I have crossed the [entertainment circle]

Jian Yan rested her head on her hands, the room was dark with no lights on, and the TV was emitting a faint cold light. The foreign woman with yellow hair inside raised her middle finger with a ferocious face, and said viciously to the man opposite her: "Yousonofabitch!"

Looking at the translation in small white characters on the screen, Jian Yanxi raised his brows amusedly, and inexplicably thought of Han Zhaonan who was also full of swear words.

An hour later, he finished watching the movie, which received super high ratings on the Internet, and then turned on the light in the living room. He was about to get up and pour himself a glass of water, but when he passed the living room, he vaguely felt that something was wrong and stopped in his footsteps.

Is there someone outside?

The original owner's hearing is not very good, but in such a quiet night, the sound of glass bottles colliding with each other outside the door can still be heard clearly in Jian Yanxi's ears. After listening carefully, he can still find some small whimpering sounds.

Jian Yanxi was wearing gray home clothes. After thinking for two seconds, he walked to the entrance with his slippers on. He turned on the monitor and saw the scene in the corridor outside the door clearly——I saw a few empty wine bars lying horizontally in the originally empty corridor. A young man in a black leather jacket was leaning against the wall facing Jian Yanxi's door.The young man lowered his head, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but his yellow hair was messy, so people could tell his identity at once. Jian Yanxi was speechless for a moment, opened the door and looked up with a frown in surprise. Han Zhaonan asked, "What's the matter?"

Han Zhaonan, who just raised his head, was slightly stunned: "You...why are you here?"

Does he need a reason in his own home?Jian Yan put his hands in his pockets, and with unfriendly eyes, he asked again: "What are you doing here?"

If you usually see this kind of disgusting eyes, and then hear this kind of obvious disgusting words, no one needs to explain it. Young Master Han can punch someone and turn his head away, but he drank too much today. He was in a terrible mood, so he just grinned and showed his white teeth, showing no sign of being unhappy.

Before, he wanted to call Wang Ying after dinner at the old house of the Han family and ask him to come out to have a drink and play with him. Unexpectedly, Wang Ying had started to practice in the company half a month ago, and there happened to be an important event tonight. I couldn't get away from the entertainment, so I hung up the phone in a hurry without saying a few words.

At that time, Young Master Han was carrying a phone on the street. The autumn wind blew his body cold and his heart was even colder. The world was so big that he didn't know where he was going for a moment.

Unexpectedly, he didn't know which joint was wrong. He bought a dozen wines and drank them while walking. In a daze, he went to Jianyan's Xijia, which he had only been to once.

What is he doing here?He doesn't know either.

Han Zhaonan rolled his eyes and gave an inexplicable laugh. The wine bottle in his hand fell off with a "bang" sound, but he turned a deaf ear to it. The slightly silly smile on his face made him look a bit naive. Unexpectedly, he was pushed away by him, and a black shadow flashed in front of him, and the person had already entered the living room.

"..." Jian Yanxi's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he tried his best to control the thought of arresting him and beating him up.

The originally fresh air was completely covered by the smell of alcohol, Jian Yanxi resisted impatience and turned around, and found that the half-drunk young man had completely let himself go, standing on the left side of the living room with a dazed face and Jian Yanxi who was practicing kung fu. The wooden post stared dryly, and while staring, he stretched out his right index finger to poke the round upper part of the wooden post, and said seriously, "Why don't you smile? Are you unhappy?"

"Don't be unhappy, you will die." Han Zhaonan sighed, and rushed to hug the stake: "You will really die."

... so drunk.

Jian Yanxi closed the door, and in the living room, Han Zhaonan was holding the stake quietly, as if he was holding some kind of treasure.With his eyes closed under the light, Jian Yanxi realized that his eyelashes were unexpectedly long, and the skin on his face was also pale. If the obtrusive yellow hair were removed, he would probably be a standard good baby.

It will be more like the prince.

Jian Yanxi's eyebrows were slightly loosened, and the expression on his face eased. Han Zhaonan seemed to be hugging a wooden stake and finally had enough. He staggered back with one foot and fell into the soft sofa.

"It's so comfortable." He rubbed his face against the pillow, curled up the corners of his mouth, and said with a giggle.

Jian Yanxi was speechless, walked to the sofa and bent down to pat his cold face: "Hello—"

Han Zhaonan opened his eyes and saw Jian Yanxi smiled, waving his hands indiscriminately trying to get rid of Jian Yanxi's hands on his face, and muttered: "It's so warm, I don't like it!"

"..."

What should we do now?The original owner had no such experience, and when Jian Yanxi was the emperor, no one dared to get drunk in front of him.It's bad.

Jian Yanxi frowned, Han Zhaonan fell on his back on the sofa, spread his five fingers to cover his forehead, and when he saw Jian Yanxi's frowning look, he smiled in a good mood: "Why are you unhappy?" Without waiting for Jian Yanxi After answering, he laughed and continued: "I'm not happy either."

