purple mist

Wei Ran used to hate drinking coffee, firstly because it tasted bitter no matter how much sugar was added, and secondly because her financial conditions were limited.

But after pinching his nose and downing a few cups in order to stay awake, he became more and more addicted.

At that time, Wei Ran was admitted to a university in Beishi with a low score. In order to escape the impoverished small village, she gritted her teeth and worked as a work-study program, relying on the introduction of her seniors to enter Miyu as a receptionist.

A half-grown girl from the countryside, she sees everything new, but feels more and more old-fashioned.

The unconcealable redness on her cheeks, disheveled and withered hair, and even her lip color, which was one shade darker than others, upset her.

She is used to bending down and smiling sweetly at everyone she sees, no matter what she gets in return.

Intense inferiority complex and unyielding fighting spirit were fighting to the death in her heart, and she never stopped chasing while she had no expectations.

At that time, she was a slow learner and was not smooth enough, so she was often reprimanded by the foreman.

This was nothing unusual, but the foreman had a high school diploma, pointing at Wei Ran's nose and scolding his mother all day long, poking Wei Ran's forehead arrogantly and talking about what's so great about being a college student.

However, only Wei Ran, who kept silent, knew how many days and nights she had spent, how many sets of test papers she had written, and how many pen refills she had used to get into college.

What's so great?

Wei Ran, who was new to society, realized that this was a difficult problem she had never faced when she took the college entrance examination.

She was admitted to university in order to change her fate, but found that her bad fate was not just talk, it was hard and smelly, like a stone in a cesspit.If you want to change it, you must first have the will to reach out and fish it up.

College students are no longer precious, and they spring up like mushrooms after a spring rain, emerging from the ground one after another.Everyone wants to occupy their own place, and even if they stretch their necks, they will grow taller than others, so as to absorb the fresher oxygen and bright sunshine above.

Staying to work under the senior high school foreman became the most helpless choice for Wei Ran, who had no advantage at all.

Everyone loves drama, and so does opportunity.

On that day, Wei Ran, who was so angry by the foreman that she was crying, happened to meet Ye Yiyao, one of the honey talkers who went out for a meeting.

Ye Yiyao is a rather cold woman, but at the same time she is glamorous and charming.Compared with Xue Bin, Xue Han inherited more of her looks.

In Wei Ran's heart, Ye Yiyao is the only cold plum on the branch of Lindong, and Xue Han is more pleasing to the eye.

Ye Yiyao's stop made Wei Ran burst into tears for an instant, but the smile was so ugly that her two curved eyebrows couldn't stop trembling and furrowing towards the center of her brows, tears wetted her rough and inferior eyeliner, and she couldn't stop choking. Weeping and hiccupping, his whole face was horrible.

She will definitely be trained... She will probably be removed from the front desk...

But Ye Yiyao just stared at her intently, his glass-like eyes revealing a hint of thoughtfulness.

"If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh." Ye Yiyao slowly took out a small pack of tissues from his bag and pushed it to her.

Wei Ran took it in trepidation, but it was useless, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you Mr. Ye...I...want to laugh."

— After all, if you smile, you won't appear frustrated.

Ye Yiyao slightly bent the corners of his lips and asked, "Why?"

"Because..." Wei Ran hesitated before saying, "My job requires smiling."

Ye Yiyao seemed to have heard something interesting, and asked again: "Why? No one asks the receptionist to keep smiling."

Maybe Ye Yiyao stayed for too long, the foreman in the distance was a little uneasy, and kept looking this way.

Wei Ran glanced at the tip of her eyes and hesitated.

Ye Yiyao saw this in her eyes and understood it clearly, and she asked softly: "Can I let you be the foreman?"

At that moment, the eyes that were red from crying were shining brightly, and even Wei Ran was startled by the eruption of joy in his heart, which swept her in like a fierce flood.

Ye Yiyao smiled slightly, said nothing more, and left with graceful steps.

Within two days, Wei Ran really became the foreman, and while she was ecstatic, she realized that her desire was rapidly expanding—she wanted to climb higher.

——Even if she was to be smashed to pieces, she still wanted to see the scenery at the highest place.

That was her first time, feeling addicted.

……

Rumors refer to things that are not heard with one's own ears, but are reported by others.

The authenticity of such information is often difficult to verify, and it is sometimes difficult to judge whether it is credible or not.

One pass ten, ten pass one hundred, one hundred pass one thousand, and gradually the flavor changes.

Wei Ran picked up a cup of coffee and heard a few tea room rumors, all about Xue Han and Xue Bin without exception.

