What Wen Yuan was most tired of was that Wen Huai called him his younger brother.

There is always a sense of shame that tramples him under his feet, and he will only hate Wen Huai more and more.

Looking at Wen Huai's cold smile, Wen Yuan's eyes also became gloomy.

The two of them didn't let anyone confront each other.

At that moment, from Wen Yue's point of view, it was as if he was looking in a mirror.

But if some of them deliberately imitate it, then it is really impossible to distinguish who is who.

Wen Huai had long silver hair, casually draped over his shoulders, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, strolling down the stairs.

His hand holding the hat was slender as a bamboo, white without a single blemish, like a handicraft carefully crafted by God, perfect as human beauty.

while the other hand is hidden under a black glove, making it difficult to peek into.

It is said that the gloved hand is the hand of the devil, and once revealed, it is killing.

The corners of Wen Yuan's lips hooked slightly, and he mocked unabashedly: "Not dead yet."

Wen Huai didn't mind Wen Yuan's rude arrogance towards him, he still smiled handsomely, calmly: "If you don't die in a big disaster, you will have a blessing."

"My brother's concern, I accept it." Wen Huai has something to say.

He will never forget what Wen Yuan did to him at the KN Research Institute.

Want to make him a puppet and be at his mercy?

No way!

When the two brothers confronted each other, Wen Xingzhi walked down from the upper floor.

He glanced at Wen Yuan, "It just so happens that you are back, let Wen Huai take over the affairs of Imperial Entertainment."

"I can manage Imperial Entertainment well." Wen Yuan didn't give Wen Huai a chance at all.

Behind Imperial Entertainment is the underground organization Moshan Society, which is the most important piece of the Wen family's property.

Wen Xingzhi was slightly puzzled, "Haven't you always disliked managing companies?"

What kind of temperament Wen Yuan has, he knows very well as a father.

But as long as Wen Yuan is calm and calm, he doesn't need to use Wen Huai so much.

Although they are twins, their temperaments are very different.

A pampered arrogance, a crawling introverted.

Wen Huai is even more ruthless and resolute than Wen Yuan.

This knife is too sharp, and if you don't use it well, you can easily get hurt.

Wen Yuan: "I've been idle lately."

Idle fart!

Wen Huai is back, he has to be busy.

Wen Xingzhi waved his hand, "That's it, if you want to manage Imperial Entertainment, just continue to manage it."

Anyway, the Wen family will have to give it to Wen Yuan sooner or later.

Wen Xingzhi looked at Wen Huai again, and it was the tone of the superior to his subordinates: "If Ah Yuan has any orders, you will definitely do it for him."

Wen Huai bent slightly, "Yes, Master Wen."

Wen Xingzhi didn't let him call his father, he was just the shadow of Wen Yuan, the sharpest knife of the Wen family, and he couldn't walk in the sun.

He has always used Wen Yuan's name, the word Wen Huai, which outsiders don't know.

He is the blood of the Wen family, but he is not qualified to live in the Wen house.

Before leaving, Wen Huai and Wen Yuan's eyes collided in the air.

There are murderous intentions hidden in each other, and the smell of gunpowder is strong.

Outside Wen's house, two black cars were parked.

A warm Cayenne, a warm red flag.

The only one who can open the red flag in the imperial capital is Wen Yuan.

The symbol of Prince Wen has to be avoided on the road.

The rainy night of autumn is coming, and the drizzle is floating in the air, like a person who has no home.

Wen Huai's personal assistant Bei Wei stretched out a black umbrella and held the umbrella to protect Wen Huai from the rain.

"Huaiye, are we going to stay or not?"

"What do you say?"

That's staying.

Wen Huai looked at the gray night sky, which seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, indescribably depressing, without stars, and the moon was also obscured by dark clouds.

For some reason, he always felt that something was missing from his heart.

Wen Yuan put him under house arrest for four years, newspaper

Hatred is the only thought to hold on.

Even with the injustice to the world, all of them are returned.

..

Ke Xiaoxiao negotiated with Imperial Entertainment and signed the contract two days later.

She wants to enter the circle to make money, and only Royal Entertainment dares to sign.

Huo Jingsheng was stabbed by her, and Huo Jinting, as his own brother, naturally couldn't throw an olive branch to her, and it would be good if he didn't block and suppress her.

Only Royal Entertainment has the strength and courage to dare to go against Yingyi.

That night, Jiang Ruo heard something about Imperial Entertainment and thought that this was also a clue, so he came to the Imperial Entertainment Company with Ke Xiaoxiao to sign a contract.

Although Wen Yuan said that he wanted to manage the company, he didn't have the patience to be a businessman at all, and he just wanted to covet that profit.

Mo Yin brought all the documents of Imperial Entertainment in recent days to him.

After watching it for a while, Wen Yuan became annoyed and wanted to stop doing it.

After Wen Yuan finished signing the document, he threw away the precious fountain pen casually, folded his legs on the edge of the table, leaned back lazily, and asked casually, "Big brother hasn't returned to China yet?"

He doesn't like his twin brother, but he has a good relationship with Wen Yu, the half-brother, so he also has some friendship with Pei Hanlou.

"The eldest young master will return to China to teach at the beginning of next month." Mo Yin said.

Wen Yu is an internationally renowned professor of psychology, deputy director of the Institute of Psychology of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and the only academic person in the Wen family.

Wen Yuan still respects him.

Mo Yin continued to reply: "Yingyi sent an invitation from there."

Wen Yuan picked up the cigarette on the table, skillfully lit it with a lighter, and smoked slowly, "What invitation?"

"It's about a love variety show."

Wen Yuan took a puff of cigarette, didn't rush to spit it out, let the cigarette stay in his mouth for a moment before slowly exhaling it, and the smoke blurred his handsome face.

Externally, he also has an identity.

The god of music - Mercury.

He is a mysterious singer who does not see his face and does not belong to any economic company.

Never holds concerts, only occasionally releases or albums.

Even if he doesn't show up, he will become popular all over the world.

For this identity, Wen Yuan really has to thank Wen Huai.

If it weren't for Wen Huai's tunes, those songs wouldn't be so good to hear.

The two of them are twin flowers, and if they are together, they are invincible in the world, and if they are separated, they are each king.

It is estimated that Huo Jinting is interested in this popularity, so he will come to invite.

If Huo Jinting knew that the music superstar Mercury was the man he had been arresting, I was afraid that he would cancel this variety show and would not surrender his identity to be invited.

"Master Yuan, are you going?"

Wen Yuan was still thinking about it, and an extremely familiar male voice came.

The voice was almost identical to his own.

"The Prince."

It's Wen Huai.

Wen Huai walked into the president's office slowly.

Wen Yuan lifted his eyelids to meet his eyes, his slender fingers holding the cigarette, the scarlet smoke flashed and dimmed, and the air was filled with smoke.

Even if he sits, his aura does not decrease.

Two identical faces, one yin and the other cold.

Even if the facts cannot be changed, Wen Yuan will never admit that Wen Huai is his brother.

In his eyes, Wen Huai couldn't even compare to the lowest servants of the Wen family.

"What about the prince? I'm looking for the prince!"

"Vice President Wei, the prince has something to do, please go back."

"Get out of here!"

Wei Feng rushed in for the fact that Wen Yuan had shot and wounded his nephew that night.

He has followed Wen Xingzhi's side for many years, and he can't bear this breath!

"I've been in the Wen family for so many years, working hard, and now you're a junior who hurts my nephew..."

Wen Yuan didn't talk nonsense to him, and threw a gun directly at him, "It's kind of shooting."