Faced with the reporter's mean and sharp questions, Song Qingyun actually sold miserably in front of the camera, saying that he was looking at the face of his in-laws, and he didn't want to be accused by outsiders of not recognizing his six relatives, so he was also in a dilemma, so he had to choose silence with difficulty.

Song Qingyun's press conference brought a fatal blow to Han's real estate.

The house that Changledu has sold has not made much waves, and the people who live there have a clear distinction in their hearts, at most, some people who don't know what is going on will consider selling their houses and choosing another place, which does not have much impact on the Han family itself.

For the project that Han's is developing elsewhere, the sales of pre-sold houses during the foundation construction period have plummeted, and if no one buys it, the funds will not come in, and the project needs to absorb a large amount of capital investment to continue.

In the blink of an eye, the Han family entered a situation of poor capital turnover again.

Encountering a business rival like Song Qingyun, and too many things happened at home, Han Baiyang was helpless, and sighed every day when he was locked in the study alone.

The project under development cannot be delayed, once the lack of capital and the project is stagnant, it will fall into many holes, resulting in the stagnation of all the projects of the entire Han family, and finally become insolvent, and at that time, it may return to the same situation as in early summer, when the Han family villa was surrounded by forced debts.

The Han family knows that there are many crises and they can't afford to lose money at the moment, but they don't have the financial resources to increase investment.

Han Xu, who had been locked up in the room for several days, went out of the room for the first time, went to the study and hugged his father's neck and cried breathlessly, shouting in his mouth: "Dad, it's me who is useless, I have dragged the Han family down." ”

Changledu's original opening marketing plan was the trouble that Han Xu caused to Song Xun in order to help Song Qingyun's mother and son.

In order to convince Han Baiyang, she put a lot of effort into it, but in the end, her father felt sorry for her, and in order to set an example of correct values for her daughter, she would rather give up most of her profits to implement the plan made by Han Xu.

Now it was beaten by Song Qingyun, causing the Han family to fall into crisis again.

At this moment, Han Xu really wanted to crash to death in front of Han Baiyang.

"Silly boy, you're right, it's others who are wrong, don't blame yourself for other people's mistakes, there is justice in this world, and the public will return the axiom to us sooner or later." Han Baiyang comforted her earnestly.

The Spring Festival is approaching in the blink of an eye, and the neighbors are busy for the upcoming New Year, and the projects under construction of Han's Real Estate have also taken this opportunity to announce a holiday.

As for when the construction will start, the Han family itself is not sure.

Maybe it will start after a year, or it may be postponed indefinitely to a complete standstill.

It depends on whether ordinary people have forgotten Song Qingyun's remarks a year ago.

Han Baiyang, the head of the family, said that no one thinks much about it, and he is happy to celebrate the New Year.

Nan Junze has come several times these days, shouting to see her outside the door to the window of Han Xu's room on the second floor, but he was scolded by Li Xinxiu.

The Han family's garden was cleaned by the diligent Aunt Lan and Sister Su, and the upstairs and downstairs of the villa were even more spotless.

The furnishings that used to be cumbersome at home were all turned out by Li Xinxiu and Aunt Lan and hung up.

Sister Su can cut paper, and her eyes are full of fiery red inside and out, as if all the gray and gloomy haze has been dispelled at once, and the air instantly becomes festive.

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the entire garden of the Han family was covered with lights, and the entire villa was also made by Han Er to resemble the house in the painting, and at night, it was a glowing house, warm, a warm home.

"Narrative? Don't stay in the garden for too long, it's easy to catch a cold when it's cold, so come in quickly, it's almost time to eat. Li Xinxiu stuck her head out of the kitchen window, and inside was preparing the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Han Xu walked around the house and in the garden a few times, and the more she looked at this home, the warmer it became, and she was reluctant to leave.

These days, in order not to worry his parents and father, in addition to trying his best to hide his sadness, Han Xu no longer always thinks about running out of the house to find Nan Junze.

She swallowed all the pain and suffering in her stomach, and only hoped that this family, which was about to lose her daughter, could have a happy New Year.

After the New Year, she will find an opportunity to go out and find Nan Junze, no matter what method she uses, either pretending to return to him, or following him and stabbing him in ambush.

Anything is good, as long as Nan Junze can die, no, even Song Qingyun will be sent to the west with his own hands, killing one person will pay for his life, and two people will also pay for his life.

The scourge was solved together, for Song Xun and the Han family, and the evil spirit was exported.

When the mother and son who are not as good as pigs and dogs are dead, her wish will be fulfilled, and the child in the belly will be arranged by God, and God will let him live, and he will live.

The rest is when she goes to another world to meet Song Xun.

That's the time of total liberation.

What does it feel like to be liberated? For ordinary people, it is probably relaxed, comfortable, and comfortable, even the head is free, and everything is beautiful.

Every time she thinks of this, Han Xu is full of expectations, but in the next second, what accompanies her is the grief of saying goodbye to her relatives, the heart-wrenching pain, and the pain that makes her heart cry.

She casually answered the kitchen window, "I know, Mom." ”

is about to have a reunion dinner, the New Year's is over, if Song Xun is by his side, what kind of atmosphere will it be.

He must still be that domineering and unreasonable character, he will definitely take her around at night, and he will not coax people, he can talk to death every time, and he loves to be jealous, and he is very boring.

However, why did she miss such boring things so much, if he could show up and scold her a few words domineeringly, it would be fine.

No, not anymore.

The colorful fluorescent lights on the garden fence were like stars in the sky, and Han Xu's eyes were dazzled.

Facing the path outside the gate, which is rarely walked now, she carefully sipped her nose, wiped away the tears that she could not hold back, tried her best to squeeze a little festive smile on her face, and planned to enter the house for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Outside the glittering fluorescent lights, a voice shouted softly: "Miss Han? ”

This voice was very soft, and if it weren't for Han Xu's proximity to the gate fence, he probably wouldn't have heard it at all.

But to Han Xu's ears, this extremely light voice was like the first lightning bolt in early spring, exploding on her, and the explosion was even more electric than the fluorescent lights on the fence.

Han Xu held his breath and turned to look out, and there was indeed Bai Jiyan standing outside the gate who hadn't appeared for a long time.

She hurriedly opened the door, and it took a long time to open the iron lock of the door, and she choked up and said, "Assistant Bai, it's okay if you're fine, come in and have a New Year's dinner." ”

It seems that as long as she sees Bai Jiyan, she can feel Song Xun's breath from him, and she wants to be kind to Bai Jiyan, a loyal subordinate, for Song Xun.

Bai Jiyan stood in the shadow outside the door, and had no intention of moving: "No, Miss Han, are you okay?" ”