Han Yu

Chapter 57

When the state staff came to Han's house, Father Han looked at the charge of tax evasion on his forehead, his face turned green and pale, he slapped the table and shouted hoarsely, "When did I evade taxes?"

The piece of paper that symbolized the evidence of the crime was pressed against the table with a thumping sound.

The roaring voice called Han Fang down from the upstairs. It had been a long time since he kept his law and order and counted ants at home.

Han slowed down his thoughts, and his footsteps hit their hearts unhurriedly. Looking at the man's seemingly insignificant idleness with a half-smiling smile, in fact, the coldness flashed through his eyes from time to time, and his heart didn't care. Feeling tense, they would rather Father Han jump up and overturn the table than look at the young master's gloomy appearance, it's too chilly in summer.

The scene suddenly became quiet, and Han Fang raised his eyebrows, with a smile that was not a smile, his eyes wandered around them a few times playfully, and suddenly he asked, "Why don't you continue to quarrel?"

He came down to find a place for his father.

At that moment, this idea was filtered in their minds, and after looking at each other for a while, one of them finally came out to smooth things over and said, "Where is this, Young Master Han, we are just here for routine business."

Han Fang was expressionless: "But you made my dad angry."

The man smiled falsely and wanted to talk nonsense, but he didn't want Han Fang to glance over and said quietly: "Don't laugh, hypocrisy."

"..."

The smile froze on his face.

The disgusted expression of the young master of the Han family was very conspicuous.

This posture looks a bit difficult to handle.

I still can't figure out what the current situation is like, I only know that the instructions from above are like this, but the problem is that the Han family is not doing anything right now, and they have to be careful when looking for trouble, and offend people should be reserved, which is really true The ones are a little drunk.

Obviously, he is just a dandy who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, but for some reason, it just inexplicably gives people a kind of unconscious pressure. Under the slightly squinted eyes, he will unconsciously break out in cold sweat. After all, he is a bit guilty , the confidence is not enough.

Han Fang turned his head and looked at the list on the table, raised his chin slightly and stretched out his hand to look at it for a while, after a few minutes, he seemed to have looked carefully, put it back, and tapped his fingers slightly.

As the finger tapped, they couldn't help but mention in their hearts that this young master of the Han family really deserved his notoriety, and he really wasn't someone to be trifled with.

"Leave the evidence, you go first."

"..."

Han Fang's expression remained motionless, "We need to identify the authenticity first."

"...Didn't you pay the tax yourself?"

Shouldn't she be well aware of whether Men Qing'er has handed over or not.

Han Fang sneered: "Why, they didn't even give time for reconciliation."

Taking advantage of the moment when they were speechless, Han Fang immediately whispered to Lao Tzu, who had been standing beside him as the background board.

"How much did you not pay?"

Father Han looked at his son who had grown up suddenly with complicated eyes, and heard him ask subconsciously sophistry: "Your father, I abide by the law, and the accounts are clear and I check them myself."

Han Fang lowered his voice, "You think I don't know it's a fake account?"

Father Han swallowed his saliva, and heard his son sneer: "If you have no loopholes, people won't catch you to investigate."

Father Han subconsciously raised his head to look at his son, seeing that the latter was not good at all, and finally heard his father say with satisfaction: "One day your brain finally has the same frequency as mine, and you also feel that there is someone Do it on purpose?"

Han Fang sneered, "The money you have spent in bribes over the years is not for nothing. How could you suddenly pierce the window paper and come to the door after all these years? There must be ghosts."

Father Han: "...Please don't be so blunt? Can't you be more tactful? That's called courtesy!"

Han Fang said in a sarcastic tone, "That's right, if someone opens the back door for you, you can give them some money, and it's reciprocal."

"..."

The most urgent thing to do is to think about who stabbed the knife in the back. Father Han sighed after thinking about it, and Han Fang raised his eyes, "Have a clue?"

Father Han's tone was full of vicissitudes, "No. You have offended too many people, I really can't figure it out."

"Stop here." Han Fang swallowed back the blood, and said slowly, "Isn't it aimed at you at this time, or something, don't put the shit bowl on my head."

Father Han glanced at him, "Can you guarantee that no one came after you?"

Han Fang fell silent.

