I have crossed the [entertainment circle]

Jian Yanxi pushed open the door of the apartment, only to find that the lights in the living room were dimmed, and the whole room was eerily empty, as if no one was there, and at this time in the past, Han Zhaonan should have returned.

With a flash in his eyes, he couldn't help thinking about the information that the middle-aged man in the camel-colored windbreaker sent over yesterday. It might be about the Han family, or it might be about Mingchu. Han Yuliang's side finally started to move, so Han Zhaonan was alerted?

There didn't seem to be anything wrong with his mood when he left the house this morning.

Jian Yanxi thought for a while, finally took out the phone, found the string of numbers signed by "Bear Boy" in the communication log, and dialed it. After a few rings...

hung up?

Jian Yanxi was taken aback, frowned, and called again. This time the bell rang for a longer time, and was finally picked up when a song was about to be sung. Han Zhaonan's voice over there was very normal, but the surroundings were slightly disturbed Noisy, just listen to him: "What's wrong?"

"Where are the people?"

Han Zhaonan was a little unresponsive. In the past, Jian Yan Xi Ke never asked about his whereabouts: "Outside."

"...Are you talking nonsense with me here?" Jian Yanxi was almost laughed at by him: "The exact address!"

"A bar." Sensitively, Han Zhaonan heard Jian Yanxi's slightly heavy breathing on the phone, and hurriedly continued: "Chenxiang Street Zoro."

"..."

no sound?Han Zhaonan blinked, put the phone in front of his eyes, only to find that the phone had been hung up.

day.

The young man cursed secretly, lifted the bottle again and stared boredly at the lights shooting from the top in all directions. Sure enough, half an hour later, Jian Yanxi appeared in front of him wearing a black sweater with a hat and a mask, his eyes fluctuating .

Han Zhaonan showed a smile and said: "Fully armed...Aren't you afraid of being photographed?"

"Please ask Mr. Han to help me suppress it if you get the picture. Why, you can't even do this?"

Han Zhaonan snorted: "Why should I help you?"

"Aren't you my benefactor?" Jian Yan didn't change his face.

puff!

Hey!

Han Zhaonan took a sip of wine from his mouth, stunned, looked at Jian Yan with a dazed face and said, "What did you say?" He had an auditory hallucination just now, right?Just now Jian Yanxi definitely didn't spit out the word "golden master", right?

"I said..." Jian Yanxi grinned and repeated again: "Aren't you my benefactor? Isn't it normal to press the news for me?"

"When did I become your benefactor!" Han Zhaonan glared at him, "I..." I am innocent!

"Brother Wen said." Jian Yanxi was indifferent, rubbing his fingers against the rim of the transparent glass: "He said that you helped me sign Huajie, and that you helped me get Wang Changbu, and you also gave Chongming the script of the TV series that Chongming plans to shoot next year. I choose, the effect is already equivalent to a golden thigh, a golden master—”

And Liang Wenqing seldom said good things about Han Zhaonan once, in order to arouse the shame that Jian Yanxi didn't have at all, and still hoped that Jian Yanxi could tell Han Zhaonan what they saw that day. Of course, Jian Yanxi was cruel and ruthless rejected his request.

Han Zhaonan almost didn't bring it up in one breath. Of course he didn't know the reason why Liang Wenqing said these words. He gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of manager is Liang Wenqing? He usually tells you these things?" For some reason, he subconsciously refused. Liang Wenqing's positioning of him and Jian Yanxi—little star and financial master, what the hell kind of relationship is this?

He helped Jian Yanxi because the two were friends, and Jian Yanxi could afford these things, unlike Mingchu...

Thinking of this, Han Zhaonan's eyes suddenly darkened, and he stopped taking the wine.

Jian Yanxi raised her eyebrows, looked at his face that suddenly calmed down and asked: "What's the matter?" After thinking about it for a while, he didn't pretend that he didn't know anything, and asked bluntly: "There is something wrong with Mingchu. what is the problem?"

