White Moonlight of the Tyrant

In the nursing home, several young and beautiful nurses gathered together, chatting and discussing.

"That man just now is so handsome!"

"Jun is handsome, but his temperament is so scary, I dare not look into his eyes. And...he has a light scar at the corner of his eyebrows, he doesn't look like a good person..."

"Cowards, only bad men are attractive!"

"You've taken a fancy to him, don't you! Damn girl!"

Suddenly a female nurse with short hair said mysteriously, "You don't know who he is?"

"you know?"

"He is Huo Yunting, the heir of the Huo family in the domestic capital!"

"The Huo family in the capital!" Several nurses' eyes widened.

"Then is she married? Does she have a girlfriend?"

"Oh, now that the Internet is so developed and the Huo family is so famous, we'll find out if we search the Internet!"

Then they took out their mobile phones and searched for Huo Yunting on the web, but they didn't find any news about him.

Not even a photo.

"Our dean can still find news from the Internet! How could Huo Yunting not find it?"

"Maybe people don't want others to know their private information..."

"Hey, hey, here's one!"

It was an old news from many years ago, only a few sentences, less than a hundred words.

Perhaps it is because no private information about the members of the Huo family has been disclosed, so it has been kept until now.

The news probably means:

In the Huo family of the rich man in the capital, the eldest young master mysteriously disappeared, the second young master had both legs disabled, and the third young master who had been living abroad gained the right to inherit.

In the VIP ward, apart from the beeping sound of the therapeutic device, there was only Huo Qichang's rough and weak panting.

Swish, swish.

This ward is very luxurious. If you remove those therapeutic instruments and infusion tubes, it is more like a presidential suite.

Huo Yunting took off the black windbreaker and laid it casually on the sofa.He then took a bottle of spirits from the wine cabinet and poured them into a glass along with ice cubes.

Every move he made was elegant, and the hand holding the wine glass was like a work of art under the pale light of the ward.

What Huo Qichang loved most during his lifetime were beauties and wine.

Ever since he was diagnosed with cancer, Huo Yunting imprisoned him in this nursing home on the grounds of treatment.

He hadn't tasted wine for a long time.

Huo Qichang smiled wryly and said, "So...you actually hate me so much."

"I once thought about bringing your mother home...but I had too many things to do at the time...I was stuck...By the time I remembered Ah Jing, she was already dead."

"She died too early."

Huo Yunting suddenly chuckled, his eyes full of sarcasm: "What is it that got you stuck? Is it those countless women?"

Then, his eyes suddenly became fierce: "Why do you think she died?"

"A beautiful woman who is pregnant, in that dilapidated, closed, backward and impoverished small fishing village, what kind of treatment will she suffer, what kind of situation will he encounter, in order to let her and the child in her belly live, what will she do? What price to pay...!"

Huo Yunting's voice suddenly stopped.

His eyes were dark, staring at Huo Qichang.

The huge oppression is like a huge cauldron, which can almost crush people to death: "You keep saying that you like her, but when she is the most painful and helpless, when she is suffering from bullying and humiliation, where are you?"

"Oh, I forgot." Huo Yunting smiled coldly, with endless sarcasm in his beautiful eyes: "You have been stumped by those graceful women."

Huo Qichang suddenly coughed violently.

"You... you have to believe me... I really liked your mother..."

"Recently... I often dream about her..."

"I think... I still... like her."

"I do not believe."

Huo Yunting looked at Huo Qichang lying on the hospital bed coldly, his cold eyes seemed to be a sharp knife, cutting off Huo Qichang's flesh piece by piece.

He stared closely at the dying Huo Qicheng, and forced those few words through his teeth.

I do not believe.

It turned out that the young man who looked down on Huo Qichang in the study was just an illusion.

Huo Qichang's voice was hoarse: "So this...is your truest thought...cough cough cough...!"

"I should have thought of it... This is the real you!"

Huo Qichang's withered face flashed a trace of self-mockery: "I should have known...my most proud son...the child I Huo Qichang fancy...how could it be...a honest and docile person...?"

After speaking, he coughed violently again.

"What kind of person am I?" Huo Yunting laughed shortly.

At this time, he was standing sideways on the window sill, his chin raised slightly.

It seems to be looking at the sunset that is about to set in the sky.

His brow bones are well-grown, a little more prominent than ordinary people, and his profile is especially good-looking.

Against the backdrop of the evening sunset, it actually gave people the illusion of melancholy in his eyes.

But then he turned to face Huo Qichang, full of hostility: "Who am I, you should have known the year Huo Yunjia became disabled."

That year in Beijing, in his private villa.

Holding a steel whip, he tore Huo Yunjia's skin open, his body was covered in blood, and his legs were broken.

Cruel, ruthless.

The Jing family begged hard, and even Mr. Jing had a heart attack on the spot, but this didn't make him feel any compassion.

