The Boss Is in a Bad Mood Again

The newly promoted actor Han Yi suddenly stopped acting for half a year, and when he returned to the screen after half a year, it was a big-budget fantasy movie. The old-timers assisted him, and the limelight overwhelmed the entire entertainment circle.

The speculation about who is behind Han Yi has never stopped. In the past, it was said that Han Yi was Yun Yi's behind-the-scenes boss, but later Yun Yi's boss was named Chen, and now Yun Yi's boss is named Song.It seems that Han Yi's benefactor has been changing, but what is strange is that Han Yi has been skyrocketing, going higher and higher each time.

Han Yi drank a glass of wine, and in front of him were graceful actresses and handsome actors, including some middle-aged directors and producers.He was on top of the banquet but seemed to be outside the banquet. Although he was wearing a high-end suit, he exuded a cold air that strangers should not get close to. It was incompatible with this banquet where everyone smirked and called for intimacy.

A few newcomers who managed to squeeze into the banquet watched him secretly, wanting to strike up a conversation with him but couldn't muster up the courage.

"Hurry up, this is a good opportunity that came so hard!"

"That's right, it's hard to see him alone, look at those actresses' eyes glued to him!"

The urged girl frowned, wanting to go but was afraid, the man sat on the sofa as if in another world.He seemed to know that they were talking about him, and suddenly looked up, a blush appeared on the girl's face.

"Go!"

Her best friend pushed her forward, and she mustered up the courage to take two steps when she saw a young man sitting in front of Han Yi with a small stew pot in his hand.

"That person is..."

"It's Yang Ming, that hot new gold broker!"

"They know each other?"

The girls' conversation set off another climax.

"They're all watching you."

Yang Ming said.

Han Yi didn't speak, and there was no expression on his frosty face.

"Brother Han."

Yang Ming sighed: "Mr. Zhou has been away for more than half a year. We have also built the Clothes Tomb, and you have also paid homage to it. The dead will die forever, but your life will continue."

Hearing Yang Ming say that Zhou Yunshen and Han Yi frowned, he got up suddenly and walked outside, pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows to the small balcony. He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, but coughed violently because he smoked too hard.

"Brother Han!"

Yang Ming quickly tried to grab his cigarette, but Han Yi raised his hand to block it, "Brother Han, your body can no longer smoke."

The eyes of the two met, and neither would let the other.

"Do not bother me."

After a long time, Han also spoke.

The voice was hoarse and low, like fallen leaves in autumn.

"Songhou..."

Yang Ming felt sour in his heart, "How did he treat you?"

Han Yi's pupils shrank sharply, and his finger that was holding the cigarette trembled. The trembling spark seemed to burn Yang Ming's heart, and he almost shed tears.

"I'll help you leave him. Brother Han," he said in a begging tone, "I'll help you, and help Jing Yun escape from his clutches."

"No need."

Han Yi exhaled smoke rings, let go of Yang Ming's hand and looked outside, the galaxy was shining brightly, the night wind was gentle, it was a good night.

"Yang Ming," he said, "don't come to me again."

"Are you afraid of hurting me?"

Yang Ming said eagerly: "I'm not afraid of Marquis Song, I'm not afraid of being implicated, I..."

"Yang Ming," Han Yi's voice sank, "It's not easy for you to get to where you are today. You've made rapid progress. In time, you will definitely become the best manager. You have a bright future, so don't let your future depend on me."

"I'm not afraid!"

He said loudly, his voice trembling.

"Brother Han, your kindness to me is greater than a mountain. If you want me to watch you live in such pain, you might as well let me die! Let me help you, I can let you leave City A and start over."

"Brother Han, you still have a wonderful life, and Jing Yun is still young...you have to think more about yourself."

"It doesn't matter anymore."

His gaze was fixed somewhere, and he was silent for a while before saying, "It doesn't matter anymore."

After Yang Ming wanted to say something, footsteps came from behind, the two chased after him and saw Han Yidao: "Young Master Han, my son is waiting for you outside, let you go down immediately."

"Brother Han doesn't want to leave now, you all go away."

Yang Ming frowned in disgust and said, "This is not your Song family's territory!"

"Boy," one person looked up, with a hideous scar on the right side of his face, and sneered, "Don't look for trouble."

"I go first."

Han Yi crushed out the cigarette butt and said, "Remember what I said."

One person protected Han Yi out with a scarred face but was one step behind, forcing Yang Ming back when Yang Ming was about to leave.

"What do you want to do?" Yang Ming pointed to the room and said, "Do you know who are the people here today? How dare Song Hou kill people here?"

"Grandpa doesn't kill people."

With a smile on his scar face, he took out a switchblade from his pocket and pointed it at Yang Ming, with a fierce look on his face, "Tell me, what did Han Yi tell you? What did he ask you to remember?"

"how?"

"Didn't your boss hold him firmly in his hands? Was he also afraid in his heart?"

As Yang Ming said, he felt a lot better in his heart, as if the dark corners where debris had been accumulated for a long time were swept away and sunlight came in.

"Do you want to die?"

Scarface approached.

"Not leaving yet?"

Han Yi's voice came, and the scar face turned to meet his impatient eyes. Han Yi is the treasure in the palm of their son, and he should not be messed with.

With a face full of scars, he withdrew the knife and left with Han Yi. Yang Ming stood there watching Han Yi get into a car and then the car left quickly.

Is he still unable to help him?

He knew what he meant by unimportant. After Zhou Yunshen died, it didn't matter what happened to his life after that.He is living like a walking dead now, or he is only living for Han Jingyun.

Yang Ming's heart is sore, he likes him, the sad thing is that all he can understand is the sadness in his heart and the contempt for his own life.

Song Hou was looking at something in the smoothly driving car, and Han Yi was looking at the speeding street outside the window.

"Are you going to City Y the day after tomorrow?"

"Ah."

After a while, Han Yi's lazy voice sounded, "Take a commercial location."

"Oh, they said they wanted to stay in City Y for one night," he closed the folder and said, "No need to stay, I'll be back that day."

"Ah."

"You don't object?"

Song Hou asked with great interest.

"Is it useful to object?"

"Hmm~" Song Hou dragged his nasal voice, approached Han Yi and said, "It's useless, but I'm not used to you being so obedient and obedient."

"Half a year, you should get used to it."

Han Yi said lightly.

"That's right."

His hand hesitated for a moment and landed on Han Yi's, the moment his skin touched Han Yi's hand seemed to shrink, Song Hou held it firmly, the tenderness in his eyes turned cold, "You don't want me to touch you? "