"You know?" Han Zhaonan was surprised, a little confused: "How do you know?"

"Guess. I also felt that something was wrong at the auction before. Why, does he really have a problem?"

Han Zhaonan sneered: "It's not just a problem, it's a big problem." He briefly explained the affair between Mingchu and Han Yuliang that he had lured him to take drugs in the bar before and the relationship between Mingchu and Han Yuliang that he found out afterwards. Said: "I really didn't expect..."

It has been more than ten days since the last incident at the bar, and Han Zhaonan's sadness has already dissipated. If it was anger that controlled him in Heze Villa during the day, then he just couldn't figure out why he didn't want to go back to the apartment tonight.

He couldn't figure out what the hell he did to Mingchu to make Mingchu treat him like this.There is always a reason to hate someone, right?

What followed was deep self-doubt. Mingchu hated him, but Mingchu was not the only one who hated him in this world. What did I do wrong?Han Zhaonan sneered: "I really didn't think about it, and I didn't figure it out. What a rotten person I am, I want to get to this point."

The Han family is isolated and helpless, but the friends who treat each other sincerely outside the Han family have sharp claws and fangs hidden behind their backs, and they will pounce on him to tear his throat and taste his blood when he is relaxing and comfortable... …

Why?And why?

Jian Yanxi pushed the empty wine glass in front of Han Zhaonan, motioned him to pour it for himself, and said, "Being strong and weak, this is already a kind of original sin."

Han Zhaonan remained silent.

Jian Yanxi continued: "Behind you are guarding a whole cave of treasures. The golden light touches people's hearts. The strength declared by these wealth makes you have more energy than ordinary people; but you yourself don't have the strength to guard this treasure. The limbs are weak, so weak that there is no way to resist the robbers who are barking their teeth and claws." Jian Yanxi sneered: "The wealth is left to you by your mother and grandfather, if you can't guard them..."

Those things should have belonged to Han Zhaonan, even he should have more than those things.

Beiyan's supreme position should have been Jane Zhen, he was born as a prince, but there are countless people coveting those things that belonged to him.

However, they can only fight, suffer, and bleed, otherwise?

Otherwise, what awaits them is death, decay, and dry bones. In these battles, it is almost impossible to get out of the body.

Jian Yanxi suddenly realized when he thought of this, and then he suddenly realized that the reason why he was special to Han Zhaonan in his heart was definitely not because he had the same face as the prince Jian Linyuan, but because Han Zhaonan's current situation was so similar to that of the past. he.

There is no doubt that Jian Linyuan is absolutely lucky. As the only son of the Holy Spirit Emperor, he was born with infinite honor and favor. If there is no accident, he is destined to sit on the supreme position; Jian Linyuan is completely different, they have no way to take the honors that should belong to them as a matter of course, they have to rely on killing and robbing to obtain them through endless battles.

The difference is that Jian Yanxi succeeded, while Han Zhaonan is still struggling in that process.

Thinking of this, Jian Yanxi's heart suddenly softened, took the wine that Han Zhaonan poured for him, raised his eyebrows and collided with his wine bottle, made a crisp sound, and said with a smile: "Come on."

Come on, Han Zhaonan.

Han Zhaonan felt relieved, saw a small smile on the young man's face, and watched him take off the mask and drink the glass of wine, with red lips sticking to the glass, Adam's apple... Han Zhaonan's heart moved, and his index finger turned up unconsciously , then panicked, turned his eyes to avoid the scene in a panic, and almost knocked over the wine bottle on the table.

Jian Yanxi put down his wine glass and looked at Han Zhaonan's blushing face, wondering, "What's wrong?"

"It's better to wear a mask, it's not good to be photographed later." Han Zhaonan looked at Jian Yanxi's face with the mask lifted from the corner of his eye and said stiffly.

"How do you drink while wearing it?"

"What wine to drink?" Han Zhaonan frowned: "It's getting late, let's go home."

"..." You are playing with double standards, boy.

