"I'm sorry, Mr. Han......" The assistant hurriedly apologized to Hanchen.

"That's it, don't say anything like that in the future!" Hanchen glanced at the assistant.

"Yes...... I'm sorry...... "The assistant owes a debt."

Because Hanchen's relationship with him is extraordinary, when he went abroad to join his biological mother, his mother let the assistant always be by his side, so although he doesn't trust the assistant much, he still respects him more or less.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you tell you, it's not a big deal anyway."

When he heard Hanchen's words, the assistant was slightly stunned, and then, he only heard Hanchen say lightly: "If, that drama is taken off the shelves, then everything will develop downward according to the normal procedure, although Han Song will receive a long period of public opinion criticism from the world, but after all, there are no more of her works, and the memory of people outside is not so good after all, therefore, this matter will soon pass, but if it is guaranteed that her works will not receive any impact, they can be put on the shelves and broadcast on time, Then the public's impression of her is naturally more unforgettable! At that time, the voice of her criticism will not just be eliminated for a while. ”

When he said this, Hanchen's heart was happy, and he enjoyed the pleasure of revenge.

"If you want to really defeat a person, you must kill people! And the real murder is not that you took away anything from her, or ruined her outside and exposed her shortcomings, but that the people she trusted and trusted her the most hated her and avoided her, this is the real murderous heart! ”

The assistant next to him listened to Hanchen's remarks, and to be honest, it was difficult for him to agree.

Even if her mother was sorry for him, it didn't matter what happened to her......

And Han Song, who had been staying at home, quietly looked at the corner of the sky reflected outside the window, but her heart was very desperate......

Hanchen didn't lock her in the room, and even when he went out today, he told himself that he could go out and walk around when he was free.

However, when I turned on my phone, I found that almost all the news headlines were about me now...... The scolding was all over the sky......

In fact, if there was no such thing, she should be able to usher in a better life on her own...... But why......

Han Song seems to be stuck in a dead loop, the more she thinks about some things, the more she can't figure it out, and the more she can't figure it out, the more she wants to drill into this bull's horn.

"Ugh......" she let out a long sigh, and there was still a phone on the ground with the screen on all the time.

In the evening, when Hanchen was about to pack up his things and go home, the assistant came over to remind Hanchen that there was a dinner in the evening, and Hanchen, who was reminded, remembered that he had promised the presidents of other companies to eat together.

He forgot about it every day.

When he was about to ask his assistant to prepare the dinner for the evening, he suddenly remembered a cold song who was at home, so he asked the assistant to push off the dinner without thinking.

Walking on the way home, but unexpectedly encountered a traffic jam, Hanchen, who had been sitting in the car, couldn't help but feel a little anxious, just when he pressed the window impatiently, but found a flower shop on the side of the road.

"You wait here." With that, Hanchen immediately got out of the car.

He strode into the flower shop, which was owned by a very young woman.

When she saw Hanchen pushing the door in, she couldn't help but smile and asked, "Sir, look at what flowers you want." ”

"Hmm." Hanchen nodded.

He glanced at the variety of flowers in the store, and finally, he settled on a bouquet of purple roses.

"Is this flower dyed or ......?"

"Sir, this is a new product cultivated by our flower house."

Hanchen suddenly remembered that he would always walk home when he was in elementary school, and at that time it seemed quite popular for boys to send roses to the girls they liked, but the difference was that red roses should be sent in the traditional sense of courtship, but at that time, people often sent blue roses, as if using a unique courtship flower to express their unique love for each other......

However, in the end, it was fashionable, and soon the blue rose had a new name called the Blue Enchantress, and its words changed the moment it had a name.

Gradually, it seems that no one is giving each other blue roses when courting.

"Sir? Would you like a bouquet of purple roses? The florist asked cautiously.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Hanchen decided to dispel the idea that he wanted to follow the trend a little bit.

"No, give me a bouquet of red roses."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Because the red roses are in stock in the shop, the clerk is quite fast when they make them. After a while, I saw the owner of the flower shop walking out of the back room with a bouquet of red roses in his hand.

"Sir, your flowers are ready." The boss handed the bouquet to Hanchen.

Hanchen, who received the bouquet, couldn't help but think of Hansong when he received the flowers.

