Han Yu

Chapter 58

The economic crisis of the Han family began to show itself bit by bit quietly.

The torrential rain in summer came so quickly and quickly, even though the windows in the room were closed firmly, the sound of the rain crackling still reached Han Fang's ears. He sat in the room with the drawing paper spread out in front of him, The paint on the palette was fresh and tender, and it was randomly discarded on the ground. The surrounding drawing paper was also scattered and piled up. The strong color left a stroke on the pure white paper, and it was discarded before any more modifications were made. The master dismissed it indifferently and tossed it aside.

Some were kneaded into balls irritably, and more were pure white but stained white papers that were thrown aside. Han Fang sat in the middle of this pile of drawing papers, with a slightly cool expression on his face. Only the whitish phalanx of holding the paintbrush so hard showed how agitated he was, almost wanting to pinch the paintbrush deeply.

In the end, he just exhaled slowly and relaxed, and kneaded the brows that were slightly irritated and furrowed with some headaches. He still felt a little dull pain, and leaned back against the bed, with a somewhat dull expression Looking up at the pendant lamp on the ceiling, it is a very beautiful color when it is lit, just like every beautiful color on this drawing paper.

It's a pity that they are all rubbish to be kneaded and discarded.

Some faint arguments from downstairs could be heard over the noisy rain.

"... Where's the money?"

Han Fang seemed to have just heard those words, and he could imagine how his father gritted his teeth, otherwise he wouldn't have roared so loudly, and in the end he looked a little helpless and exhausted.

"Is there any news from today's house?"

That whisper was like the last life-saving straw, and it was slowly spit out from the mouth.

The answer seemed to be an unhappy one.

Han Dafa probably couldn't hear it, but at the same moment, the two of them closed their eyes while listening to the sound of rain outside the window, feeling a little tired.

The heavy rain outside the window became more and more violent, as if it was a sign of something. Not passing is life.

The Han family has been headed for so many years, and it's time to step down and give way. I just don't know who is so lucky to eat the fattest piece of meat. Thinking about it like this, almost all directions will start to move around, wanting to pick it off impatiently. The formerly kind and hypocritical shell exposed his wolf ambition.

Han Fang suddenly opened his eyes.

Getting up from the pile of drawing papers, some of the drawing papers beside him clattered down with his movements, making a slight noise. Han Fang lowered his head following the sound, and there was a stroke of color he just painted on it. , seems to be an unfinished arc, who knows what he wants to draw, after all, he just glanced at it like this, so this drawing paper lost its use value.

Its brilliance lasted for a moment when it was gently caressed by its master with a paintbrush, and then it was thrown aside mercilessly.

Xu Shi sat for a long time, and when he stood up, his legs were a little numb. Han Fang held the foot of the bed and suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the cabinet. Two turtles were slowly moving in the tank. Crawling, obviously stayed in here for a long time, but I don't have a long memory and want to escape from the prison, persistently waving my limbs towards the exit above.

Han Fang stared at it for a while, and felt that his legs were cushioned, so he walked over and reached for the feed and poured it in. He usually doesn't do these things, anyway, whatever is pleasing to him is fine, as for The extra things will naturally come from others.

Goldfinger noticed that its host's mood had risen a little bit strangely, and was startled for a while by his abnormal behavior. After spending so many days with him, it was able to understand Han Fang's moody temper, and acted completely according to his mood. , the problem is that it also found that its host is a bit sick.

The reason why Father Han asked him to paint was not to let him vent the energy he used to violence others to contribute to art.

Maybe it's because he didn't have a mother by his side since he was a child. No one taught Han Fang what to do. After all, his family background has always taught him that he can do whatever he wants.

Gradually he became brutal until Father Han discovered something. His son seemed to be lacking something, commonly known as the tenderness of an iron man. He couldn't beat him, he ran home without crying when he was beaten, and he didn't make a sound, asked what was wrong and fell perfunctory, and after being beaten out of experience and tricks, no one really could beat him .

This is to find out experience in practice, and then use it properly in actual combat.

It cannot but be said that Han Anxin is thoughtful.

He seems to be more lawless than anyone else, and he is well aware of the little things that others beat up, but he is sober and does not expose it, and it will not be too late to clean up when it gets in his way.

