The Idol Group and the Crown

Han Gaozhi was too busy breathing recently.

If a person wears a few masks by middle age, he can already switch back and forth from a dozen states with the help of a secretary's eyes.

Respectful, proud, humble, horizontal, prestige, deep...

There are too many interested industries under his hands, and his personal connections are as complicated as a cobweb. He has no room for mistakes.

But the only son is still an uneasy thing.

He was busy working when he was young, and was separated from most of his core assets after his divorce. He almost went to the railway station at Chengxi Railway at midnight because of the huge amount of money.

For more than 30 years, he has struggled with his parents to make a comeback, his second son has no news, and his elder son is also arrogant.

Han Qu was obediently obedient on weekdays, but he confided to the old backbone of the company from top to bottom, and how much resources he had obtained from his head, Han Gaozhi knew very clearly.

But at the age of thirty, his character has been shaped, and it is too late to think about discipline.

Fortunately, in the past two years, this child seems to have taken it seriously, and has also made some achievements in the entertainment industry.

Han Gaozhi did not pay attention to the specific details of this industry.

He sent his devoted audit team to go through the accounts again, keeping an eye on the dynamics and the wind, knowing that his son was doing real things, and gradually earning a little face.

But still not assured.

The child was coddled by the elderly at home to the point of lawlessness since childhood, and his temperament was very evil.

He was thinking in the first-class cabin, and the personal secretary hurriedly took the phone.

"Video call, old gentleman's."

Han Gaozhi frowned and took the phone, thinking that the two elderly people at home rarely do this kind of thing.

"Gao Zhi, I finally answered the phone," half of my face was posted on the camera, and the old lady nagged, "You are such a busy person, I couldn't find you all day..."

"Dad, mom, what's the matter?"

"Where are you? Hurry home, this is a big deal!"

"You make it clear."

"Grandson-my grandson!!!" The old man knocked on his walking stick and said sharply: "I have already said to use the relationship to check, and you still stop it!"

"What happened to Han Qu?" Han Gaozhi was alert. "He's causing trouble again?"

Wouldn't it be someone who drove to death while driving in a super race, or if he was arrested by bumping into a contraband while drinking?

"My second grandson!!! He is on TV!!!"

"Han Yang, do you remember Yang Yang? He was so poor that he went to play, singing to please those little girls' houses. To what extent is this embarrassing, do you still care????"

Han Gaozhi's brain was blank. At the moment, he couldn't move as if the blood vessels were filled with cement.

He has a second son.

Many years ago, he had a relationship with a high school classmate who had a crush on him after a drink, and he accidentally hit another child.

There is a huge gap between the two, and the woman is also a fierce man, who made it clear that she would rather strangle the child than bring it back to the Han family.

In the end, it was good to persuade that the two had met at the age of one, and they didn't even eat their meals.

The Han family has the heart to keep a little extra blood, and can't move this poor family who desperately protects their children.

As a result, the two parties compromised. One side left a father's surname, and the other side gave the child enough living expenses to study and go to school.

Han Gaozhi has seen this kid many times.

Primary school registration photo, junior high school graduation photo, high school registration photo, ID card photo.

A picture of a distorted tablet, there is no temperature.

He couldn't tell his inner vision and whether he wanted to bring the child into the discord of the adult world.

The child was ignorant and naive to become an art student. He listened to the principal's rap and sang like a small thrush. He also performed publicly at festivals.

Free small thrush...very good.

"Can't you come back?! If you don't come back, I asked the driver to send me to the filming building, believe it or not?!" The old man mistakenly thought his son was indifferent to his grandson and coughed anxiously: "You-cough cough crap-Laozi go by oneself!"

Han Gaozhi passed his breath and sighed.

"What's your identity, as for finding it in person?" He knew the words of these elders and coaxed people without any trace: "Why Hanqu is also a brother, and he is also familiar with the entertainment industry, check the situation to find people, let Juniors come to work."

"Dad, I'll be there in half an hour, I will do this today."