He let Huo Yunjia linger in pain and despair for three days with injuries before sending someone to the hospital.

Huo Qichang knew all these things, but at that time he was completely disappointed in his second son.

So ignore it and let it go.

Huo Qichang looked at the ceiling silently, some emotions surged in his cloudy eyes, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had raised a wolf with his own hands, and then his limbs were severely bitten off.

Huo Qichang: "Yunhe's disappearance... must be related to you!"

"I see...!" Huo Qichang laughed while coughing, "It's because of that girl!"

Huo Qichang suddenly went crazy, as if he was laughing with the little life left: "It turned out to be because of that girl... Hahahaha... I remember her screaming, right... You actually did it for a woman... Hahahaha..."

"You really let me down!"

There was a snap, a sudden crisp sound——

Blood and wine, mixed with broken glass, fell to the floor.

Huo Yunting stood by the window, a huge shadow shrouded him outside the window, and the wine glass in his hand was actually crushed!

There was no expression on his face, but Huo Qichang knew——

He was angry.

Huo Qichang suddenly became excited, and even his sallow face turned a little bloody: "You are not like me in this, you are so affectionate."

"You have to know that people like us who are affectionate... will not end well!"

A sternness suddenly flashed in Huo Qichang's eyes: "It doesn't matter if you die, if you die, you will have no weakness in your life!"

Huo Yunting suddenly clamped his neck severely, and pressed Huo Qichang firmly on the hospital bed.His eyes were cold, his fingertips trembled slightly, and the silver luster on his ring finger flashed away.

"Who told you he's dead, he's not dead." Huo Yunting's voice was filled with unconcealable anger.

His expression was terrifying, and his aura was menacing, as if he wanted to swallow Huo Qichang alive.

Rather than telling Huo Qichang, it's better to tell and remind myself.

He's not dead, he'll be back.

Huo Qichang suddenly burst out laughing, he was already at the end of his strength, such a violent laugh almost made his chest explode, his internal organs seemed to be stirred by a huge stick, it was extremely painful.

But he was still laughing, he laughed at Huo Yunting's childishness.

The entire Huo family is already in his hands, what can he not get?But he insisted on clinging to a person who had left forever.

He has money, status, and power.

But he wants to be an ascetic monk.

What a pity.

Huo Qichang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Give me a good time...those endless pills and endless treatments...I don't need it anymore."

"The Huo family, there is someone like you in charge of the family... I have nothing to worry about."

Huo Yunting took off the gun that had been pinned to his waist and threw it over.

When Huo Qichang saw the black m9, his heart suddenly trembled heavily.

He still remembered that night in the study, a boy with dark eyes held the gun with trembling hands, and shot a person in the head for the first time.

Brain and blood splashed on the boy's face, he suppressed his nausea and disgust, and said in a hoarse voice, thank you father.

It turned out that the first gift I gave him was a gun.It turned out that the first thing I taught him was how to kill people.

Huo Qichang held the gun tightly, his pupils shrank instantly because of recalling something, and after only a few seconds, they expanded infinitely.

His hand dropped slowly, the pistol didn't come in handy, but slid to the ground and landed on the soft carpet.

His eyes were so wide open that he could never speak.

Huo Yunting quietly looked at Huo Qichang's body, but suddenly couldn't remember what Huo Qichang looked like when he was young.

The withered, dry and skinny old man in front of him had once been powerful, and once held the power of life and death in the Huo family.

He fought with his brothers and sisters in the first half of his life, and fought with his sons in the second half of his life.He had a lot of things, but before he died, no one cried by his side.

Maybe people are like this in their whole life, coming naked and leaving naked, those who think they are tightly held in the palm of their hand will always slip away inadvertently, no matter how reluctant you are.

Huo Yunting closed Huo Qichang's eyes, "Maybe I, like you, will walk on such a path full of loneliness, suspicion and death throughout my life."

He put the pistol into Huo Qichang's arms.

This is what you gave me, and now it is returned to its original owner.

After leaving the ward, Huo Yunting got into a black car.

The driver who drove the car was his right-hand man, Zhang Qiao.

Zhang Qiao was his classmate when he was studying abroad, and by chance, he became his assistant.

He is smart, clever and loyal, and is Huo Yunting's confidant.

Huo Yunting asked Zhang Qiao to notify the media, spread the news of Huo Qichang's death, and transport Huo Qichang's body back to China.

Set up a mourning hall.

Zhang Qiao frowned slightly, and said, "Third Young Master, is this not good? Since you took power, many people in the family have been dissatisfied with you...I'm afraid they will take the opportunity to join forces and make trouble, so it's better to block the news... "

Huo Yunting: "Those old moths have been resenting me for years because of business matters. I just want to take this opportunity to clean them up."

"On the day of mourning, you sent people to guard the mourning hall."

"I want them to come in and not get out."