He has always had that confidence, it's just a matter of time.

Han Fang pushed open the window, his face was covered with rain before he had time to be cold, and he said fuck - your mother ruined the deep pretense just now.

The rain was blown in by the wind through the window and wet the drawing paper scattered on the floor. Those beautiful and strong paints slowly smudged on the paper, rendering a faint color. The downstairs was quiet for a while. Then came the uproar of arguing.

Han Fang frowned, and there was a burst of Beethoven's sadness in the room.

At first, he thought the tune was pretty good, it fit the scene, and he hummed for a while with the storm before he suddenly realized that it seemed to be his cell phone ringtone, and he clicked on it without even looking at the displayed number note.

As I said before, Young Master Han generally does not refuse anyone who comes up, so he hangs up in seconds.

"it's me."

"..."

Since Han Shao didn't play with women very much, he thought about it and tentatively said a name, "Jiang Qian?"

The result is true.

The heavy rain was still falling, the other party was about to leave, and he was still talking about other things, Han Fang seemed worried but asked without any fluctuation in his heart, "Let's go in such a heavy rain?"

There was silence.

"If you don't stay at home for a few more days, leave so soon?"

There was silence on the other end.

Han breathed a sigh of relief, and finally became quiet. Jiang Qian's sudden chatter made him lean against the window and smoked a cigarette. The raindrops hit his face and wet his bangs to cover up his indifferent and fierce eyes. With bright eyebrows and eyes, he casually let the raindrops slide down his body to the floor.

As I said before, Young Master Han is a little sick.

It seemed that something was being said at the other end, Han Fang's thoughts were a little empty and he replied a vague and specious sentence, but the other party became a little excited, making Han Fang a little dazed wondering what he just said.

"I will miss you."

Han Fang told the other party truthfully that he was really not a good person, so don't even think about it, the thing he likes to do the most is to kill others.

When I went downstairs, there were still many strangers in the house. His father was circling around there, but when he saw him, his eyes flickered in the same way, and he paused for a moment.

"... Where's the money?"

That roar swirled in Han Fang's heart lake, and it fell down like a fallen leaf leisurely and drifted into the distance.

Father Han's face was a little tired, he still pretended to be innocent, his voice was a little hoarse and he asked Han Fang where he was going with the car keys, but the latter didn't even glance at him, just walked around the man looking for trouble Walked around, sneered a bit, with the attitude of thinking about what to do, and then walked out without looking back without opening the umbrella.

Before he left, he left a sentence.

"I'm going out to play."

Go find some idiots to play with.

His father's voice behind him gradually became blurred in the rain, "Where are you going when it rains so heavily?"

Almost the moment Han Fang's car started, a black car parked not far away also started, and the person sitting in the car whispered with a mobile phone: "Young Master Qiao, Young Master Han is out."

"Follow." Qiao Yu was still at home, frowning unceasingly, "Where does he want to go under such heavy rain, you can watch him well so that nothing happens, turn around and confirm the location and tell me."

Could it be that Young Master Qiao still wants to follow?

He couldn't help but want to persuade that one or two of the torrential rain wanted to come out and die.

Qiao Yu said firmly, "He definitely didn't have an umbrella when he went out. If I don't go, who will hold an umbrella for him?"

"..."

Suddenly there was a wonderful feeling of being eaten a mouthful of dog food, but Qiao Shao, are you sure you didn't send it to your door for a fight?

Now who doesn't know that the Qiao family has started to fight against the Han family, stumbling over the surface and using insidious tricks behind their backs, they are really omnipotent.

Han Fang drove all the way to his family's property.

Qiao Yu squinted slightly and looked at the crackling rain outside the window, which was like thunder hitting plantains, and said slowly: "I went to find Han Xin."

Then get up and go out immediately, it doesn't matter if you trouble Han Xin, this day is not raining as usual, it's suffocating, it's a chill now, don't turn around and freeze Han Fang, it's just him It still feels a bit cold.

