother Han, how about it?"

Han Qiao looked at Jin Sha going crazy and shut up very smartly.

The car drove to the East Fourth Ring Road. In the dark night, there were few vehicles on the straight road. Han Qiao looked increasingly remote and said to stop it: "It's getting late, so go back after you have enough fun."

Jin Sha's little face was full of excitement, the wind was cold and steep, but her skin was waving with abnormal roses. She looked at Han Qiao with her head provocatively, and bit her teeth: "Not enough, Brother Han is still afraid that I will be sold?"

Han Qiao felt something wrong and shouted seriously: "Stop."

"Tsk, it's boring."

Jin Sha muttered and stopped the car on the side of the road.

Han Qiao looked coldly, stretched out his hand and searched Jin Sha, searching all the corners of the car...

Jin Sha was lying on the back of the chair, Han Qiao came over, rudely pulling her skirt, her shy white neck climbed up with a crimson, and her voice was nervous: "Han...Brother Han... Are you sure you want to be here?"

"What are you thinking?" Han Qiao was so angry that he gave a head a crash. He looked at it seriously: "Put it there, take it out."

"What?"

"What did you say?" Han Qiao was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He was lucky to have you made his debut with you. You were so good, but he actually k flour and sneered: "Jinsha, you are promising. I just said why are you so abnormal tonight? It turns out that it is K flour. OK, I want to see how Sister Hong brought you..."

Jin Sha was dizzy, Han Qiao taught her lesson indiscriminately, tears rolled in her eyes, kicking her legs irritably, and shouting, "I don't."

"No?" Han Qiao pointed to the rearview mirror: "Look at it yourself, is your face normal? Also, you are desperate to drive and are so excited. Do you usually look like this?"

In the rearview mirror.

Jin Sha looked at her blushing face, which was indeed a bit abnormal. She watched Han Qiao lying in front of her, her small breasts fluctuated nervously, and she was not angry: "I'm not a child, and it's normal for her blushing to be so strong."

"real?"

"Of course it's true." Jin Sha looked at Han Qiao, and her body was floating in front of Han Qiao. Her pink mouth was opened and her small teeth were whistling: "If you don't believe me, you can smell it..."

I'm not a dog.

Han Qiao didn't pay attention to the crampedness in Jin Sha's eyes, and retracted in disgust: "It's so stinking..."

"Remember...be sure to guard..."

Jin Sha was a little unconfident and glanced at the rearview mirror. She was obviously so cute...

"You are smelly, you are the smelliest."

"Your whole family is smelly."

Jin Sha didn't even think about it and went up to Han Qiao... Her pink lips blocked Han Qiao, her eyes widened...

………………………………………

"Ache..."

The cloudy days have been clear and the sun is warm and the people are lazy.

Han Qiao wrapped her clothes tightly, took out a tissue and wiped her nose, coughing abnormally...

"Is sick?" Xia Wen's professional attire, with exquisite makeup, turned around and looked up, and looked up: "What did you do with Jinsha last night? I left so many people behind, and I still caught a cold today."

As he said that, Xia Wen's tone became more and more suspicious: "There is also the girl Jinsha who used to stay in the company and never left. She contacted Sister Hong early in the morning and went to Shenghai..."

Han Qiao thought about last night, and still couldn't help but shivered in the cold. He shook his head, cleaned up some of them, and patted his hot face: "Oh, nothing was done. That girl Jinsha said she wanted to repay me and invited me to eat something."

"real?"

"Of course it's true."

Xia Wen's eyes were as sharp as a raging one, which made Han Qiao feel guilty. It was not me who took the initiative. I didn't do it, so I simply asked, "Why did Zhongying suddenly ask us to have a meeting today?"

Xia Wen turned on the air conditioner and looked at the rearview mirror: "It's not that sudden, you've been busy all the time. It's the new year, and China Film also has a task. Okay, don't think about it. This opportunity I finally asked for. You haven't always wanted to make movies. This time I can communicate with top domestic directors and company producers, but it's a good opportunity."

