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"Xu Pengfei?"

Xue Bin was puzzled for a moment, and passed the name in his mind several times. As a CEO who has always been unable to remember names, he frowned and thought for a long time before finally remembering who this person was.

"Oh, you mean that domestic violence man?" He said slowly.

Xu Pengfei, Qi Yanran's husband, is also Zhang Zichen's godfather - because of his perverted desire to control, he finally drove his wife to a dead end.

But what should not be overlooked is that Qi Yanran's sweet talk diamond ring is an extremely important part of this tragedy.

When Qi Yanran discovered that there was a death talisman written on her wedding ring, her first reaction was from Xu Pengfei.

"This man sneered when he saw me for the first time." Xue Han bent down while talking leisurely, and picked out a pair of diamond rings from a pile of jewelry to play with in his hands. He seemed to know these jewelry like the back of his hand, You can tell the difference between these little things at a glance.

"At that time, I thought there might be something wrong with this person." He smiled lazily, tapped his temple with his fingertips, then raised his eyes to Xue Bin, and said in a low voice: "But then I suddenly felt that this Xu Pengfei seemed a little look familiar."

"But where have I seen him?"

"Where is it."

Xue Han staggered as if he was drunk, and collapsed on the sofa while murmuring words.

He looked at the ceiling quietly, and in front of his blurred vision was the dark pattern mural that his parents once loved.At that time, he could clearly see every relief and every trace of the pattern, but now...

He couldn't see clearly, and he didn't want to see clearly.

Maybe it was because the fleeting loneliness was too dull, for a moment, Xue Han felt his eyes heat up in a trance.

He wanted to raise a nonchalant smile, but he couldn't lift the corners of his lips anyway.So he gave up and covered his eyes with the back of his hand instead.

He had sworn never to come back here again.

At that time, Xue Han was still pretending to be meaningless thinking, anyway, I am proficient in eating, drinking, and playing, and I can pick out any one at random, and I can mix up my personality. ?

But in the end, he returned to the country with a piano on his back, just for the truth that lingers deep in his heart.

Xue Bin looked at him silently, as if he had returned to his high school days in a trance—he always listened to Xue Han so quietly.

Only then did the tense atmosphere dissipate, Xue Han sat up from the sofa, and continued with lowered eyes: "I remember, it was the meeting on Monday morning, and Xu Pengfei was sitting in a corner..."

At that time, Xue Han had just graduated from high school, and his parents often asked him to come to the company to participate in some internships and meetings.

On this day, Xue Han was stuffed into the car while half asleep and half awake, and dragged to the downstairs of the Miyu Enterprise Building for 'unloading'.

At that time, Xue Han was not much taller than he is now, and his legs were long and straight in an eye-catching white suit.The person who couldn't keep his eyes open when he was in the car stepped on the ground, as if the buff had been turned on suddenly.

He is tall and slender, his back is tight and straight, with a decent and gentle smile, he looks like a refreshing nobleman.

Whenever someone around him bowed down to greet him, Xue Han would humbly nod his head in return, winning a lot of goodwill.

He came to the huge meeting room as usual, randomly picked a vacant seat against the wall and sat down, pretended to open the laptop, and clicked on the game through the hidden corner.

The meeting that day seemed to be about content customization.

Most people advocate that customers should DIY honey content, and the company is only responsible for the production, but does not assume any responsibility.

But there are also a few people who think that doing so will cause some adverse effects and controversy-such as copyright issues and illegal content.

Xue Han's mother sat in the upper seat, facing the tense debate, she looked calm and calm.

Xue Han seemed to be serious, and whenever a speaker expressed his opinion to him, he would smile and nod slightly.The lethality of that face directly made people ignore an abnormal phenomenon - he always had this expression no matter which side of the opinion it was.

The corporate culture of Sweet Talk was quite open at that time, insisting on equal treatment and encouraging employees to actively express their views and opinions.