Qiao Shang's lover looked at Qiao Yu's posture of setting off to go out, and tried to persuade him to do things later, but he turned his head and said with a gloomy look, "Shut up."

she:"……"

Just kidding, how can Han Fang's affairs be put aside, he still hopes that Han Fang will find other affairs for the rest of his life.

The moment he walked out the door, Qiao Yu suddenly reached out and touched his face. He should be healed after being beaten last time, and now he can still go to see Han Fang.

...It seems that the tie has not been changed.

Gee, never mind.

If he slowed down, Han Fang could hold an umbrella for himself.

Han Xin lowered his head and was flipping through the documents, when a shadow suddenly cast in front of him, he didn't raise his head to be an employee, "What's the matter?"

He heard the person in front of him shout, "Hello."

He looked up and saw a person standing in front of him, the rainwater meandering from his cheeks, slowly sliding down, and falling to the floor, he just stood there motionless, watching his evil face pick out a trace Zhang Yang, with a faint evil spirit in his smile.

The eyes looking down at him are also so calm and revealing a sense of coolness, the dark pupils are the shade of coolness, the corners of the lips pulled and said slowly: "You took the money, right?"

He squeezed the file tightly.

"You have a wife and two children, and you have another mistress who gave birth to a boy for you. You not only have to support the life of your wife but also the mistress's family, but the position that the Han family arranged for you doesn't seem to have a good salary. So high."

Han Xin broke out in a cold sweat unconsciously. Looking at the details of himself being investigated, he looked at Qiao Yu pretending to be calm, "Young Master Qiao, why did you tell me these things?"

"Of course I'm helping you." Qiao Yu said briskly, with a friendly smile and cold eyes, "Although it's from my own family, the position I arranged is just looking glamorous, but I can't get any money, right? The burden now should be It's getting harder."

"..."

Han's father guarded against these unwilling side branches, and he really couldn't understand why he had to leave the huge family business completely to his son who only knew how to eat, drink, and play, but he didn't even care about it. They refused to share some.

Qiao Yu obviously understood his thoughts very well.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped his fingers on the table, and said softly: "Do me a favor, I can give you more than what the Han family can give."

"..."

"There is a sum of money that is going to be used for investment that needs to be transferred from your hands. I want you to take it privately, and then sue the Han family for corruption and report them for tax evasion and improper behavior."

Qiao Yu smiled kindly and softly, "You can completely monopolize the money, and I can give you more money after you finish."

"..."

After all, it was just a moment of stiffness, Han Xin raised his head and said in a rough voice: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

But that person just stared at him, and felt guilty when he saw him alive. Most of his clothes were wet, and he whispered: "Your eyes just lied."

That slow tone gave him goosebumps, and he was inexplicably chilled.

Han Fang clicked his tongue, "You didn't look like that when you begged my dad back then, and I don't know who was the one who lost the bet and had nowhere to ask for help, under the banner that the whole family can't just leave it alone, now it's okay. Well, good people don’t do it to be a white-eyed wolf.”

The document slammed down on him, and his information was clearly recorded in it.

Han Xin looked at him incredulously, "You check me?"

Han Fang also looked back in surprise, "If you don't do something wrong, why are you afraid of someone investigating?"

It's still raining.

Han Xin was heartbroken to the end. His unbelievableness refers to Qiao Yu. At that time, people swore that he would not be found out. It seems to be a slap in the face.

Han Fang came to the door in seconds.

Han Fang's footsteps seemed to be walking towards him, Han Xin's heart tightened for a moment, this is an office in a single room, and it's hard for Han Xin not to think about murder and arson, hesitating whether to do it or not Shouting for help, Han Fang sneered and said, "I've never seen someone like you, stabbing someone in the back and staying here."

Han Xin said with a guilty conscience: "It's not my fault, they are all surnamed Han, why should I leave?"

The co-author is for Han's family, it's really greed that kills people.

Han Fang's eyes were cold and gloomy, and he could hardly control the violence in his heart when he saw this person's hypocrisy and sophistry at that moment, and wanted to put this person...

He took a step forward.

A voice sounded behind him.

"Han Fang."

Qiao Yu is here.

All he could see was the disdainful look of that person, standing there indifferently, as if looking down on the world.

Han Fang.

He read the name softly in his heart, cherishing it very much.