Husband, can you do it?

As soon as Mr. Yao heard this, he knew that he had a serious background, so he pretended not to hear the harsh words.He quickly reached out and took Qiao Han's hand and shook it vigorously.

"Are you participating in their filming? Is it the original author or the screenwriter!"

"No, no, just a little opinion on the selection of roles."

"You are so talented! Great writer! Yao Ting hasten to come and toast!"

Yao Ting came over with a wine glass and made a toast.

Qiao Han is less polite, he is really greedy for alcohol, delicacies from mountains and seas without white wine is like eating noodles with fried sauce, but garlic is not the same taste.

"You keep fish in such a small cup! Come on, do this!"

Picking up the teacup, he poured a big cup!

"Dry!"

Qiao Han got bored after taking a sip.

Yao Ting was dumbfounded, he only took one or two glasses of wine, and Qiao Han had three or two.How do you drink this wine?

Yao Ting gritted her teeth and fought hard to win the role.

It was like drinking poison, so I drank it.The face is twisted into one piece.

Mr. Yao took this opportunity to question Qiao Han again.

"The novel you wrote, you must have a character image in your heart! Then what do you think of Yao Ting?"

Qiao Han is a bit torn,

"To be honest, I'm here to eat! I shouldn't be participating in the opinions. I have no position!"

"Why not? You are the original author. You know better than anyone else what the protagonist looks like. Your words have a certain influence on the director and Mr. Wen."

"Then I said so?"

Qiao Han looked at Wen Zhuo, I said it!

Wen Zhuo didn't expect Mr. Yao to press on every step of the way, so he didn't see what it meant that the investor and the director didn't speak?Do you have to force people to speak out?

Yao Ting's act of peeling shrimp in order to win the role made Wen Zhuo very disgusted. Can he sell himself in order to get the role?

"Don't be unhappy. If you want me to tell you, he is not good. You can't even understand military boxing. What else are you doing?"

"Hey, don't these have doubles?"

"Then I'll find a stand-in to act, and I'll be able to become a big star! He's not good at all."

"That's right, as an actor, he's as good as a real soldier! Ordinary people who are soldiers can't! You can?"

"Yes!"

Qiao Han put the wine glass aside.

"I'll open your eyes today. Just play the simplest military boxing!"

Qiao Han also chose an open place.

Qiao Han is usually joking and joking, but he is not a serious person, but he is lively and cheerful, and he can scold a lot with his mouth. I don't know how powerful he is.

Wen Zhuo knows that his wife's Dharma stick technique is invincible.But I haven't seen much of his boxing skills.

Qiao Han straightened his trousers. After eating too much, he secretly loosened a buckle of his belt. He was so useless that he didn’t need the belt just to eat more.Now buckle up.

At that stop, Rusong lifted his spirits and his eyes lit up a little.

Then practice started, kicking, punching, and shooting. Every blow was windy, and the standard speed of the movements was fast.

Putting on airs and real kung fu can compete with each other at once.

Director Mao's eyes lit up, Qiao Han's skill is really good!Able to write and martial arts.

"Who doesn't learn this during military training? What's the point? Our actors will learn more. You can't say that you can play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I can also play guitar, play Go, sing and dance."

Yao Ting didn't admit it, it was just military boxing, he was proficient in these things, he just didn't learn it for so long.

"Aren't you convinced? Come on, let's compete. It's a mule or a horse out for a walk. If you can beat me, Director Mao, I'll tell you. I highly recommend you. Director Mao respects the author very much. He said If I think it is suitable, I will notify the audition, "

As soon as Yao Ting heard this, he came and compared, and he also relied on his strength to conquer directors and investors.

"Qingqi, calligraphy and painting, right? All right! Do as you want!"

Qiao Han is very generous, respect Yao Ting, choose your specialty!

Yao Ting really thought it was piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and cleared his throat.

"Then I'll sing a song for you all. The name of the song is..."

"Oh my mother!"

Qiao Han cut off his words.

Before Yao Ting could react, the shot was like lightning, so he rushed towards Yao Ting, grabbed his shoulder, squeezed it, and grabbed Yao Ting's arm and wrist with the other hand, and he was behind Yao Ting as soon as he turned around. , Yao Ting's arm was twisted to the lower back.

Qiao Han immediately kicked him in the hollow of his knee. Yao Ting was kicked and knelt on the ground. Ting's head, pressed against the ground, was discussing the script with Director Mao today, and there was a marker pen in his pocket. Qiao Han took out the pen, bit off the cap, and brushed on Yao Ting's face. Swipe and draw a little bastard.Throwing the pen away, he slapped Yao Ting on the back of the head.

"Are you convinced? Do you admit defeat? If you don't admit defeat, I'll beat you! Tell me!"

Gritting his teeth, he slapped him again.

"I'm convinced, I'm defeated!"

Yao Ting was screaming just now, but no one rescued him despite his yelling, and he couldn't get rid of Qiao Han who was riding on his back even though he struggled hard.Being pressed and beaten, is it okay for him to refuse to admit defeat?Haven't been beaten to death yet?This face is ruined, how can he still act?