After another project manager who advocated that the company should not take responsibility slobbered and expressed his opinion, Xue Han secretly rolled his eyes, clicked and dragged the mouse, and threw out a charge card, mercilessly Kick the opponent's leader straight.

"I...I have a different opinion!"

At this time, a blunt voice came from the corner of the conference room.

Xue Han's mother cast her clear eyes on the man, raised her hand lightly and said, "Please tell me."

The man wore glasses that looked like the bottom of a beer bottle. Judging from his livid face and pale lips, he was very nervous.

"Let... let customers customize content by themselves, add customized functions, improve... improve satisfaction, this... um, this is just the most ideal state."

He clutched his trousers with sweaty palms, leaving a wet handprint on them.

"But we...have always accommodated customers, and this will definitely destroy the product concept of Miyu's original design!"

What he said was too straightforward and absolute, causing everyone to cast contemptuous glances at him.

However, Xue Han's eyes flashed, and he finally became interested, and glanced at the name tag on the man's chest.

Xu Pengfei.

Kind of interesting.

"Oh?" Xue Han's mother sat firmly on the top seat, her expression was flat, but her tone was not very good: "You mean, the product concept of Miyu is vulnerable?"

Xu Pengfei was startled, not knowing how to speak.

"Xu Pengfei, how do you understand Honey Talk's corporate culture?" Xue Han, who hadn't spoken since entering the meeting room, suddenly smiled, and took the conversation naturally, with a friendly and gentle tone, and everyone's eyes were on the same line. The brush turned around.

Xue Han's mother glanced at him lightly, without saying a word, apparently acquiescing.

"I..." Xu Pengfei looked at the young man with outstanding temperament from a distance, his throat choked.

There are many elite talents in various fields present here, and some are even old-timers in the industry, but this young man who has just grown up does not have any professional knowledge, and it does not seem to violate the harmony between them.

In the sudden focus of his gaze, he was neither arrogant nor humble, but also slightly comfortable and at ease, forming such a sharp contrast with Xu Pengfei himself.

For a moment, this last straw finally crushed Xu Pengfei, who had been running around for a living since he left the school, and bumped into walls everywhere.

Xu Pengfei pinched his palm fiercely, and said like a broken jar: "I, I don't understand why we have to set up such a corporate culture!!!"

Amid the uproar and Xue Han's unexpected raised eyebrows, Xu Pengfei clenched his fists and said in a loud voice: "Why do you all think that customized content is always beautiful and sweet?!"

"Of course it's because we are sweet talkers!"

"We're making jewelry! Would you engrave the words 'Sorrow and Succeed' on the wedding ring?!"

A few employees who couldn't see the farce couldn't help but retorted loudly.

Xue Han seemed to want to say something, but he heard a light cough from the direction of the highest position.

The meeting room fell silent in an instant, only the cold voice of Xue Han's mother said, "That's it for today, let's go."

Hearing this, Xue Han curled his lips in pity, closed the computer, took a step ahead, and walked out of the conference room in silence.

Xue Han didn't see it, but a horrifying gaze fell on his leaving back through the thick lens.

After the routine work was over, Xue Han opened his suit jacket, revealing the slim waistcoat inside, and lazily unbuttoned several shirt buttons, rolled up the sleeves and trousers legs, not minding that doing so would leave a trace on the expensive outfit. Uneven creases.

He came to the lounge with strides, knocked on the glass door with his fingers, and dragged his voice: "Xu Bin is gone."

Xu Bin at that time, now Xue Bin, came out of the lounge in a casual outfit, and said calmly, "Where are we going next?"

"Change your clothes, Yanlingyi has taken the space, and play basketball." Xue Han was in high spirits, hooked Xu Bin and staggered away from the company.

After that day, Xue Han never saw that Xu Pengfei who spoke rudely at the meeting again in the company.

That day was also the 340th day before Xu Bin transformed into Xue Bin.