The old man was still angry: "Can't let him be a joke, our old Han family wants a face!"

"There are three children in the family named Long, and one of them will go out to sing and perform for people every day. Now, even if they are reluctant to go back to do business, their family has not been fooled into the back bones by gossip-you hurry to stop this child !"

Turning around in the afternoon, Han Qu personally came to the filming building on the outskirts of the city.

He roughly knew the existence of this younger brother, and he had met hurriedly in his childhood, and he did not care about it.

Even without the identity of the outside room, it would be a bargain to coax the elderly.

Although I am too lazy to accompany me, of course, I would like to please the elder's face project.

——By the way, let’s take a look at the virtue of the small artists in our company, and it’s not a loss.

Han Qu entered the reception room in front of him, and Assistant Zhang next to Pei Ruye heard the wind, and the elevator didn't wait to run quickly to the fifth floor to find someone. While striding two steps at a time, he was still giving Huo Blade calls.

"Han Qu is here-say to find someone!"

Huo Jian just happened to teach the students to arrange common sense, and signaled the assistant to follow his own content. He hurried down in a coat.

He could not predict the purpose of Han Qu coming over this time.

Are you doubting yourself? Still want to hear more?

Pei Ru also held a meeting in Beicheng District, instructing Zhang Zhu to take a few people to accompany Huo Jian, and always keep an eye on the palms to make no mistakes.

Four or five people came to the reception room together. Han Qu was sitting on the sofa with his legs tucked up and playing with his mobile phone, and there was a little chatter leaning over to light a cigarette.

Huo Jian’s expression did not change when he smelled of pungent smoke, and he still appeared in a weak and tired state, barely raising a smile and saying, "How did President Han come suddenly?"

"It's not a big deal," Han Qu observed his bloodless lips, and tossed his phone to his assistant in two or three seconds: "I want to find someone in you."

Huo Jian quickly pondered all the clues related to him. Assistant Zhang sided with Dodge: "Sorry Han, our trainees here have signed an agreement, and the company needs to be responsible for their safety."

"My brother, don't you let me see?"

The room suddenly fell into silence.

Han Qu is extremely public, and he feels that this bargain is also named Han. Now it is convenient for the program crew to take care of it.

He straightened up and drank a cup of tea, and raised his lips and smiled: "The old man at home is ill and wants to see his grandson."

"Xiao Huo is so sensible and sells me a lover."

Huo Jian instantly remembered the only young man named Han among the 80 people.

Han Yang.

Although Han Yang did not show up in the primary election, he signed up for the tutor assessment in the second round of theme dance.

And I danced very steadily, I couldn't see that there was no basis for dancing.

What is even more rare is that Han Yang was born with a good voice.

There are many people who can sing this year, but there are too few who can be remembered by the ear.

One depends on timbre and sound quality, and the other depends on deductive ability.

Han Yang appeared on TV less than three minutes this time, and the popularity ranking jumped from more than sixty to twelve.

The audience is accustomed to Gu Shaochu's offensive players like Zhu Xizhi. Occasionally, a baby-faced boy with a good voice poke his appetite.

"He's so cute!! This sound is so moist and I love it!!"

"My little thrush is actually an illustrator! He won the National Silver Award in painting!"

"I've looped this audio ten times, so I really want to hear him hum the album..."

——The popularity ranking is currently secret, but the mentor knows all.

But who would have thought that he and Han Qu were brothers.

"Han Yang?"

"Well." Han Qu didn't explain much, and looked at the invisible urging of his eyes: "Take it back one afternoon and accompany the old man to talk."

Huo Jian glanced at the working surveillance camera with Yu Guang, thinking for a moment to call someone to take Han Yang down.

"It still depends on his own choice."

When Han Yang went downstairs, his brain was still the magic circle of the metronome, and he looked dumbfounded when he saw the smoker.

"Who is this?"

Huo Jian was thinking about four or five things at the same time, and it took a while to introduce.

