purple mist

Never underestimate the power of the Internet.

Initiated by Honey Words—to be precise, initiated by Xue Han, the "Your Sweet Words" campaign is in full swing on the Internet.Whether it is a story of one person, two people, multiple characters, or even between the same sex, regardless of the subject matter, you can participate in the event, the only requirement is truth.

Since the online press conference, the topic of sweet words has been on the hot search list.Perhaps most of the people participated in the event just out of the idea of ​​not taking advantage of nothing, but there are always some story narrators who involuntarily dug out their flesh and blood in the process of recalling.

Words are an amazing tool of description. Thoughts and feelings can be vague, but words are not.It requires the author to focus on the soul, analyze the self, and explain the words accurately and precisely, so that the person who writes the words can face and recognize himself without knowing it.

Gradually, some originally weak voices in the activities gradually became louder, and more and more touching stories that did not fit the theme of the activity appeared in "Your Sweet Talk".

The accidents and traumas I have suffered, the sadness I cannot tell my relatives and friends around me, the sins buried deep in my heart...

For the wishes of such narrators, the corresponding DIY content of honey words also deviates from the original design intention of honey words based on their own experiences.

[Rebuild everything: I want a sweet talk diamond stud earrings engraved with the date of the day I lost my legs. 】

[Beyond recalls: Just three words, sorry. 】

[Mu Youloofah: 'It's my fault'.I have wronged him for so many years, since I can no longer apologize in person, let me always remember that I have done harm to important people. 】

[Time will not dilute: When I was 17 years old, I committed a crime and robbed an old woman's handbag. Later, when I was in prison, I realized that it was her husband's life-saving money... I have never forgiven myself,'the crime is unforgivable 'Best for me.Please scold lightly. 】

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Xue Han fiddled with his mobile phone on the sofa, and the corners of his lips curled up in a contented arc.

Yes, that's it, deafeningly crushing honey-tongue stereotypes like a derailed train.

"Is it to your liking?" The white-bearded shareholder sitting on the opposite sofa looked at his relaxed appearance. Although it was a question, he already had an answer.

"Ruyi Ruyi, follow my heart?" Xue Han leisurely bent his eyes and said nonsense with a half-smile.

With a touch of finger, the screen of the phone was locked, and before putting it in the pocket, it turned around in a fancy way.

The white-bearded shareholder snorted coldly: "There's no one right."

The tone is like an elderly grandpa looking down on the juniors who are sitting or not sitting or standing.

At this time, almost a week has passed since the online press conference. Xue Han regularly reported to Wuju, the shareholder of White Beard, every day. At first, Xue Han restrained himself a little, but as the two gradually got to know each other, Xue Han finally gave up Mr. Wu's long speaking style.

"Don't keep me in this office all day long. Doesn't it matter if I'm upright or not?" Xue Han sneered unhappily. Lying on the sofa.

The white-bearded shareholder's beard became crooked in anger, and he pointed at him with his cane: "You kid, do you think I think?! I'm a sofa, not a beauty! Sit down, sit down!"

"Yo." Xue Han's handsome eyebrows raised, and he pretended to be exaggerated and said with joy: "You are praising me as a beauty? Come on, Auntie wants to know that you have changed your words, what can I do if you blame me?"

Pointing at his cane and shaking it a few times, he put it down after a long while in frustration, obviously meaning to let him go.

Xue Han, who got cheap and acted like a good boy, simply leaned on his arm, closed his eyes and rested heartlessly.

"Hey." The white-bearded shareholder let out a long sigh, "Old man, I know that you young people are very playful. I don't even have a computer in this office. You must not be able to stay."

"But I haven't seen Xue Bin's child this week...I'm worried..."

Wu Ju didn't say any more, but Xue Han knew what he meant.

Since the last time White Beard Shareholder and Xue Bin spoke face to face, Xue Bin has disappeared.The police station didn't summon him, and the senior executives kept silent. Even the reporters who smelled the greyhound's nose couldn't find President Xue.

Someone on the Internet found out the old stories of Xue Han and Xue Bin from nowhere. For a while, there were more than a dozen versions of the plots of usurping the throne and the grievances of various wealthy families.

The white beard shareholders suspected that Xue Bin was detained by those people and locked up.But he was more worried that these black hands behind the scenes would reach out to Xue Han who was on the cusp of the storm.

People habitually support orthodoxy. For a while, Xue Bin, who was diligent and diligent for sweet words, was labeled as a "rebellious official and thief" overnight, while Xue Han, who only showed his face once, gained the support of a lot of people.

Wu Ju has seen too many scenes of being forced to go to the Liangshan Mountain, so he simply brought Xue Han to his office every day, put it in front of his eyes to stare at, and sent him back at night.

After all, the "Your Sweet Talk" campaign has not been successfully fermented, so he and Xue Han can only hold back for the time being, accumulating energy for the final blow.

That being said, the Whitebeard shareholders were also worried about the Xue brothers.

