Chapter 211

Han, the new film emperor, suddenly stopped filming for half a year. After half a year, he returned to the screen, which was a large-scale fantasy film. His predecessors made a match for him, and the popularity of the film temporarily overwhelmed the entertainment industry.

The speculation about who is behind Han Yi has never stopped. In the past, it was said that Han Yi was the boss behind Yun Yi, but later Yun also got the surname of Chen, and now the boss of Yun has become the surname of song. It seems that Han Yi's gold master has been changing all the time, but it's strange that Han Yi has been on the rise all the time, walking higher than ever.

Han also drank a glass of wine, in front of the graceful actresses and handsome actors, including some directors and producers who are already middle-aged and fat. He was on the banquet, but it was as if he was outside the banquet. Although he was dressed in a high-end suit, he still exuded a cold air that was not close to anyone. He was not in line with the party where everyone laughed and called for intimacy.

Several newcomers who finally crowded into the party secretly looked at him and tried to chat up with him, but they couldn't muster up courage.

"Come on, it's a good chance that you won't get easily."

"Yes, I can't stand to see him alone. You can see that the eyes of those actresses are glued to him!"

The girl who was urged frowned, wanted to go but was afraid. The man sitting on the sofa seemed to be in another world. He seemed to know that they were talking about him. Suddenly, he looked up and saw that the girl's face was covered with a red glow.

"Go

Her best friend pushed her forward. After two steps, she saw a young man sitting in front of Han Yi with a small stew cup in his hand.

"That man is..."

"It's Yang Ming, the hot new gold medal agent!"

"Do they know each other?"

The conversation between the girls set off another climax.

"They're all looking at you."

Yang Mingdao.

Han also did not speak, such as the face soaked in frost without any expression.

"Brother Han."

Yang Ming sighed: "general manager Zhou has been gone for more than half a year, and we have built a tomb of clothes. You have also gone to worship. The dead have died for a long time, but your life will continue."

Hearing Yang Ming say that Zhou Yunshen and Han Yi frowned, he suddenly got up and went outside. He pushed the French window to the small balcony. He lit a cigarette and took a hard puff, but he coughed violently because he smoked too hard.

"Brother Han!"

Yang Ming quickly grabbed his cigarette and was Kwai raised by Han. "Han brother, your body can no longer smoke."

The two eyes met, and no one let them.

"Don't mind me."

For a long time, Han also said.

Voice hoarse and low, like autumn rustle leaves from the branches.

"Marquis of Song Dynasty..."

Yang Ming's heart was sour, "what did he do to you?"

Han Yi's pupil shrinks fiercely, and his finger with smoke trembles. The trembling spark seems to be burning on Yang Ming's heart. He almost tears.

"I'll help you get out of him. Han Ge, "he said with the smell of prayer:" I help you, help Jingyun escape his claws together. "

"No need."

Han also exhaled the smoke ring, let go of Yang Ming's hand and turned to look outside. The star river was bright and the night breeze was gentle. It was a good night.

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

"Are you afraid of implicating me?"

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

"Yang Ming," Han Yi's voice sank, "it's not easy for you to come to this day. You have made rapid progress. You will certainly become the best agent in time. You have a good future. Don't cut the future on me."

"I'm not afraid!"

He spoke in a loud voice, his voice trembling.

"Brother Han, your kindness to me is more important than the mountain. If you want me to watch you live in such pain, you'd better let me die! Let me help you. I can get you out of city a and start all over again. "

"Brother Han, you still have a good life, and Jingyun is still young You have to think about yourself more. "

"It doesn't matter."

His eyes were fixed on some place, and after a long silence, he said, "it doesn't matter."

What did Yang Ming want to say? The sound of footsteps came from behind. Two people came out and saw Han Yi: "young master Han, the young master is waiting for you outside. Please go down immediately."

"Brother Han doesn't want to go now. You all go away."

Yang Ming frowned in disgust: "this is not your song family's territory!"

"Boy," a man raised his head with a ferocious scar on his right face and sneered, "don't look for trouble."

"I'll go first."

"Remember what I said," Han said

One person protects Han Yi to go out, but scar face is one step behind. When Yang Ming is ready to leave, he forces Yang Ming back.

"What do you want to do?" Yang Ming pointed to the room and said, "do you know what people are coming today? Does the Marquis of song dare to kill people here? ""Grandfather doesn't kill people."

Scar's face laughed. He took a spring knife from his pocket and pointed it at Yang Ming. His face was full of fierce banditry. "Tell me, what did Han also tell you? What did he make you remember? "

"What?"

"Don't you have him firmly in your hands? Are you afraid of it

Yang Ming said that in his heart felt very happy, like a long time accumulation of debris in the dark corner swept away the debris, shine in the sun.

"Do you want to die?"

Scar face approaching.

"Not yet?"

Han Yi's voice came, scar face turned to his impatient eyes, Han is also the treasure of their childe's palm, can not be provoked.

Scar face reluctantly takes the knife and leaves with Han. Yang Ming stands in the same place to watch Han get on a car, and then the car leaves quickly.

Is he still unable to help him?

He knew what he said was unimportant. When Zhou Yunshen died, it didn't matter what his life was after. He is now living like a walking corpse, or he is just living for Han Jingyun.

Yang Ming is sad in his heart. He likes him. What he can understand is his sadness and his contempt for his own life.

In the smooth driving car, song Hou is looking at something, and Han is looking out of the window at the fast passing street.

"Are you going to y city the day after tomorrow?"

"Well."

After a while, Han Yi's lazy voice sounded, "shoot an advertising location."

"He doesn't have to live in the folder for the same night," he said

"Well."

"You have no objection?"

Song Hou asked with great interest.

"Is opposition useful?"

"Well ~" Song Hou lengthened his nasal tone, approached Han and said, "it's useless, but I'm not used to your obedience and obedience."

"Half a year. You should get used to it."

Han also said lightly.

"So it is."

His hand hesitated and fell on Han Yi's hand. At the moment of skin contact, Han Yi's hand seemed to shrink, and the Marquis of song firmly grasped it. The tenderness in his eyes turned into a cold light, "don't you want me to touch you?"