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

The summer rainstorm came so quickly and quickly, even if 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 painting paper spread out in front of him, the paint on the palette was fresh and tender, and it was discarded to the ground at will, and the surrounding painting paper was also scattered and piled up, and the strong colors left a mark on the pure white paper, and it was discarded by the owner without caring about it before he made more modifications.

Some of them were kneaded together by irritability, and more of them were pure white but dyed white papers that were discarded aside, Han Fang sat in the middle of this pile of painting papers, his expression was slightly cool, and only the finger bones that were so hard that he clenched the brush and turned white showed how irritable he was, almost wanting to pinch the brush deeply.

In the end, he just slowly relaxed and exhaled, kneading his slightly irritable and impatient frowning eyebrows with a little headache, feeling still a little faint pain, leaning back and hitting the bed board, a little bored and looking up at the hanging lamp on the ceiling, when it was lit up, it was a very beautiful color, just like every beautiful color on this drawing paper.

It's a pity that it's all garbage that needs to be kneaded and discarded.

You can hear some faint arguments coming from downstairs in the noisy rain.

“…… What about money? ”

Han Fang seemed to hear such words, you can imagine his old man gritting his teeth, otherwise he wouldn't have roared so loudly, and finally looked a little helpless and tired.

"Is there any news from the house?"

That whisper was like the last straw, spitting out in his mouth slowly.

The answer seems to be a less pleasant one.

Han Da 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.

The heavy rain outside the window became more and more violent, as if it was an omen of something, and those powerful people had nothing to do with themselves to restrain their thoughts, this incident against the Han family was like this rainstorm, it was luck to endure it, and it was fate to endure it.

The Han family has been headed for so many years, and it is time to fall down and give way, but I don't know who is so lucky to be able to gnaw the fattest piece of meat, so I think that almost all directions will start to move, and I can't wait to take off the shell of kindness and hypocrisy in the past to expose my wolf ambitions.

Han Fang suddenly opened his eyes.

Getting up from the pile of drawing paper, some of the painting paper beside him fell with his movements, setting off a slight sound, Han Fang followed the sound and lowered his head, there was a stroke of color he had just drawn on it, it seemed to be an unfinished arc, who knew what he wanted to paint, after all, he just looked at it like this, so this piece of drawing paper lost its usefulness.

It was momentarily caressed by his master's brush, and then tossed aside mercilessly.

Xu sat for a long time, and his legs were a little numb when he stood up, Han Fang held on to the foot of the bed and suddenly seemed to remember something, and looked sideways in the direction of the cabinet, the two turtles crawled slowly in the tank, obviously staying in it for a long time, but he didn't have a long memory of wanting to escape from prison, and he persistently waved his limbs towards the exit of his head.

Han Fang stared at it for a while, felt that the cushion on his leg had come over, and walked over and reached out to take the feed and pour it inside, he usually doesn't do these things, anyway, anything is pleasing to him, as for the superfluous things, others will naturally come.

Goldfinger noticed that its host's mood had risen strangely, and he was a little frightened by his abnormal behavior, and after a few days of getting along, it could be considered to have figured out Han Fang's moody temper, and did things completely according to his mood, but the problem was that it also found that its host, was a little psychologically sick.

The reason why Han's father asked him to paint was not to let him vent his strength to violence others to contribute to art.

Maybe it's because he hasn't had a mother by his side since he was a child, and no one has taught Han Fang how to be, after all, his family history has always taught him that he can do what he wants.

gradually became brutal until he was discovered by Han's father, his son seemed to be missing something, commonly known as iron man tenderness, he was an iron man at all, and he was the kind of person who was too lazy to do it without saying a word, no one could beat him at first, he ran home without crying when he was beaten up, he sulked and didn't squeak, asked what was wrong and fell perfunctory, and after he was beaten out of experience and tricks, no one really could beat him.

This is called finding out the experience in practice, and then applying it properly in actual combat.

I can't help but say that Han is safe and thoughtful.

It seems that he is more lawless than anyone else, and he knows that he is beating those little Jiujiu by others, but he is sober not to pierce it, and it is not too late to clean up when it hinders him.

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

Han Fang pushed open the window, and before he had time to be cold, he was confused by the rain, and with a word of fuck - your mother ruined the deep pretending x just now in an instant.

The rain blew in through the window, wetting the paper scattered on the floor, and the beautiful and strong paint slowly smeared on the paper, rendering a faint color, and the noise of argument could be heard downstairs when it had been quiet for a while.

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

At first, he thought that the tone was very good, and it was a good place, but he hummed for a while with the storm before he suddenly thought that this seemed to be his mobile phone ringtone, and he took it and clicked it directly without even looking at the number remarks displayed.

As I said earlier, Young Master Han generally did not refuse to come up, and took the second hanging.

"It's me."

“……”

Since Han Shao didn't play with women much, he thought for a while and said tentatively, "Jiang Qian? ”

It turned out to be true.

The heavy rain was still falling, the other party was leaving, and he was still chattering about some other words, Han Fang seemed to be worried, but in fact, he asked without any fluctuation in his heart, "It's so rainy?" ”

There was silence on the other end.

"Stay at home for a few more days and leave so soon?"

Silence ensued.

Han breathed a sigh of relief, and finally quieted down, he gave Jiang Qian a sudden upsurge of chatter, so that he leaned against the window and smoked a cigarette, the raindrops hit his face, wetting the bangs to cover the cold and fierce eyebrows, and he carelessly 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 said on the other end, Han Fang's thoughts were a little empty and chaotic and replied with a vague word, but the other party was a little excited, making Han Fang a little dazed to think about what he had just said.

"I'll miss you."

Han Fang truthfully told the other party that he was really not a good thing, so don't think about it, his favorite thing to do is to play with others.

