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

Hang Sui was taking a nap on the special plane back to China when the cell phone of his eldest son Hang Xiuyuan suddenly rang, and he instantly opened his eagle-like eyes.

"Hello," Hang Xiuyuan connected the phone, his voice tensed, "Well, I see, let's continue."

Hang Xiuyuan hung up the phone: "Dad, I just found the gathering place for those clowns, Xiao Yang, return, return..."

Hang Sui's expression didn't change much, but he clenched his hands on the seat a little bit: "You, call back."

"I, Hang Sui, have been in the shopping malls for many years. Whether in business or as a person, I always adhere to one thing: leave room and know how to measure." Hang Sui's voice became colder and colder. Hang Xiuyuan understood that his father was just yelling when he slapped the table at home and stared at him. When he was really angry, the brows were horribly flat.

"But today, tell them to do as much as they can."

Hang Xiuyuan nodded: "Understood."

"That's it." Inside the narrow rental house, the leading lawyer smiled at Yang De, and handed over a thin piece of paper with black and white letters—heavy weight, "Mr. Yang, take it."

"Impossible! Impossible!" Yang De almost tore up the lawyer's letter in his hand, his eyes were bloodshot, and several "colleagues" around fell silent, "How could Hang Xiutu be, is that Hang Sui's son?"

"You told me you lied to me, right! Hang Xiutu started from nothing, played a supporting role, and suffered all kinds of hardships! No one in the industry can find out which capital he is involved with... How could he belong to the Hang, Hang family? Son?!" He rushed forward to grab the lawyer's tie, but was easily avoided.

"Mr. Yang," the lawyer raised the corner of his mouth with a sarcasm, "my tie is not a high-end product, but if it is torn, it will be a big burden for you. Why bother?"

He smiled clearly, but said every word: "Also, I'm afraid money will be very important to you in the next period of time. Save more and waste less."

"You! Don't bully me for not being ignorant of the law!" Yang De no longer had the smugness just now, but looked like a mad dog being cornered, "The privacy rights of celebrities are different from ordinary people! I didn't break the law!"

"Some things depend on how they are said, and some lawsuits depend on how they are fought. Don't you understand such a simple truth?" The lawyer tugged on his tie and gave him a final glance with pity, "Mr. Yang Are you questioning our professional standards? Then you might as well give it a try.”

As the simple anti-theft door in front of him slammed shut, Yang De experienced tinnitus for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself kneeling on the ground in embarrassment and panting.

"How could Hang Xiutu be Hang Sui's son..." Yang De repeated over and over again, "How could Hang Xiutu be Hang Sui's son!"

If he knew that this great film king was the second son of the huge business empire of the Hang family... How could he, how could he have done such a stupid thing!

Yang De——Prying into other people's privacy, maliciously guiding public opinion trends as a career, making a living with "information", and finally perishing in ignorance, lust for profit and audacity, this is probably retribution.

At the press conference, everything had just settled, and before Hang Xiutu could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly received a call from his mother.

"Mom, my side already..."

"Repairing the way," Madam Hang's voice trembled uncommonly, "Xiao Yang is lost."

Hang Xiutu heard a "buzz" in his ears, as if covered by a layer of cloth, the noise from the audience disappeared instantly, only the mother's voice came over in a trance: "I'm afraid it will affect your state, so I lied to you first; Listen to me, our family has mobilized all available contacts to find someone—"

"Is there any news!" Hang Xiutu got up in an instant, knocked down several stools around him in a row, and one of them hit his knee heavily, but Hang Xiutu seemed to feel no pain, and rushed out clutching his phone tightly.

"No, but no news right now might be good news..."

"Where's his phone?"

"Keep shutting down."

"How did you lose it!"

"He lied to Xiao Chen that he was going to the green banquet on foot, and he finally showed up at the entrance of the Economic and Trade Building, around four o'clock..."

Hang Xiutu's heart seemed to be pinched violently: Hang Yang left by himself.

He resolutely left the moment he saw the news, and turned off his mobile phone, cutting off all contact with the outside world—why?Why is he always so unconfident, unwilling to believe that even if he abandons his blood, there are still so many people who will continue to love him.

"I have contacted all my relatives and friends, and now I am checking and taking pictures along the road," Mrs. Hang said in a more sonorous voice, as if she was comforting Hang Xiutu, but telling herself, "I will definitely find it, I will definitely find it! It's just a matter of time It's just a matter."

There was some movement on the phone, and a stranger's voice came from afar: "Mrs. Hang, regarding the transfer of Mr. Hang Yang's account, due to the widespread social effects caused by the incident, according to..."

Mrs. Hang's voice suddenly rose to a higher level. She had never been so scary when she scolded her subordinates: "Is this kind of shit important? You guys, can you, can you tell the priorities!! What did I do on the phone before? Explained? Can you understand human language? Huh? Talk! Can you understand me!"

Hang Xiutu hung up the phone on the spot, rushed to the underground parking lot, and drove his dusty Audi into the rain.

City W is located in the north, and although it is already April, it is still a bit chilly in spring.

Hang Xiutu's hands were still shaking slightly when he put the gear on: what clothes is he wearing?Cold?hungry?

Where is he going?

The mobile phone is always turned off——Hang Yang can’t consume, so he can rule out stores and hotels, and he is still wandering outside alone; so far, no one in the hot search real-time feed has encountered Hang Yang—he should be in a sparsely populated place.

But W City is too big, there is definitely more than one place that meets this condition, and the mother's people can't find out, so he can build roads by himself, can he really do it?

Look at the chance, see if there is a destiny coincidence, look at the fate in the dark...

Hang Xiutu lightly shook his hand on the steering wheel, and the car broke through the rainy and foggy night and drove towards the riverside road.

He drove slowly, with fewer and fewer people as he went forward, and at the end, it was so sparse and quiet that it made people panic behind...

On the side of the road, I don't know who surrounded a small fence, and there were some weeping grass and trees inside. Hang Xiutu just glanced at it lightly, but before he looked away, his hand trembled reflexively: behind the clumps of grass and trees were hidden A little reddish.

That is - cherry blossoms.

The author has something to say:

I was driving today, so I really didn’t have time to write, so I hurriedly added 2000 words when I arrived at the place (bow)