How hated he is, he must know.

Well, the father and son are also drunk when they shirk their responsibilities at a critical moment.

Waiting over there got a little angry, seeing that the father and son completely left them aside without any sign of thinking about it, they couldn't help but take the initiative to find a sense of presence, saying that what they saw before was just a foreshadowing, and the main purpose was actually still there behind.

So the two of them turned their heads and stared at him with piercing eyes at the same time.

Cooperating with the storm is still behind.

A legal document was handed to him.

Someone sued Father Han for tax evasion, embezzlement and bribery, and used the money the company used to pay taxes to go out and spend a lot of money to buy officials. The big hats were so carelessly deducted one after another, Father Han was so angry that he could only hold back his breath. In a word, "...my son will go out to have a good time."

Han Fang clicked his tongue and reminded his father, "Dad, look at the signature."

Father Han looked down.

Sue the plaintiff, Han Xin.

Han Fang said abruptly: "The names are all gold, are you crazy to want to get rich?"

There was a coldness in his eyes.

All the fights in the nest have come out, but it's not because they want to get rich and want to go crazy.

Father Han lowered his head and stared at it for a while. The time was too long to make people feel anxious. The staff couldn't help but want to ask a question. Han Fang glanced over and said indifferently, "It's okay, he's buffering."

"..."

To be honest, Father Han felt that he had been hit hard.

Unexpectedly, the person who stabbed him in the back turned out to be his own family fighting in the nest. He was a little heartbroken, but it was his son who was calmer at the critical moment, "Who is he?"

But the surname Han must be somewhat related.

Father Han's voice choked up, "I don't know."

"..."

From up to Han down to down to the staff, the expressions of the staff are a little colorful. You said you don’t know that you still look distraught, what are you doing.

But Father Han added another sentence, "It should be your uncle."

He tightened his grip on the document, so hard that his knuckles turned white. The staff hesitated whether to remind him that the document was about to wrinkle. "I knew I shouldn't have kept him in the company in the first place."

The staff member with a gloomy tone flinched back, Han Anxin thought he wasn't in the way of others, what he regretted the most was that he couldn't kill people early, and now a grasshopper came out to jump around.

What does it matter.

The father and son thought at the same time, let it die.

Jiang Mo's fate was ill-fated. A few days after she flew back from studying abroad, she was notified that the flight ticket had been booked, and she was asked to go back to study abroad and take an examination of the title of erudition.

Jiang Mo looked at Jiang Jiang in disbelief.

That expression is commonly known as bewildered.

Before you can catch up with the object of your crush, let her go back, what a joke.

But the fact is right in front of him, Jiang Mo's only choice is whether to fly first class or not, and the ticket can be exchanged.

She yelled at Jiang Jiang with a crying voice, "Am I your own?"

Jiang Jiang comforted her, "The freckles on your face are exactly the same as your mother, do you think so, be good, don't cry."

"..." Jiang Mo's tears seemed to be stuck in the water, and she was happy to hear that she couldn't get up or down. In the end, Jiang Jiang didn't take anything except the paper scraps that were wiped all over her face with tissue paper. She did what she wanted, gritted her teeth and said, "Why?"

"You are too young."

"When I grow up, people will dislike me."

Jiang Jiang looked at Jiang Mo as if he suddenly thought of something, "You seem to be a few months older than him."

"...Don't worry about which pot won't open and which pot will be lifted, Dad?!"

"That's not the point."

Jiang Jiang nodded in agreement, "The point is that you are leaving the day after tomorrow."

"..."

Jiang Mo ran out with tears all over his face, still complaining unwillingly in his heart, and didn't see Jiang Jiang sighing complicatedly behind her.

I bumped into a person on the road, and that person didn't move at all, but Jiang Mo was knocked back a few steps, his hands were supported, and the gentle brother who looked up and met his eyes, wearing glasses showed his gentle temperament even more .

On this point, Jiang Qian has something in common with Han Fang. Seeing this kind of person belongs to the type who wants to keep a respectful distance.

Jiang Mo looked at the tears on Jiang Qian's face, his eyes flickered for a moment, then turned his lips slightly, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Qian.

Jiang Qian reached out to take it and wiped off the traces of embarrassment on his face, Jiang Mo lowered his eyes and said inexplicably, "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow?"