"Why are you unhappy?" Jian Yanxi glanced at him and asked casually.

Han Zhaonan was stunned and asked, "Why am I unhappy?" He tried hard to recall why he was unhappy?

Han Yi's words began to echo in his ears, saying that he had no father, brother or brother in his eyes. He turned around and said that not only did he have these things, but he didn't even have a mother.

Actually wrong.

Not only do I have no father, no mother, no brother, no brother, I have nothing, no uncle, no grandfather, no so-called relatives.Everyone thought he had it, but he didn't.

Han Zhaonan looked at the ceiling, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he became expressionless, and suddenly said: "Actually, I have known Han Baizhou for a long time."

"Han Baizhou?" Jian Yan raised his eyebrows westward, seeing his sober face and asked, "Your Han family?"

"He is Han Qiao's illegitimate child, he is three years older than me, and I knew it very early on." Han Zhaonan sneered: "Han Qiao is almost 50 years old and is still unmarried. He has no children on the surface, but he spoils me to the sky... Everyone thought he doted on me and regarded me as his son..."

Even Wang Ying thought so.

Even he himself thought so.

When he was four years old, his mother suffered from depression and committed suicide. Soon Han Yi brought Fang Yao into the house. Fearing that he would be wronged in Han Yi's house, Mr. Han took him to the old house of Han's family for education. He has been living in the old house for two years. There, he lived with Mr. Han and Han Qiao. Although he had no biological father to take care of him, Han Qiao treated him not only better than Han Yi, but even more than Mr. Han. uncle.

How much he wanted to call him dad back then.

If it wasn't for the fact that when he was six years old, he ran outside the study door by accident and saw Mr. Han and Han Qiao quarreling in a daze. Can't wait for him! Go! Die! Let that little bastard die!"

"Han Qiao, calm down, he is Susu after all..."

"How do I stay calm?!" Han Qiao gritted his teeth, each word seemed to come out of his heart and lungs: "If it wasn't for him, why would Susu's depression get worse? I said to get rid of this child at the beginning! Kill him directly! If it wasn't for him—"

Han Qiao turned his head excitedly, and his eyes just met Han Zhaonan who was outside the study with a terrified face. He couldn't help but not stop, but the cold light in his eyes became more intense, and his eyes were so red that they were about to burst: "Su, Su, how, what, yes, die?"

Han Zhaonan suddenly closed his eyes and threw the biting hatred out of his mind, paused for a moment before continuing in a daze: "He said that I killed my mother, so he hates me... But I can't figure it out, it's my mother, is it What does his brother's wife have to do with him?"

Yes, Yin Su is Han Yi's wife, so what does she have to do with Han Qiao?The most important thing is, why does Mr. Han seem to feel more guilty even though he feels helpless about this?Han Zhaonan couldn't figure it out, he was too young at that time, he only remembered the look in his eyes that wished him to die, he couldn't live in the old house anymore, he vomited whatever he ate, and even went on a hunger strike later, after half a month Within a month, Han Yi came to pick him up with disgust on his face.

But it doesn't matter, although Han Yi is his father, Han Zhaonan has never liked him, and has no expectations for him, so Han Yi's loathing and hatred for him is completely acceptable, but Han Qiao...

At that time, Xiao Han Zhaonan, who was only six years old, felt cold all over his body, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart. He only remembered that he seemed to be crying all the time, as if he had lost something important.

Later, as he grew up, the memory of that period became increasingly blurred, but his impression of Han Qiao remained.Thinking of this, Han Zhaonan sneered again, and continued: "He treats me very well...but occasionally, when he turns his back to people, he always shows that disgusted expression, and then he will try his best to make it up to me... Ha, is it funny or not? "

Jian Yanxi did not expect that he had such a rough relationship in the Han family. When he heard Liang Wenqing talk about it before, he always thought that even if Han Zhaonan's father was unloving and his mother was away, at least there would still be a powerful grandfather and uncle doting on him. Didn't expect these to be fake?

Then Mr. Han must not have cared much about Han Zhaonan, otherwise it would be impossible to see him so unmotivated and not teach him anything.

"That kid Wang Ying... always talking nonsense, telling me to fight for it... haha... what should I fight for?"

Han Yudong Han Yuliang has Han Yi and Fang Yao planning for them, who does he have?

Who cares about him?

Who cares whether he is cold or not?

Thinking of this, Han Zhaonan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Jian Yanxi's thoughtful face. He didn't know what he was thinking, but after a while, he suddenly asked, "Do you like me very much?"

"..."

What?Jian Yanxi opened her eyes slightly, and said in surprise, "I like you?"

"Yeah." Han Zhaonan blinked, his long eyelashes drooped and then curled up, and asked with a smile: "You don't like me, why do you always look at me like that?"

If you don't like me, why do you keep looking at me with that kind of familiar yet strange, intimate look?

Hey, don't pretend to be stupid, if you didn't look at me like this, why would I come to you?