Jian Yanxi didn't have any deep obsession with drinking, so the two finally returned to the apartment quickly. He took a taxi when they came, and Han Zhaonan's co-pilot when they went back.However, when Han Zhaonan started the car, he frowned and glanced at Jian Yanxi, and suddenly asked, "When are you going to learn how to drive?"

"Why learn to drive?"

"It's inconvenient." Han Zhaonan explained: "Your status is not suitable for taking public transportation, so you should learn how to drive quickly. In the future, when Zhao Chen or Liang Wenqing is not around, you won't even be unable to get out."

"I don't want to learn." Jian Yan turned around on the west side and put on the big hat of the sweater, adjusted his posture and lay down, and said lazily: "Why should I learn by myself when I have a driver?"

Young Master Han who was suspected of being called the driver: "..." After two seconds, he said with difficulty: "It's impossible to have a driver following you at any time in your life, right?"

Jian Yanxi said lightly: "You don't have to worry about it." Immediately, she closed her eyes and assumed a posture of refusing to communicate——

When he first crossed over, he touched the car for a while, and finally hit the garage pillar. Would His Majesty the Emperor say such a thing?

Half an hour later, the two arrived home, Jian Yanxi opened the door with the key in hand, changed his shoes and clothes, went to the balcony to water his new flowers, Han Zhaonan tidied himself in the bedroom slowly, and took a shower to clean up Get rid of the strong smell of alcohol.

When he came out of the bathroom door and found that Jian Yanxi was still on the balcony, he almost moved a small bench to guard the little flower day and night.

I don't know what to look at.

Han Zhaonan rolled his eyes in his heart, because of Jian Yanxi's force value, he didn't dare to say it clearly, when he was going to the study to turn on the computer to check the email, Jian Yanxi's phone on the living room table suddenly vibrated violently, but Jian Yanxi didn't seem to listen Arriving, still motionless, Han Zhaonan frowned and said, "Telephone."

"Who?" Jian Yanxi didn't bother to move: "It's so late, it should be Brother Wen, you pick it up and turn on the speakerphone."

Han Zhaonan who was summoned: "..." Can I refuse?

Han Zhaonan's inner activities were complicated, remembering what he said briefly in the bar just now that he was the patron, he couldn't help thinking to himself, whose patron is being treated like this?While thinking about it, he walked to the small table, and sure enough, he saw the words Liang Wenqing on the screen.

Han Zhaonan slid to answer, and turned on the speakerphone by the way. Before he could speak, Liang Wenqing on the other end of the phone hurriedly said: "Yanxi! Mingchu really has a problem! We saw him with Han Yuliang the other day, and I wanted to say Maybe they are just friends! I didn’t expect him to have an affair with Han Yuliang! I was planning to lure Anan to take drugs, but luckily Anan was not fooled..."

"..." Jian Yanxi froze, and the action of putting the water bottle stopped in mid-air.

Liang Wenqing is a chatterbox, he can talk for a long time when no one is answering, but after he finished all the news he just knew just now, there was still silence on the other end of the phone, and he couldn't help wondering if he accidentally hung up. After disconnecting the phone, I hurriedly glanced at the screen, that's right, why is there no sound at all during the call?

In such silence, Liang Wenqing suddenly felt a rather bad feeling in his heart, and called out cautiously: "Yanxi?"

"Oh."

What?Liang Wenqing's eyes widened: "A'nan?"

On the other side of the apartment, Han Zhaonan's already warm heart was frozen again, this time even harder than before, he didn't have time to pay attention to the panicked Liang Wenqing on the other end of the phone, his anger almost made him grit his teeth——

"You already knew?!"

He actually knew it a long time ago!

And why didn't you tell him?

Han Zhaonan looked at Jian Yanxi with his back turned to him, and almost couldn't control himself - his eyes turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, he didn't know if it was anger or something else.

Jian Yan has traveled westward for so long, and for the first time, he feels that he may really encounter an unexplainable problem...

How to do?