That day, Xue Han's public statement caused a wave of madness. At first, everyone was skeptical about the grievances of the wealthy family, but when the deity opened his mouth, the situation instantly turned one-sided.

Even in corporate meetings, some bold employees hinted that Xue Bin is no longer suitable to sit in this position.

Xue Bin sat in the upper position and remained silent. Wei Ran was delighted to hear it, but this expectation didn't last long, and it fell apart...

Because she realized that Xue Han really wanted to bring down Honey Talk, not just talking about it.

Wu Ju, the shareholder of Whitebeard, kept inciting a group of shareholders to keep making noises, saying that he would sell their shares in Honey Words at a price higher than the market price.This is literally pouring a pot of hot oil on the fire.

Wei Ran has always been unwilling to use other people's hands to handle things, so he was overwhelmed and at a loss for what to do.

Xue Bin and Xu Jinmai's small actions, Zou Guoxiang's eccentricity, the police's attention, and Xue Han's public opinion campaign...

At this point in his thoughts, Wei Ran frowned with his delicately drawn brows.

"Are you so worried? Wei Ran."

Hearing the sound, Wei Ran gradually calmed down, and looked at Xue Bin, who looked gloomy but not worried at all, "Boss Xue doesn't deal with these documents. As a secretary, of course I will worry."

The files on the desk have piled up like a mountain, and there is even a risk of collapsing at any time.

In the past, no matter how ugly Xue Bin's face was, no matter how moody his temper was, he would dutifully criticize them one by one.

At this time, there is no meaning to look at it.

Xue Bin stared at her with dark eyes, and the tired bruises around his eyes were much lighter. He smiled sullenly: "Heh, no matter how many documents, do they have anything to do with me?"

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Wei Ran's reply, so he ordered it as a matter of course: "Go, make me an American cup."

The corners of Wei Ran's lips were pursed flat, and she bent slightly without being overbearing or humble, and stepped on her high-heeled shoes and walked to the tea room unhurriedly.

Taking advantage of the moment she turned around, Xue Bin glanced up, and then looked back thoughtfully.

Americano, compared with other kinds of coffee, is the simplest and least technical.

Concentrated black coffee mixed with water and ice, and it's done.

In contrast, the latte that pays attention to milk temperature and latte art, the mocha that needs to be added with chocolate sauce and chocolate powder, and the milk foam that needs to be controlled to a very small amount of FlatWhite, the American style seems ordinary, but it is bound by this purity The taste buds of many coffee lovers.

It seems that some people can realize their own value by relying on their pure nature, but they just want to make themselves richer and richer.

Until I see less than a minute and a half of purity.

Wei Ran put the coffee in Xue Bin's hand with a calm expression. The originally exquisite manicure was quite stained, and it was obvious that she had no time to redo it for some days.

Xue Bin held the cold glass and shook it gently, the ice cubes made a crisp sound.

"Do you want to be a master?"

That hoarse voice was like fireworks, suddenly exploded in Wei Ran's mind, overlapping with Ye Yiyao's voice back then...

Xue Bin stared at Wei Ran's dilated pupils, and raised his hand suddenly...

--boom!

The brown-black liquid flew to the snow-white ceiling like splashing ink, and the shattered glass slag splashed beautifully.

Wei Ran froze in place, but she didn't dare to look up.

She was afraid, afraid that as soon as she raised her head, the enthusiasm full of enthusiasm would no longer be restrained...

Xue Bin stood up, swept the glass shards in his hair casually, then slowly raised his head, squinted his eyes and sighed: "It's really a good painting."

In fact, most of the small cup of coffee fell on the floor, and only a small half of the cup rushed up with the weight of the glass, tearing a small corner of the murals all over the roof.

But even if they couldn't see the whole picture, Xue Bin and Wei Ran still remembered what it looked like...

That's a picture of a dinner party, from the bottom up, with the food going from bad to good.

In front of the people at the end, there were only invisible food residues, which were piled up on the messy table like garbage.

And in front of the people at the front, there was a whole roasted whole lamb, bright red and oily lobsters, and red wine in wooden barrels...

The people at the back want to climb to the dining table in front, but they can only drag the people in front and pull them behind.Then step on the people behind, stepping on more and more stepping stones to taste the tempting food.

No pain No gain.

The old saying has been passed on for a long time, and more and more people agree with it, and it even became a mantra for many people to motivate themselves.

But what exactly is suffering?What is suffering?What is a person again?What is a superior person?But no one went into it.

"..."

After a long time, Wei Ran raised his head and asked expressionlessly, "Mr. Xue is trying to tear himself apart with me?"

"No." Xue Bin frowned deeply, staring at the ceiling.

"I prefer to die together."