……

"It was only later that I understood why he sneered at me."

Xue Han said as he picked up a chopstick and stir-fried the pork liver, dipped the rice in oil before delivering it to his mouth.

The corners of his eyes were slightly bent, and he couldn't tell whether it was self-deprecation or pride, and he said vaguely: "I also performed a violin solo at the company's annual meeting, and I don't know if Xu Pengfei has a good memory or my appearance impresses him too much. He even recognized him when he was wearing a scarf."

Xue Bin, who was sitting next to him, had a sullen face and didn't respond. He took a big mouthful of rice on his own, as if to chew up all the words that slipped into his mouth and swallowed them down.

"You guys made Xu Pengfei's wedding ring?" Xue Han didn't raise his eyes, and turned his chopsticks to the prawn tempura.

The bodyguard in the corner twitched his forehead, hypnotized himself that he didn't hear anything, and at the same time couldn't help complaining, didn't the two brothers fight like swords and swords just now? !Why does the meal become a homely atmosphere as soon as the food is delivered? ! ! !

"Anyway, he was a former employee." Xue Bin finally picked out a piece of potato from the tempura, but he didn't eat it for a long time, stared at it for a long time before sneering and continued: "It's right to give him some wedding presents. "

"Okay." Xue Han put down his chopsticks, nodded seriously, and stretched out his hand to Xue Bin.

Looking at the slender palm in front of him, Xue Bin's eyes dimmed, and then he turned his head with a frown.

With the tail of a prawn still in his mouth, Xue Han raised his eyebrows and rubbed his thumb and index finger at Xue Bin in a quack manner.

Seeing that the gloomy and doubts on Xue Bin's face were getting heavier, Xue Han sighed helplessly, and finally pointed out a "clear way" to him with great kindness: "Tsk, has Mr. Xue never seen this gesture before? It means reimbursement." ~"

"Reimbursement?" The word 'Chuan' between Xue Bin's eyebrows sank suddenly, and there was still a hint of disbelief in his tone.

A few bodyguards watched their eyes, their noses, their noses, their noses, their hearts, and their hearts, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

Generally, President Xue's expression means that he is in a particularly bad mood, either someone will suffer, or something will suffer...

"That's right." Unexpectedly, the president's brother is a douchebag, he raised his chin at the various jewelry scattered on the floor with a half-smile, the tulle in his eyes gradually scattered, filled with playfulness, and there was some starlight Zha Xian: "These things cost me a total of 57 six yuan and sixty-six cents, credit card or cash?"

bodyguard:"……"

He was already unable to complain about why there was still a sixty-six cents.

Xue Bin was completely still for a few seconds before he slowly turned his neck. His dark eyes looked at the glittering sweet diamonds, big and small, on the pile of jewelry without blinking, and then slowly turned around. back.

After his complexion changed a few times, he drew a black card while the bodyguards were stunned.

He said "no password" with a gloomy face, and put it in Xue Han's palm.

……

In the turbulent traffic flow, a flamboyant electroplated silver Maserati turned left and right, like a silly dog ​​with lice.

The owner of the car breathed out his mouth all the way, and called his secretary full of anger, shouting "I'm on strike today!" and then hung up the phone.

After finally squeezed out of the congested road, he didn't lift his foot on the accelerator, and went straight into a small area.

"Damn it, thank goodness I kept an eye on it and quietly copied the address."

Yan Lingyi stood cursing downstairs at Lu Wei's house, and attacked the doorbell frantically with One Finger Zen. When the door was unlocked, he rushed upstairs at the speed of a rocket launch, opened the door and roared: "Officer Lu, you Give me back...!!!!"

However, when his eyes touched the interior of the living room, his voice stopped abruptly.

Lu Wei stared at the uninvited guest with eyes as deep as the sea, a hazy cloud of smoke slowly gushed out from between his lips, and said in a deep and magnetic voice, "It's over."

"It can be taken back."

"Are you participating?"