"Heh." Xue Han muffled a muffled laugh, closed his eyes and asked without a clue: "Why do you think I did this?"

The white beard shareholder was startled, and subconsciously said: "Block the gun for Xue Bin?"

"Well, that's about it." Xue Han nodded seriously, the hair around his ears swayed with his movements, and the fine metal light could be seen faintly.

"Then what do you think will happen if Miyu suddenly loses everything?"

He spoke very lightly, and he spoke of such a large company as fragile, as if Kuafu poked down a mountain with one finger.

The meaning of thin and cool is self-evident.

But the white-bearded shareholder stared firmly at the handsome young man with the old god in his eyes like an eagle, and only after a long time said in a deep voice: "If you can't break it, you can't stand it?"

Only by being completely destroyed can you die and come back to life.

After all, Wu Ju's expression suddenly became serious, and he said coldly: "Boy, where did you put the old man?"

"Hey, don't be angry." Xue Han turned over from the sofa, spread his hands harmlessly at the white-bearded shareholder, and said with a smile, "I didn't count on you, you have vicious eyes, I can't afford that risk."

A tall hat was forced on, and the face of the white-bearded shareholder looked better.

Xue Han frowned gracefully, and was about to say something when the office door suddenly rang twice.

"Enter."

Wu Ju's secretary pushed the door open in panic, and said with a pale face, "Wu...Mr. Wu, the police are here."

The white-bearded shareholder frowned, and said in a deep voice, "What are you here for?"

"Say it... look for, look for Mr. Xue." The secretary looked at Xue Han tremblingly, presumably because he has surfed the Internet a lot recently.

Xue Han raised his eyebrows high.He said in his heart that the title Mr. Xue is really rare for him.

"Let's make it clear! Which President Xue are you looking for?" Whitebeard's shareholder said displeased.

The secretary's shoulders trembled, and he pointed at Xue Han with a wronged finger, and said, "This..."

The police are looking for Xue Han?Did you find him here?

The two gray eyebrows of the white-bearded shareholder twisted like twists. Before he could figure out why, the secretary at the door suddenly froze...

A hand patted the secretary's shoulder lightly, and the secretary had no choice but to move away.

The white-bearded shareholder was stunned, and saw a tall and straight policeman with deep eyebrows and eyes calmly stepping over the secretary and walking in, holding a medium-sized paper bag in his hand.

"The old man didn't invite you in. Isn't it a bit unruly for the police comrades?" Wu Ju's old voice mixed with ice balls preemptively said.

The policeman stood there without saying a word, just swept the white-bearded shareholder lightly with his deep eyes.

The Whitebeard shareholder subconsciously wanted to argue that this was his nephew...

"Don't be nervous, it's fine." Xue Han suppressed himself from laughing, and explained to the white beard shareholder: "I know this..."

His amber eyes rolled playfully, and he emphasized each word: "Comrade police, come to me."

The white-bearded shareholder looked suspiciously at the policeman standing there quietly, not sure who was looking for trouble for whom.

"I'm Lu Wei, deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the City Police Department." Lu Wei cooperatively took out his ID card, and said in a businesslike manner, "Can I ask Mr. Xue a few words?"

Not to mention, Officer Lu's expression is really serious.

"Cough." In order to prevent himself from laughing, Xue Han hastily clenched his fist against his lips to clear his throat, closed his eyes and put on a pose: "It's easy to talk, this way please."

The two left Wu Ju's office one after the other. Xue Han led Lu Wei to a small tea room beside him. When he reached the door, he realized that this was the territory of Whitebeard's shareholders.

"Oh, Mr. Wu." Xue Han made a wrong step, turned around and said loudly in the direction of the office, "I want to borrow your precious tea set!"

Then, without waiting for the owner of the tea set to reply, he slapped the door panel with a "bang".

The white-bearded shareholder in the office: "..."

Wu Ju loves tea culture, and brought Xue Han to this tea room several times, but Xue Han only knows how to drink tea and is too lazy to make tea, so the white-bearded shareholder simply didn't bring him here.

Although the tea room is small, it is very elegantly furnished. One coffee table is covered with silk cloth with dark patterns of auspicious clouds. The tea pet in the shape of a little monk is simple and honest, and a set of thin teapots and cups are crystal clear. The soft light gently envelops this small world.

"Comrade policeman, sit down." With undisguised teasing in his eyes, Xue Han gestured to Lu Wei with a smile on his face.

Lu Wei was not polite either, he put the paper bag in his hand on the table calmly, pulled out the chair and sat down, quietly said: "Are you addicted to playing?"

"Huh? What does Comrade Police mean?" Xue Han blinked rascally, "Do we know each other?"

Lu Wei: "Do you still eat the sweet and sour short ribs I brought you?"

Xue Han: "...Eat."

Lu Wei: "Do you know me?"

Xue Han: "...know, know, too well."

The sweet and sour side row...ah no, Lu Wei won today.