"Communication?" Han Qiao pondered.

China Film is the leading company of China Film, in charge of domestic film affairs. Last year, in 2002, in order to recover the film industry, China's theaters reorganized and officially opened up the channels for private films and allowed private enterprises to publish films. China's film industry officially began an era of wild growth.

The building is about to rise.

Han Qiao thought.

"What are you thinking?" Xia Wen turned his head and saw Han Qiao pondering, and his pretty face seriously emphasized: "China Film Festival holds regular film industry exchange meetings every year. You don't often say that filming movies in China is not stories, but human relationships."

"Human relationships and worldly things..." Xia Wen said it again, she was afraid that Han Qiao would smash the situation again this time.

"You remember everything I said."

"So I hope you can remember what I said." Xia Wen applied lipstick to the rearview mirror and pursed his lips. The beauty in the mirror smiled slightly and turned to Han Qiao: "Does it look good?"

"It's okay." Han Qiao coughed.

"It's okay, it's very good." Xia Wen didn't care about Han Qiao's evaluation, got out of the car with his legs, his temperament was elegant and his combat power was fully utilized.

Han Qiao was confused.

When he arrived at Zhongying, Han Qiao completely understood that when Xia Wen returned to Zhongying, he was like going home by himself. This aunt, that aunt... without exception, if you say a few words, you will be introduced to Xia Wen.

Han Qiao watched Xia Wenlian get rid of the generation and fool the elders.

The two of them took the elevator to the 19th floor. Xia Wen's straight waist suddenly collapsed. He patted his head against the elevator and looked at Han Qiao bitterly: "These elders who urged marriage are much more troublesome than running a company, and I'm so tired..."

Han Qiao didn't speak.

He can't even settle his bad relationship.

The two left the elevator.

A large number of people came towards me. The old man in front of me was neat suit, with a dragon and tiger strolling, a head full of silver hair, and his face was full of vicissitudes of life without anger. He listened to the people around him whispering.

Xia Wen pulled Han Qiao's clothes and walked up with a smile: "Master Han."

Han Sanping saw Xia Wen and smiled kindly: "It turned out to be Xia Yatou, why did you come to me today..."

"Master Han, you forgot, I am also a representative of the company." Xia Wen spoke in a coquettish manner, complaining in a coquettish manner: "It seems that the starry sky of the times is not yet in the eyes of Master Han..."

"You girl..." Sanping laughed and said to the people around him: "This girl is going to be our army."

"I know that you and Xiao Song and others have built a company. It's pretty good. I heard that all the productions are TV series..."

"Where is there..." Xia Wen pulled Han Qiao: "Our company also has movies, hey, this is director Han Qiao, and our movie will be released during the Spring Festival."

Han Qiao said politely: "Hello, Mr. Han."

Han Sanping looked at Han Qiao. Han Qiao was neither humble nor arrogant. Han Sanping nodded: "The young man is very energetic."

Said.

Several people walked towards the conference room. Han Sanping thought of it and turned back to Xia Wen and said, "Why is it the Spring Festival?"

"What's wrong with the Spring Festival?" Xia Wenming asked knowingly.

"You girl, you don't know the market before filming a movie, and you're just messing around." Han Sanping taught his younger generation a lesson: "This Spring Festival, Zhang Yimou's "Hero" is a crucial work for our mainland movies, and the group attaches great importance to it."

"And Feng Xiaogang's mobile phones, Feng Xiaogang's works have always been good..."

"You released a movie during the Spring Festival. What's this not a fool?"

Said.

After looking at Han Qiao, he was too young, and shook his head: "How much has he invested?"

"5 million." Xia Wen warned Han Qiao.

"That's not a lot, young people practice their skills." Han Sanping didn't care. 5 million is not a small investment, but in the eyes of the giant Zhongying, it's a bit too much to see.
To be continued...