Han Yang froze for a long time, and turned to look at Huo Jian again: "Mr. Huo, I can't do anything about this. I have to call my mother and ask."

Han Qu chuckled unobtrusively.

How old was Ma Bao and it was disgraceful.

Huo Jian heard some clues from this sentence. The vertical and horizontal movements in his brain were linked in the same second, and he responded quickly.

Ms. Huang answered the phone without sighing.

She thought that the grandfather was about to arrive, and she would have to breathe in a few days.

"Don't delay the business, go early and return early."

"Okay, got it."

Han Yang was watching this half-brother throughout the phone call. Although his eyes were blank, he stood alert.

"Pay attention to safety, call me at any time." Huo Jian looked complex.

"It was sending him home, not sending him to suffer." Han Qu sneered. When he got up, he pressed the cigarette **** on the tablecloth of the embroidered flowers and birds, and instantly burned a scar like a beautiful crafts-like satin. hole.

Huo Jian watched several of them leave and vaguely felt it was a turning point.

In his intuition, Han Yang and the Han family are not the same.

Han Yang wore a simple, uniform training uniform distributed by the company.

After getting on the bus, Han Qu glanced up and down several times, and motioned for his men to continue to light himself.

He had wanted to stay a little longer, seeing the bitterness of this company and Huo Jian, the interest was destroyed for a few minutes.

"How do you want to be on TV?"

Han Yang looked down at the small crescent on his nails and whispered, "I like singing."

"How about having money at home and sending you to study outside?" Han Qu put forth the generosity of his eldest son, wishing he could stay away from his own father, and it would be better to get nothing in the future: "Julia, Berkeley, Letter of recommendation.

Han Yang is still staring at his nails and no longer responds.

Han Qu shouted and hugged. When he saw him, he spoke a little bit: "You are from the Han family. Even if you have a bad background, you can't lose my family's face."

"No show on this show. Singing and dancing are just pastimes and can't be considered serious--"

"Do you believe me or not?" You said coldly now.

When the words came out, the whole car, from the bodyguard to the driver, wanted to find a place to bury themselves.

No one has dared to put Han Qu's face like this for many years, they must not cut their ears when they heard this!

As soon as Han Qu turned pale, he grabbed Han Yang's face with his hand: "What are you talking about?"

"Han Yang, you hear clearly," he gritted his teeth and said, "You are just my dad who's out there—"

"Snapped!"

Han Yang slaps his backhand and slaps it hard, with the fierceness of his mother's murder.

The slap was accurate and heavy, and the hand began to swell as soon as the whole face was opened.

He didn't wait for Han Qu to respond, and took advantage of the red light to unlock the door and step out of the car. He stood in the traffic with the door open, his expression cold.

"I have just met, and I have to arrange for me to fall back on this one and the other. What's the matter? When will I get married and have children to listen to you in the future? Is your father sending you to talk about these nasty people?"

"Is it necessary to look back even if I put a few pillows in my bedroom and put the potted plants? When the leader is very busy, the aunt of the neighborhood committee has to do enough work to support it?"

The baby-faced boy akimbo with his hands, screaming loudly.

"The police station only took 15 taxis in the past, and it would be a week to change the name to Huang and go through the formalities--"

"I'm so shameless, I tell you, if you think we are all surnamed Han, you will be able to point fingers at my life and get rid of your dad's eggs! I don't want this surname!"

Not only did he have a clear voice, he also used the professional Dan Tian from the class to speak, almost a whole street could be heard after a few words of curse.

Han Qu kept respecting and optimizing for so many years. In his thirties, he hadn't been in contact with such a market blowout. At this time, his buzzing blood surged upwards.

Without waiting for him to think back, Han Yang took a step back and continued to block the conversation.

"Your family pays for maintenance or pays for nutrition. It is just right to go to court to be reasonable."

"I don't care how bad you are, but if there is a word that is disrespectful to my mother, I will never enter the door of your house in my life, oh-yuck!"