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

“…… What about money? ”

That roar swirled on Han Fang's heart lake, falling unhurriedly like a fallen leaf and drifting into the distance.

Father Han's face was a little tired, still pretending to be fine, and his voice was a little hoarse and asked Han Fang where he was going with the car keys, but the latter didn't glance at him, but just walked around the person who came to the door to find trouble, sneered, and had the kind of posture of weighing and doing it himself, and then walked out without looking back at the umbrella.

Before leaving, he left a word.

"I'm going out to play."

Go and play with the idiots.

Later, his Lao Tzu's voice gradually blurred in the rain, "Where are you going to go in such a heavy rain." ”

Almost the moment Han Fang's car started, a black car parked not far away also started, and the person sitting in the car held his mobile phone and whispered: "Qiao Shao, Han Shao, he went out." ”

"Follow." Qiao Yu was still at home, his brows couldn't help frowning, "Where does he want to go in such a heavy rain, you take care of the person and don't have an accident, go back and determine the location to tell me." ”

Could it be that Qiao Shao still wants to follow?

He couldn't help but try to persuade one or two of them to come out and die in this heavy rainstorm.

Qiao Yu said firmly, "He definitely didn't have an umbrella when he went out, who would hold an umbrella for him if I didn't go?" ”

“……”

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

Now who doesn't know that the Qiao family has begun to work against the Han family, and they are stumbling up and down on the surface, and they are really doing everything.

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

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

Then he immediately got up and went out, it doesn't matter if he troubles Han Xin, this day is not raining as usual, but there is a sullen breath, this is now a burst of coolness, don't look back and let Han Fang freeze, as far as he is concerned, he still feels a little cold.

Qiao Shang's lover looked at Qiao Yu's posture of going out, and meddled in his way to persuade him to go back and do it again, but unexpectedly, he turned around with a gloomy look and a cold tone: "You shut up." ”

She: "......"

Just kidding, how can Han Fang's affairs be put aside, he still wishes that Han Fang would find something for him for a lifetime.

The moment he walked out of the door, Qiao Yu suddenly reached out and touched his face, he should have been injured last time, and now he can probably still go to see Han Fang.

…… It seems that I didn't change my tie.

Tsk, no matter.

No matter how slow it is, Han Fang can hold an umbrella for himself.

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

He heard the man in front of him shout, "Hey." ”

He looked up and saw a man standing in front of him, the rain snaking down his cheeks, slowly sliding, and falling to the floor, and he stood there motionless, looking at his wicked countenance, and his smile faintly glowing with a strange evil aura.

The eyes looking down at him were also so motionless, revealing a cold coldness, the dark pupils were cold and cold, and the corners of his lips pulled and said slowly: "You take the money." ”

He squeezed Wen Jiàn's hand tightly.

"You have a wife and two children, and you also have another mistress, and the mistress gave birth to a boy for you, you not only have to bear the life of your wife and the mistress's family, but the position arranged by the Han family for you does not seem to have such a high salary."

Han Xin broke out in a cold sweat unconsciously, looking at the clear details of his own investigation, he pretended to be calm and looked at Qiao Yu, "Qiao Shao told me what to do with this." ”

"Of course it's for you." Qiao Yu's tone was brisk, his smile was kind, and his eyes were cold, "Although it is my own family, the position I arranged is only glamorous, but I can't get a little oil and water, isn't it?" Now the burden must be getting more and more difficult. ”

“……”

Han's father guarded against these unwilling side guards, and he couldn't understand why he had to leave the huge family business to his son who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, but he refused to even give up some oil and water.

Qiao Yu obviously knew his thoughts very well.

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

“……”

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

Qiao Yu's smile was kind and soft, "You can completely monopolize that money, and I can give you more money after you finish it." ”

“……”

In the end, it was a human spirit, it was just a moment of stiffness, Han Xin had already raised his head and said in a rough voice: "What nonsense are you talking about." ”

But the man just stared at him, and his heart was empty, and his clothes were half wet, and he whispered, "Your eyes just lied." ”

That slow tone gave him goosebumps, and a chill hit him inexplicably.

Han Fang sighed, "When you begged my father, it wasn't like this, and I don't know who was the one who gambled and lost and had no way to ask for help, under the banner that the family can't see death and can't be saved, now it's okay, good people don't want to be white-eyed wolves." ”

The document slammed down on his head, and it clearly recorded his information.

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

Han Fang also looked back in surprise, "If you don't do something wrong, who are you afraid of someone to investigate?" ”

The rain is still falling.

Han Xin's heart was cold to the end, his incredible reference was Qiao Yu, at that time, people swore that they would not find him on his head, he only had to carry a righteous and arrogant man who was not afraid of power and had the courage to expose the dark pot, but now the situation seems to be a slap in the face.

Han Fang came to the door in seconds.

Han Fang's footsteps seemed to be about to walk towards him, Han Xin's heart tightened instantly, this was in the office of a single room, it was difficult for the two of them to make Han Xin not think about killing people and setting fires, and they were hesitating whether to shout for help, Han Fang sneered: "I have never seen a person like you, you can stay here with a stab in the back." ”

Han Xin said with a weak heart: "It's not my fault, it's all surnamed Han, why should I leave." ”

The co-author is from the Han family, and it is really greedy and kills.

Han Fang's eyes were cold and gloomy, and he could barely control the violence that poured out when he looked at this person's hypocritical quibbles at that moment, and wanted to ......

He took a step forward.

A voice rang out behind him.

"Han Fang."

Qiao Yu is here.

All he had in his eyes was the disdainful look of the man, and he just stood there, cold and indifferent, as if looking down on the world.

Han Fang.

He read the name softly and softly in his heart, and he cherished it very much.