Good man, spare your life!Those who know current affairs are heroes!

Qiao Han snorted, and slapped Yao Ting on the back again.

"Little calf, I don't care about your flirting, but you're hooking up with my husband, that's not okay! Do you want to die if you court my husband in front of me! If I didn't scratch your face, it's up to Mr. Yao , if you dare to come again, I am not capturing horses and losing paintings, but killing people and burying corpses!"

After holding his ear to warn him, he stopped sitting on Yao Ting's back with his butt, and kicked Yao Ting's ass after getting down.

Qiao Han clasped his fists at Vice President Mao and Wen Zhuo!

"Qiqi loses the painting, the performance is over!"

When Mr. Yao saw Qiao Han beating Yao Ting, he wanted to get up and help Yao Ting, but was held down by Director Mao.

Mr. Yao yelled angrily, asking Director Mao that a screenwriter just hit an actor?Is he crazy?That's my brother!

After Qiao Han subdued Yao Ting in twos and twos, and heard the sentence of seducing his husband in front of him, Mr. Yao fell silent like a dynamite that was extinguished by a bubble of urine.

Yao Ting took the initiative to be courteous to Wen Zhuo, peeling shrimp and serving him, implying that he would do anything.Although he didn't say anything, his thoughts were already on the surface.

Mrs. Wen caught him straight, who else would he beat?

However, this Mrs. Wen's temper is also like a fire, and she won't take a single loss. It's not a big deal yet, let's get a beating first.

Yao Ting was in a bit of a miserable situation, her arm was twisted, her back was twisted, and a bastard was drawn on the left side of her face.

"Put on the pigeon egg diamond wedding ring tomorrow. The ring I bought for you is a bit too small. Some people can't see it with bad eyesight. Or did they not see it on purpose?"

Qiao Han took the towel and wiped his hands.Said he lost his temper at Wen Zhuo, and pointed at Yao Ting.

"The food in this restaurant is not good. I don't like it. Husband, you have a serious stomach problem. Eating outside casually will cause stomach pain. You should go home to eat on time in the future. The child is waiting for us at home, I want to go back .”

Can Wenzhuo not hear it?This is to make him reduce or even avoid attending such parties in the future.

"Let's go home."

Wen Zhuo quickly stood up.

"Excuse me."

When they left the door hand in hand, Qiao Han shook off his hand.

"Don't be angry, I didn't eat."

"I'm bothering you."

"I won't participate in the future, and I will go home for dinner on time."

"Drinking, don't you say that drinking tastes strong, don't hold hands!"

"I don't hate you."

"I hate you!"

"Want to eat barbecue?"

"Humph!"

"May I give you a bath?"

"Humph!"

"I kneel on the washboard when I get home?"

"Go away! You've figured it out, I can't bear it!"

The two said that they were bickering but they were actually in love, so they went far.

Director Mao nodded to Yao Ting.

"Put your mind on your acting skills. It's better to polish your acting skills than anything else."

Vice President Guo sighed. ,

"Mr. Yao, tell us about this matter. We really don't blame Mrs. Wen for losing his temper. You also said that you knew Mr. Wen, so you don't know how decent our Mr. Wen is? Let alone not married, who did he have sex with before marriage?" Have you ever been in a mess? What are you posting here!"

Yao Ting didn't complain about the beating.

"I didn't even know they were a couple!"

Mr. Yao's face collapsed, I really didn't expect it.Why do you bring your wife to this kind of dinner?

After having another meal with Qiao Han, and swore never to participate in this kind of game again, Qiao Han was happy.

At the same time, old man Wen got the verdict and crumpled the whole paper angrily.

"Dad, Wen Zhuo is crazy now. He has run the company and won't give us shares if he makes a profit!"

The second uncle complained.

"What is the company of Qiao's family? He gave so many shares of the company to Qiao Han, and now it belongs to Qiao Han. Then why is it owned by Qiao Han? It was founded by my father after more than 30 years of hard work. He took over his father's hard work in a single change, and he is a member of the Wen family, but he has never done anything good for the Wen family! He even gave away his own property to others.

Uncle San's voice is louder,

"He has murdered his own father, what kind of Wen family is he, he is a beast, enemy! Dad, if things go on like this, he will only be revenged and humiliated!"

Sigu continued to add oil and vinegar.

"Father, think of a way! You can make him so arrogant!"

"To get the profits from the shares,"

Old man Wen was gloomy, and raised his hand to stop their chatter.

"Wen Juan's revenge is long-term, he's taking revenge on his mother,"

When Wenzhuo was kidnapped back then, Pei Caiwei went door to door begging her second uncle, third uncle and fourth aunt to lend her money to save her son, and Pei Caiwei knelt down anxiously.But none of them borrowed a penny.

Now the company is in Wen Zhuo's hands, and those profit dividends are also in Wen Zhuo's hands. If Wen Zhuo refuses to give it, they can only ask for it again and again.Just like Pei Caiwei begged them back then, it became them begging Wen Zhuo's family.

In Wen Zhuo's eyes, there was not much money, but there was a lot of humiliation.