The red light slowly turned to the green light, and the traffic rushed forward slowly.

Many drivers are still half-opened, listening to the gossip of dogs with their ears upright.

Han Qu now has the heart of stabbing people.

When he set out, he promised his dad that if he wanted to get two or three sentences, he would stab a barrel of explosives, but he couldn't beat him.

There was a feast at home, and the two old men were waiting with joy to take their second grandson home.

Han Yang doesn't go by now, it's because he doesn't do things well, and he can't do big things.

If he went to sue, he would have to be scolded.

Hey, why couldn't you just take the job? ?

Han Qu's sullen face allowed the horn to ring in the back of the car, pressing on the fire and saying: "Come in first."

"I'm not going in." Han Yang took out the money clip and taunted: "With the task? I called the taxi back to the company and saw you back!"

The taxi driver in the next lane listening attentively honked his horn very professionally.

Han Qu was squeezed with a soft underbelly, and said with a black face: "You are nonsense! The old man in the family can't afford to be sick, and you can get me in the car, Han Yang!"

"You apologize to me now." Han Yang said coldly: "I'll fix this taxi. If you apologize, we'll see you in the old house. If you don't say, I will go back to the company now, and I won't see anyone in your family again."

The green light slowly turned into a red light again.

Seven or eight cars are reliant on leaving, and they generally listen with interest as they occupy the front row seats of the cross talk session.

Han Qu finally understood how this cheap brother was so tightly covered by his mother's house.

What kind of brain is his father, provoking a crazy mother-in-law and giving birth to a little crazy man? ? ?

There are so many women in the world who have to pick a **** to have such a thing? ?

"I apologize," he said stiffly: "I just want to care about you, don't get me wrong."

"It's easy to say what to study abroad. If you don't want to go, don't go."

"Record... the show, that's your freedom."

"Grandpa is still sick, Han Yang, you have to consider it for the elderly."

Han Yang stared at his eyes.

"Apologize to my mother."

Han Qu's face was as smelly as eating **** shells, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't scold her at all."

"You scolded in your heart."

Han Qu thought that it was a joke that such a fool would take home, and forcibly accompanied with a smile: "Auntie, I still respect, don't think about it, let's go back to see the old man first."

Han Yang sneered, turned and entered the back of the taxi.

The traffic lights just turned yellow to green.

The bodyguard thought that all the comrades in this car had to be assassinated in the middle of the night, and closed the door to the boss with a big expression.

This is also when the sun came out from the west... This stupid boss still has a day of scolding from the street? ? Did you dream? ?

In the taxi, the driver clapped, and after crossing the throttle at the destination, he crossed the Land Rover, and it drove particularly cheerfully.

"I won't charge you money on this trip, little brother!"

"The rich second generation should be scolded like this for a few times, hey, I really think of myself as a good character..."

The driver said spit in the air, Han Yang sat in the back row shaking his hand so that he could barely hold the phone.

He actually didn't feel confident.

But these are the rules taught by the family.

Han Yang has been short since he was small, and is most likely to be bullied in school.

My mother is a ruthless person. She can scold the delinquent head teacher like a grandson at school, take care of the child outside, go home and squat in front of the child to train people.

"Some things can be tolerated, some things are not allowed from the beginning."

"They dare to give you a nickname today, and tomorrow they dare to pick your pants in front of the class."

"Yangyang, face is the least important to live well."

"Your surname Han is surnamed Huang, and SpongeBob Squarepants mother has no problem, but you must have a brain."

"If you want to spend a lifetime, you have to rely on your brain to do things."

Han Yang was out for a few seconds, and when shaking his hand, he still shook his hand a little.

He swallowed and texted his good friend.

Qiuyu is still in the little black room with a code word of 20,000 days.

[Tweeted tweeted]: Brother, I'm almost scared to death TUT

[My brother universe is the best]: Why are you suddenly gone, okay? O-O

[Tweeted tweeted]: I was taken to a family dinner by my half-brother...he was so annoying! ! I didn't hold back and sprayed hard, and I had to meet later, so scared...