Perhaps, she will like it?

Hanchen suddenly thought of the glass vase that had been pressed on Hansong's bedside table......

He wondered if it would look good if he put this bouquet in that vase.

He knew that Han Song had always loved all good things since he was a child, and maybe she would be happy if he put this bouquet of flowers at the head of her bed!

When he thought of that scene, he really couldn't wait for a moment.

After paying the money, he immediately rushed home.

But his time is also good, when he first came out of the flower shop, the traffic was a little smoother, although it was still a little slow, but fortunately, Hanchen still rushed home before dinner.

The driver drove the car into the courtyard of the cold house, and Han Chen walked to the door of the house.

What is she doing?

Will it be waiting for me?

When he thought of this, Hanchen's heart couldn't help but feel a strange feeling.

However, it all seemed to disappoint him......

When he pushed the door open, the living room was deserted, and there was no Han Song at all.

For a while, a wave of loss and anger suddenly surged into Hanchen's heart.

He endured the unspoken nameless anger in his heart and walked upstairs step by step.

He didn't knock on the door, but kicked open the door of Han Song's bedroom at once.

Han Song, who was already groggy and asleep curled up on the side of the bed, couldn't help but be startled when she heard this sudden loud noise.

"...... you" Han Song's lips opened slightly, and when she looked at Han Chen, who was walking briskly towards her, there was a look of fear in her eyes.

Hanchen pulled her up, "What the hell are you doing?!" ”

Because he didn't get the scene he expected, Hanchen looked very angry. However, when he saw Han Song's innocent and somewhat pitiful eyes, his heart felt as if it had been pinched hard.

Perhaps because of this distressed feeling, he slowly let go of Han Song, and his tone became more easy-going, "If you are sleepy, go to bed for a while, sitting on the ground is easy to catch a cold." ”

"Oh......" Maybe it's because now that his brain is a little clear, Han Song has completely lost the pitiful appearance he had just now, and has been replaced by an attitude that is even more indifferent than Han Chen.

Hanchen frowned a little dissatisfied, "What?" Is there anything you'd like to say? ”

"Really!" Han Song slowly stood up, she looked at Han Chen in front of her, looking very resolute, "Everything in the mourning hall yesterday was planned by you, right?" ”

Hearing Han Song's question, Han Chen couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Then, Han Song asked again: "Yesterday, you also found those reporters outside the mourning hall, right?" Also, did you do the right thing to get my work on the shelves and start broadcasting on schedule? ”

Han Song knew Hanchen, when she saw that the film and television works she starred in were broadcast as scheduled, she didn't think that Hanchen was good for herself and wanted to keep her career like Hanchen's assistant, she guessed Hanchen's purpose for doing this...... He just wants to let himself continue to stay in the public eye in this way, and then watch himself suffer from public opinion step by step! After all, if others really forget that she is a person, then the public opinion about her will also be calmed down.

After all, the memory time limit of Internet big data is not permanent!

After Hanchen sneered, he said slowly: "That's right! It's really my half-sister, and her brain is smart! I don't mean anything else, I just want to see you ruined! ”

"Why?" Han Song's face was very pale, and she looked at the man in front of her helplessly.

"Because your mother owes my mother! Of course, it is owed to me! And the debts she owes, and the sins she has done, you will pay them! If you want to blame it, blame you for being the wrong baby and becoming her daughter! ”

Han Song smiled bitterly.

I don't know why, she doesn't feel sad now...... On the contrary, a sense of powerlessness weighed deep in her heart.

At this moment, she was extremely emotionally broken, but even in this situation of collapse, she did not shed a single tear...... Perhaps, the appearance of collapse to the extreme, is helpless to be silent......

When Hanchen saw that Han Song didn't speak for a long time, he felt very bored, so he thought about slamming the door and leaving...... However, just as he was about to leave, Han Song smashed the glass vase on the bedside table.

This vase was prepared when Hanchen snatched back the Han family's business from Shang Feng's hands, as well as this cold house...... At that time, he thought that he could decorate her room so that she would be happy to live at home...... However, there was only a bouquet of roses missing from the empty vase, and now it was broken...... Then the bouquet of roses he just bought won't be of any use......