Surprise flashed in Zhang Qiao's eyes, and he laughed and said, "General! Get rid of those old bastards at once!"

"They definitely never dreamed that you would shoot them that day."

Kill them all, leaving no one behind.

In China, the preliminary round of the cooking competition is about to begin.

The venue of the competition is a super-large venue provided by the state, and the participants come from all over the country.

The competition time for the preliminary competition is three days, and the participants will be arranged at different times for the competition.

During the competition, there will be a special camera to shoot and record the contestants at the venue, and the staff will edit and upload the video to the official website for publicity.

Netizens have the right to vote, but in the end whether to advance or not will be discussed and decided by the professional jury.

However, the total number of votes will also be recorded in the entries of the contestants, which also has a certain influence on the jury.

After receiving the notice, Ming Ran asked for leave in advance with the housekeeper.

When he came to the venue, there was already a sea of ​​people outside, except for the contestants and staff, all were journalists.

He used his ID number to verify his identity at the automatic number machine, and received the entry ticket and qualification certificate.

When entering the venue from the VIP channel covered with red carpet, there was a sudden crackling camera sound in my ear.

A female reporter smiled brightly at him and said, "Come on!"

"Is that you? Are you in charge of the interview here?"

That female reporter is exactly the woman Ming Ran helped at the reception!

"That's right, the company sent me here! My name is Xi Yilan, and my sister's name is Xi Yiqing. Our whole family will vote for you, come on!"

"Thank you so much!"

After entering the venue, Ming Ran showed his qualification certificate, first signed his name on a guarantee letter, and was led to his console by the staff.

Ming Ran's scheduled time was in the morning, and the contestants in the same time slot as him were all gearing up and eager to try.

Everyone wants to perform well in the preliminary round and strive to advance!

The game is about to start.

The rules of the competition are that the contestants need to select the corresponding ingredients within 5 hours and 20 minutes, and complete four hot dishes, one cold dish and one dessert according to the theme of the preliminary competition.

The theme of this competition is very simple, one word, about the season.

The bright and dazzling summer reminds people of the lively fish and shrimps in the pond, the old woman selling popsicles at the end of the old street, the colorful flowers, and the soft and sweet zongzi wrapped in green zongzi leaves.

Almost instantly, all the contestants walked towards the clean and tidy ingredients area.

After the ingredients are selected, the game begins.

The author has something to say: ★There is no female supporting role, so who is the hot woman... Cover your mouth and stop talking (*￣︶￣)

★ Pre-received texts for collection, poke the column to have ducks immediately =3=

●●Sweet Sand Sculpture of the Rich Family "The Little White Flower Returning from Hell"

Bai Jin is an underworld worker.

He was kicked into a novel called "Flourishing Age: The CEO's Sweetheart for Seven Days" by the leader.

In this novel, the heroine's family is poor, her mother and elder brother are seriously ill, and her monthly medical bills cost hundreds of thousands!

For money, the heroine sold herself to the president of the empire and became his slave.

How pitiful!Seeing this, Bai Jin couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy!

However, he suddenly discovered→

He turned out to be the disabled brother who was paralyzed in bed by the heroine and incontinent ⊙▽⊙

But Bai Jin is determined not to treat herself as a useless person!

Even in a wheelchair, he is physically disabled!

He insisted on setting up a stall on the street and doing fortune-telling.So by accident, he relied on fortune-telling and made a fortune...

On the day the heroine went to the nightclub to sell herself, the president of the empire spent a lot of money and took her back to his villa.

Just when the heroine thought that she was about to turn into a rag doll covered in bruises→

The president of the empire said coldly: "I'll give you [-] million, and give me your brother's phone number."

Hostess:? ? ?

ps. Shoujun is fake disabled

●●Entertainment circle hilarious cool article "Fox enters the city"

There is a brick mover in the city, who looks very good-looking.

The skin is white, the appearance is beautiful, the dishes are beautiful, and the dishes are smooth. Even if you squat on the curb and eat a box of leeks, it is also a beautiful scenery.

This worker is called Hu Xian, and he has a little secret.

He is not actually a person!

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Song Zhen, a tycoon in the entertainment industry, recently...is not in good health.

Since he didn't come back from the bar last night, his face was sallow and his steps were sloppy, as if he had been drained by a goblin.

Song Zhen supported his waist, his eyes were dark: "Look for it! Offer a reward! Dig three feet into the ground! We must find that little fairy who seduced me!"

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One day, the agent brought the newly signed Xiao Xianrou to meet the boss of the company.

After meeting, the boss and Xiao Xianrou are like Erkang and Ziwei.

Shocked at first, then staring at each other without saying a word for a long time...

The manager understood and left the room silently.

The boss suddenly sneered, and said in a cold tone: "Did you take it off yourself, or did I tear it off for you?"

Little fresh meat: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ!!!!!