[My elder brother is the best in the universe]: Ah, then you must be good in front of your elders. It’s especially useful to cry and chirp properly. #点赞

[Tweeted tweeted]: Okay! I promise to cry at the door!

The driver of Han Qu thought about his safety throughout the journey, and the car drove extremely slowly.

The taxi drove all the way, and turned to the restaurant.

Han Yang was introduced into the hall by his servant, and as soon as he saw the elders sitting in a room, he began to wipe his tears with a whimper.

The old lady of the Han family was very upset about Han Yang's going out as a play. When he saw that the little pity had grown so tall, the face was completely a child, and his heart was quickened.

"Ouch, grandpa and grandma are here, crying or crying..."

Han Yang whimpered to let his four or five relatives come over to touch his face, and saw the old man's face flushed with red light, and Zhang Kouchang burst into tears: "Brother Han Qu says you are almost dead, I worry about you. !"

The old man's face was black immediately.

"This **** can't speak at all!"

Han Gaozhi scolded Han Qu several times. At this time, he did not expect that his second son was so small and exquisite, and he didn't even reach one meter seven.

…When wearing a student uniform, you will have to spend your money.

The family naturally surrounded him and asked for warmth, and put out a face that had separated bones and flesh for too long, and said anything good to coax.

Han Yang exaggerated a few words in his heart, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw Han Qu put out a murderous aura step door.

She shivered again and again, causing the old lady to hug her heart in distress.

"They are all family members, who do you show your face to?" Han Gaozhi scolded: "There is no seriousness in my thirties, look at your brother!"

Han Qu looked closely, and Han Yang sat down next to his grandpa with red eyes, and the old lady was still peeling oranges.

"I'm worried at home that he was wronged when recording the program. Where is it that he is not like a person? He just scolded his brother as if he was just as soon as they met?" The old man asked himself to find a face and a step: "Take ten thousand steps back, this Recording a program means having fun, not the reason you used to count your brother!"

Han Yang whispered: "Brother apologized to me, don't scold him."

"He promised to ignore me in the future, and he can continue to record programs in the future."

Old Master Han was just saying a scene to deal with both ends. When he thought that Han Qu had given such a ghost promise, he immediately gave him another glance.

After eating a whole meal, Han Qu was so angry that he was suffocated with his internal organs and fried in his stomach.

Finally, Han Gaozhi personally drove Han Yang back to the company.

"You can do it as you like, I won't stop it." Han Gaozhi wanted to reach out and touch the child's face, but he still sat in the driver's seat for a while. "I will take care of you at home whenever you are tired, and you can stop at any time."

Han Yang looked at the father, who had not seen him for 20 years, without a word. He didn't think about it for a while. Was he a kind nature, or was he just looking after the surname above his head.

Some warmth and kindness may not be true. He has been supporting this family with his mother for so many years, and he understood it early.

"I am leaving."

"Well, I'll pick you up for dinner on the weekend." Han Gaozhi was also awkward and paused for a few seconds. "Your brother's character is too stubborn. Don't bear it if you have anything. Tell me at any time."

Han Yang nodded silently in his heart, smiled on the face, and pulled away to say goodbye.

On the 20th floor, the companions were singing and playing the piano.

Huo Jian leaned against the railing and rubbed his forehead, and his jacket was slightly raised by the night wind.

He kept thinking about it this afternoon, not wanting Han Yang to be affected by the battle.

The children had nothing to do with those broken things, and they only came into contact with the Han family today.

Han Yang was inexplicably relaxed when he saw him, and quickly walked over.

"Teacher, I'm back!"

Huo Jian noticed that he was crying and bent over: "Are you okay, they bullied you?"

"How come." Han Yang shook his head quickly: "I'm so fierce."

He opened his hand and hugged Huohu hard, a little reluctant to let go.

The teacher smells so good.

It's rosy.