Han Yu

Chapter 60 Bankruptcy

The corners of Qiao Yu's lips were still smiling, and his hand holding the chopsticks was a little tighter, "Let's eat something first."

In fact, Qiao Yu didn't want to bring these things out to spoil the scenery.

after all……

He lowered his head slightly, his face was hidden in the shadows and his expression could not be seen clearly.

After all, this was one of the rare times they were alone.

The corners of Han Fang's lips curled up, the darkness in his eyes almost tilted out like this, and he looked at him lazily, "Follow you, where do I have the appetite."

His tone was as light as a whisper between lovers, which he didn't even notice.

Han Fang hasn't eaten anything since he came out at noon, and it's almost afternoon, and he was hit by the rain again, cold and hungry, his fingertips were icy from the cold, and he took a shower in the bathroom It took a while for the bath to start to warm up, making him a little reluctant to leave the rushing water. As his body warmed up, his slightly twitching stomach became clearer, and he unconsciously relaxed a lot in order to ease the sound.

Qiao Yu's face paled in an instant, and he felt that the tip of his tongue was both sweet and bitter. What was sweet was Han Fang's rare soft tone, and what was bitter was that what he said was like a knife stabbing at the tip of his heart.

His throat was a little dry and he wanted to ask, you hate me so much.

But seeing the clear and obvious disgust, he also swallowed it back with interest, and smiled lowly, that's right, he is going to harm others, so how can they expect the other party to like him.

Han Fang frowned slightly, and seemed to still have a cold and noble look on his face, looking down at everyone calmly, only he knew that he was suddenly a little dizzy, and even Qiao Yu's annoying face It was a little fuzzy, and it seemed that the other party took a step forward, smiled lowly, and said something to him in a softer tone.

"How about we make a deal?"

Han Fang's pupils shrank slightly, his tone lowered unconsciously, "What do you mean?"

Qiao Yu smiled lightly, and said unhurriedly: "You and I both know the current crisis of the Han family, do you think the Han family can afford such a large debt now?"

"...debt?" Han Fang frowned in confusion, and murmured repeatedly.

Qiao Yu's expression was a little strange, "Didn't your father mention it to you?"

"..." Han Fang clenched his hands unconsciously.

"The previously invested project was suspended due to lack of funds, and tax evasion was exposed before the circulation buffered. As a result, a swarm of people wanted to get back the original investment funds, but..." Qiao Yu said slowly, and stopped talking.

The rest is self-evident.

Han Fang thought of the people who came to his family these days, and his heart suddenly felt cold. His father sent him directly, because he came to give money.

The ghost knows that they are here to collect debts.

Han Fang looked at Qiao Yu with cold eyes.

Qiao Yu admitted it directly, "Our Qiao family did get involved..."

And also the main behind-the-scenes.

"but……"

But he is not the only one who wants to harm you.

Han Fang cut off the conversation and said: "But you said this because you want to come to get a beating?"

"If you want." Qiao Yu looked at Han Fang with a greedy infatuation in his eyes, as if he was afraid of scaring this person. These emotions were hidden in the depths of his eyes, but the eyes were still the same scorching hot.

Han Fang twitched his mouth in disgust, "Are you shaking m?"

Qiao Yu said slowly: "I only tremble at you."

"..." Han Fang felt that it was impossible to communicate properly on this issue, so he changed the subject and said, "What is the deal you're talking about?"

Qiao Yu smiled.

Han Fang had an inexplicable premonition, and his stomach twitched at the same time.

He heard Qiao Yu say, "I can find a way to protect the Han family, but I want you."

This matter is a bit tricky. After all, not only the Qiao family wants to bring down the Han family, the Han family has been the leader for many years, but in recent years, for some unknown reason, it has been slowly declining, allowing the Qiao family to seize the opportunity to jump up. The momentum was faintly about to catch up with the Han family, and the Han family began to go downhill, so the several families began to think about it. It would be best to pull off the horse when the Han family began to lose its footing, after all, such a big piece of fat Everyone wants to annex it, but everyone knows that it is impossible to swallow it alone.

Then it can only be divided and shared.

Under such circumstances, it is very difficult to keep the Han family, and I am afraid that they will have to pay a huge price to calm down.

...but so what.

As long as Han Fang is willing to nod his head, Qiao Yu will do anything,

As long as you can get the word of this person.

But the result was as he expected. Even so, Qiao Yu was inevitably disappointed in his heart. Han Fang's expression was in disbelief, as if he had heard some joke, and his expression felt ridiculous. After a stab, he didn't care how much Han Fang disliked him right now, he took a step forward eagerly, and even said in an ups and downs tone: "I don't want to play with you, I really..."

"—Are you fucking joking?"

After Qiao Yu's words stopped, he stared wide-eyed at the man's completely cold posture, still showing that beautiful and flamboyant appearance, as if he didn't pay attention to anything, his eyes were cold at the moment Looking at him with a coldness, just looking at him like this, with a cold expression and a slight lift of the chin, a half-smile that is not a smile, there are gloomy broken ice in the eyes, the words seem to be squeezed out from the gap between the teeth, clenching the teeth Said: "...Are you kidding me?"

Qiao Yu looked at Han Fang who was about to change his appearance. He found that the man's eyes were a little distracted, as if he was immersed in some kind of memory, as if afraid of being hurt again, he put on a sharp shell , wanting to stab everyone who tried to get close to him and hug him, the tough posture seemed to be to isolate a dividing line from the world.