"……none of your business."

"Don't want to know why?"

Jiang Qian looked up at him.

Those eyes that had been crying were moist with water, and they looked at Jiang Mo clearly and cleanly. At that moment, he thought of Han Fang in a strange way. They overlapped strangely, the former was like a shimmering bay in a lake, and the latter was a light and sarcasm that seemed undisciplined but cold and inaccessible, only occasionally for a moment. , looking at you cleanly and purely without the slightest impurity.

He suddenly had an idea.

If Han Fang's eyes were as moist as they are now, what kind of wonderful scene would it be?

Just thinking about it was enough to make his heart tremble slightly.

In fact, in some respects, Han Fang and Jiang Qian are quite similar. Jiang Mo reckoned that if Qiao Yu didn't stop him, he would be happy to see the two become a pair.

If he still doesn't understand Han Fang's virtue that no one cares about, no one can walk into his heart. What his silly sister is thinking is destined to be a broken dream.

The voice that just cried is also slightly hoarse and soft, "Do you know the reason?"

Jiang Mo smiled and said, "Of course, it was my father who suggested that you come from where you came from and go back there."

Jiang Qian's pupils shrank and his whole body trembled in anger, "Why?"

Jiang Mo looked at Jiang Qian calmly, and said slowly: "You hate me, don't you? Why should I keep someone who hates me, who happens to be something I don't like very much, dangling in front of my eyes all day long."

With that malice, he said, "Of course it can be sent as far as it can be sent."

When he said this, his expression was still gentle and polite, like a handsome young man. From others' perspective, it was a warm scene of an elder brother comforting his crying sister, even though the younger sister was trembling with anger.

After Jiang Mo finished speaking, his eyes cooled down, and he left Jiang Qian to pass by and walked away. Jiang Qian's voice came from behind him: "Wait a minute."

Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, Jiang Qian lowered his head and clenched his fists. His voice came from the shadows, calm and flat.

"You haven't told me why."

"..." That brow frowned slightly in confusion, and then he showed a gentle smile, turned around slightly and narrowed his eyes to admire his sister's side face, "You forgot one thing."

Jiang Qian raised her face slightly.

"You're robbing Qiao Yu again."

"...he's not a thing."

He has his own right to choose.

Jiang Mo looked at her with some sarcasm and said, "Why didn't I realize that you are so naive, what he wants, he can either give or steal."

"He won't..."

The voice was so soft and murmured that Jiang Mo vaguely caught some fragments that were difficult to piece together, but he couldn't bear to tangle with Jiang Qian, so he just whispered in the end, "Isn't the Jiang family raising you so big?" Let you use it to make trouble."

If Jiang Qian insists on not leaving, he has plenty of ways to deal with it.

Jiang Qian calmed down too much. As far as Yu Jiangmo was concerned, as long as the other party didn't make trouble for nothing, he could generally ignore the other party's existence. Anyway, he had ignored the other party for so many years, so he could continue.

When she was leaving, she was waiting at the airport alone with her suitcase. When there were only 5 minutes left, an impulse suddenly surged in her heart. It was an impulse to see that person again. It's as if you'll never see that person again.

Jiang Qian didn't know that her premonition had come true, but hesitantly pressed that person's number with trembling hands, the rapid heartbeat even made her breathing feel tense.

The phone was connected not long after the call was made. There was some noise on the other end. After a while, there was a voice: "Hello?"

Jiang Qian's eyes became moist at that moment, and she tried her best to pretend to be relaxed, "It's me."

"...Jiang Qian?"

"kindness."

"..."

There was some noise over there.

"I'm leaving."

Han Fang was silent for a while and asked, "If you don't stay at home for a few more days, leave so soon?"

Tears dripped down to her heels.

"Yes." Jiang Qian's palms holding the phone felt faintly hot, her voice became unsteady, and she said softly, "I can't bear you."

The other end was quiet for a while, Han Fang seemed to be smoking a cigarette, and exhaled, "I seem to have a little too."

"...I will miss you."

"Farewell." The other end smiled, and Han Fang squeezed out the smoke on his fingertips with a slightly cold eye.

She heard the man say, "Don't think about a bad person like me."