Chapter 177

"Han Yichen, come to the company quickly!"

The angry voice of the agent came, and the big white foam was heard.

Han Yichen frowned and asked, "what happened?"

"What happened, young master? Don't you watch the news? Now the entertainment headlines are all about you!"

The agent's tone was a little contemptuous and said, "young master, you can be famous - but you have to be clean..."

Han Yichen hung up the phone with a slap. The more he said, the more disgraceful he became.

"Yi Chen, what's the matter?" Bai Mo asked nervously. I don't know why she had a bad feeling.

Han Yichen didn't speak and opened the news web page——

#Han Yichen's new song plagiarized # on the front page of entertainment news, and one after another news was about his plagiarism.

The major online entertainment pages are denouncing him for plagiarism, and the fans can't maintain it, and even tens of thousands of fans lose powder in an instant.

Bai Mo glanced at the headline of the news and turned pale in an instant. He looked at Han Yichen in a daze.

It's over, it's over, it's all over!

Han Yichen took a deep breath, looked at Bai Mo and said, "explain."

The news about his as like as two peas is written in the song: the lyrics of his new songs are just like the song of the ancient god of the industry.

Moreover, the creator of the ancient great God is Xia.

At this point, he can guess who the mysterious summer is.

"Did you write the lyrics?" Han Yichen asked coldly.

Bai Mo's face was pale. He grabbed Han Yichen's arm and said eagerly, "Yichen, I, I didn't mean it. I'm for you..."

For him! To fool him!

"Yi Chen, will you forgive me? I love you so much..." Bai Mo cried pitifully, "I'm afraid you like Wen zhixia. I didn't mean to. I just borrowed her things... Sobbing..."

White foam cried loudly. His nose and tears covered his face. He looked very ugly.

Han Yichen angrily threw his mobile phone to the ground and said coldly, "don't say it's for me, disgusting!"

Once hoodwinked, he ruined his music path. Thinking of the recording Wen zhixia gave him, he wanted to beat people angrily.

Bai Mo was startled. This was the first time Han Yichen lost his temper with her.

"In the morning ~" white foam shouted with red eyes.

"Don't call me!" Han Yichen was furious, his parents were disappointed, his beautiful and excellent fiancee and dazzling life were ruined.

It's all because - white foam!

No wonder, Wen zhixia said he was blind. He was blind to see white foam.

"We're finished." Han Yichen turned and wanted to leave the room that suffocated him.

"No - I don't want it!" Bai Mo rushed up and hugged Han Yichen.

Han Yichen threw her away in disgust. Bai Mo knelt and hugged his legs, crying sadly: "Yichen, I can't lose you... Sobbing... I really didn't mean to borrow Wen zhixia's things..."

Han Yichen's veins jumped on her forehead and kicked the white foam. She rolled around in embarrassment, and her clothes spread out to reveal her white fat.

"You stole!" Han Yichen scolded bitterly, "you stole zhixia's things and pretended to be poor and said you borrowed them! You're so cheap!"

Bai Mo knew that if she didn't catch Han Yichen, it would be over in the future. She knelt on the ground and looked at him——

"Yichen, I'm wrong, I'm really wrong... I can't lose you... I'll die..."

"Then you die." Han Yichen said coldly.