Qiao Yi.

He hated it until his heart bleeds.

At the same time, I felt even more distressed for the person in front of me, and unconsciously reached out to hold him in my arms, "I didn't want to play with you."

His tone was unbelievably soft, as if he was coaxing a child, he seemed to be talking to him again, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

"I love you."

——I really just love you.

I just want to love you, get close to you, hold you in my arms, kiss your beautiful and clean eyebrows, and hope that one day you will soften your expression a little.

Even just a little.

Han Fang seemed to be restraining himself, his body trembled slightly and his waist arched, cold sweat slid down his forehead, and he murmured unconsciously: "...stay away from me."

It looked a little fragile, but it was soon covered with a shivering coldness, and the sweat in his eyes seemed to blur his vision, but that annoying face was a little closer to him, and he Slightly and coldly sneered, looked at Qiao Yu and said, "I don't care what you say."

That's all a lie.

Qiao Yu's heart suddenly panicked, but there was still no ups and downs on his surface, only the tightened fingers revealed his mood at the moment. He looked at Han Fang with an uncertain expression, and the distance between him and this person It's getting closer, so close that you can hold him in your arms, so close that you can see the sweat beads on his forehead at this moment, and the trembling eyelashes that seem to be trembling at the tip of his heart. They are long and thick, making people feel Unconsciously, she wanted to place a light kiss on that eyelid.

The room was suddenly quiet for a while, and a silence began to spread.

Han Fang frowned and didn't have any doubts before he heard a voice coming from him, with a helpless sigh.

"You hate me, I know that."

Qiao Yu's smile was a bitter but paranoid distortion, his tone seemed to remain soft and gentle, but as long as Han Fang looked up, he would find that his expression was so dark, together with the way he looked at His eyes were dark as if something was secretly surging inside, he said in a low voice: "You are not rare, I know it too."

"—But, so what."

He leaned over and kissed his cheek in the latter's disbelief that he didn't have time to react.

The cold touch made him frowned and subconsciously wondered if Han Fang was feeling unwell.

But soon it was his turn to be the one who was uncomfortable.

Han Fang kicked over with a blank face, and the ruthless Qiao Yu felt a sweet smell in his throat, and the dishes placed were also knocked to the ground because of his actions, and the soup was dripping. The ground splashed on Qiao Yu's sleeves and trousers. He has always hated these greasy things the most, but now he doesn't care about them. He just looks up at Han Fang in a daze, with an obsessive smile in his eyes, "I'm venting my anger." Well? There is no way to continue."

These words made Han Fang take back the second kick he was going to kick out abruptly.

This appearance always made Han Fang feel that beating him was taking advantage of him.

His face was gloomy, there was a puff of anger accumulated in his heart and there was nowhere to vent it, he was so dazed that he wanted to rush and smashed the surroundings, but he still restrained himself, thinking of the psychology teacher a long time ago, who was a very gentle and kind and said to him in a benevolent tone, "You are sick, do you know that?"

Pointing to his heart, he said, "Here."

He couldn't help being irritable, and couldn't help wanting to destroy his surroundings.

The psychology teacher said with a smile, then draw them all.

Draw everything you want to destroy.

The beauties outlined in his pen are actually everything he wants to destroy.

Restraint and patience.

Han Fang closed his eyes, passed through the messy doors and opened the door for people to leave. It was still raining outside, but there was still nothing to see. Qiao Yu's voice came from behind him in a low voice, "Ah Fang..."

He paused while pinching the doorknob, he didn't turn around, he stood so straight and fearless, but his trembling hand properly showed his confused mood now.

"Qiao Yu."

He said, "I still say that, don't let me see you again."

The door is closed.

Qiao Yu got up from the pile of slag with a blank face, and the palm of his hand did not know when it was pressed on the fine slag, blood slowly overflowed, he looked down, his eyes were cold and emotionless.

The phone rang, and he reached out to pick it up, lowering his eyes to look at the fine debris on his palm, and the bloodstains slowly drawn along the palm lines.

He ordered: "Follow me, and I will put you in prison in the future."

He pinched his phone and looked at the room, just now this person was still here.

Still by his side.

—Don't let me see you again.

"impossible."

The corners of Qiao Yu's lips curled slightly, and he said softly, "It's impossible in this life."

He gently evoked a smile, a distorted emotion surged in his eyes, gloomy, as if some unknown desire was brewing secretly.

He clenched his hands tightly, and the crumbs pierced into the skin more forcefully with his movements, and the blood dripped slowly along the lines.

"You forced me."

he murmured.

He is reluctant to destroy it, so he must get it.

The bath is a waste of time.

When Han Fang drove home, his body was drenched again. His expression was dazed. He thought about going home and asking Aunt Zhang to make him something. His stomach twitched a little. He wanted to drink something warm... …

Because of the weather, the sky is dark.

He got out of the car and returned home, his eyes were a little dim, the house seemed empty and empty, he squinted and saw a person sitting on the sofa.

Sitting there alone.

"……dad."

His voice was hoarse and dry, and he yelled softly.

"came back?"

There was something wrong with Father Han's tone.

"came back."

"Where have you been?"

"Going to play."

After being silent for a while, Father Han said, "From now on... you may not be able to go out to play."

It seemed that a raindrop had slipped from his forehead and dripped into his eyes, so Han Fang blinked, just to get the raindrop out.

He said softly, "Okay."