After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

"I don't even want to talk about him when he's old and has such hypocritical habits." Mrs. Hang's words are disgusting inside and out, but there is always a smile from the corner of her eyes and brows, "It is said that something is on the phone Literary talk is tasteless, he has too much work, and he can’t come back to see you soon, so he expresses his love with words and thinks with words.”

She put the envelope on Hang Yang's lap: "Look at it, you just treat him as an old child and let him go."

When Hang Yang picked up the letter, his hands were still shaking, and he tried his best to suppress himself, not to behave too abnormally.But his limbs seemed to be out of control, and he tore clumsily for a long time before he managed to take out the rice paper in the envelope.When unfolded, a beautiful thin gold calligraphy was revealed.Hang Yang is not an expert, but he just thinks this calligraphy is really beautiful, and it can add a lot of color to the room if it is framed and hung directly on the wall.

"My son Hang Yang: I know that you are in better health. Even though you are separated by mountains and rivers, you are still very relieved. Now the day when we meet again is approaching. Great joy!"

There is also a line of correct lowercase below:

"There are a lot of things going on here, and my father and I can't get away for a while, so I asked my mother to go back to visit first, and hope you take care of yourself——Hang Xiuyuan"

"Father and... elder brother?" Hang Yang raised his head to look at his mother, his mind was still dazed, his tears fell first, and they slapped on the letter paper, fainting the bottom of the word "far".

Hang Yang picked up the letter in a hurry, and wiped it with his sleeve, but the result became more and more blurred: "I, I, I..."

"Hey, hey," Mrs. Hang hurriedly snatched the letter from his hand, hugged her little son tightly in her arms, and patted him on the back carefully like coaxing a child, "The doctor said, you can't have too much emotional ups and downs." , we have to listen to the doctor."

Her tone changed, and she suddenly became stern, and she could faintly see the demeanor of the "Iron Lady" in the mall: "What's the matter with this old thing, what did you write about? Why did you make my son cry?"

At the door of the room, Uncle Li went upstairs at some point. He knocked on the door frame with a smile: "Madam, breakfast is ready. The young master came back last night and went to bed without dinner. You must not miss breakfast."

Mrs. Hang nodded, touched Hang Yang's soft hair, leaned down and said softly: "Let's go baby, let's go to eat."

Mrs. Hang is talkative, and she talks about what she has seen and heard in country M at the dinner table. Although she never mentions business matters, most of the talks are trivial, but after Mrs. Hang's wonderful words, the trivial things are amazing It became interesting.Hang Yang wiped away his tears early, patted the table and laughed while eating, giving his mother enough face.

But on the opposite side, Hang Xiutu ate slowly, without saying a word the whole time, bringing the fine tradition of "speaking while eating and sleeping" to the extreme.Hang Yang even felt that taking pictures of himself and his second brother at the dinner table and comparing them together was simply the best comparison of human evolution from barbarism to civilization.

The meal was almost over, Mrs. Hang suddenly patted Hang Yang on the head, and her voice was no longer as relaxed as before: "Xiao Yang."

Hang Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at his mother nervously: "Mom?"

"Mom is getting old, and I want to tell you something." She rubbed Hang Yang's head twice, her voice softened, and Uncle Li, who was standing next to him, left the scene consciously, leaving time for the three mothers and sons people.

She looked up at her second son who was sitting across from her, her eyes were complicated, she seemed a little sad, but mixed with relief: "I used to be very strict with Xiuyuan and Xiutu, but now that I think about it, it has reached the point of being strict."

Hang Xiutu frowned, put down his chopsticks: "Mom."

"You don't have to say it," Mrs. Hang stretched out her hand to signal him not to interrupt herself, "I don't intend to dig out these old stories here. I just want to say, Xiao Yang... After falling asleep, not only me, but your father thinks It's changed too."

She showed a sad smile: "I used to look forward to your success every day, but now I just hope that you are healthy and happy."

"Xiao Yang, you can do whatever boy group you want. The family won't put pressure on you, and you won't be forced to come back," Mrs. Hang whispered in Hang Yang's ear, "If you want to play, you can play whatever you want. Ask your brother for any resources."

"If your brother can't solve it..." Mrs. Hang's voice was full of smiles, as if coaxing a child, "Come and find mom, mom can do anything."

Mother is omnipotent——Hang Yang's heart "boomed", as if being gently wrapped in a soft fire, which made him panic.

"Mom..." he yelled almost unconsciously.

"And yours." Mrs. Hang coughed, her voice suddenly became a little unnatural, "The one you like is called Ren Liu. Since you like it, our family will take care of it..."

"No need! Mom!" Hang Yangchao's mother grinned, showing an innocent smile, "I don't like him anymore! I just like my parents, my elder brother and my second brother!"

Mrs. Hang was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that she had heard it wrong, and then she pressed Hang Yang's shoulder, her eyes were full of joy: "You are serious!"

"Really!" Hang Yang tried his best to widen his eyes, trying to let Mrs. Hang see the sincerity in his eyes, "I'm sorry, Mom! I used to... have bad eyesight, and I won't do it again! And, Mom! I also I don’t want to be an idol anymore!”

Mrs. Hang was almost stunned by the double surprise. At this moment, her panting young son suddenly smiled and said, "I want to be an actor."

There was an awkward silence at the table.

Hang Xiutu, who hadn't spoken much, slowly put down the coffee cup in his hand: "Do you want to be an actor?"

"Okay." Mrs. Hang quickly adjusted her mentality. At least her son doesn't want to cling to the male celebrity to fall in love. It can be regarded as progress. He looked at Hang Xiutu, "You sign Xiao Yang from the previous company to your studio, and I will come Pay liquidated damages."

"No need." Hang Xiutu's bony fingers gently rubbed the handle of the cup, his beautiful eyes seemed to have insight when he focused on a person, and Hang Yang was defeated by such gaze again, no matter what Consciously lowering his head, his hands gripped the edge of the table tightly.

"Hang Yang, are you serious?" Hang Xiutu tapped his finger on the table and frowned slightly, "Or is it the same as being a boy group, just on a whim for some external reason? Playing tickets?"

Hang Xiutu seems to be born with an extraordinary sense of oppression. When he doesn't deliberately restrain himself, or deliberately suppress his sense of existence, this kind of aura is almost terrifying.

"Xiutu," Mrs. Hang frowned, and replayed the teacup on the table with a "bang", "This is home, not a workplace. Don't speak in this tone to your family."

"No, Mom," the auras of the two bosses clashed head-on, and the air pressure in the restaurant swished down, "You were the one who started talking about this matter. 'Actor' is my profession, and it's out of the question for me Talk. Please understand."

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Happy Christmas Eve babies, mua