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Chapter 53
Chapter 53
After Song Nanqiao made dinner, there was a slight knock on the door, the movement was so light that it could be heard.
Song Nanqiao put the tableware and chopsticks on the table, walked to the door, and gently opened the door.
Just as he thought, it was still the familiar girl.
The girl in the school uniform stepped forward gently with a smile on her face, stood on tiptoe, and hugged Song Nanqiao.
However, the movements were not as intense as they used to be, only slight physical contact, as if they were worried about Song Nanqiao's body.
"Did you miss me?"
"some."
Song Nanqiao took the initiative to lean down and kiss Wen Wenyao's forehead.
The girl in her arms trembled, and then raised her head, her eyes were bright.
"You rarely take the initiative once."
"Do you not like it?"
"I like it to death."
She is Song Nanqiao who likes to take the initiative, and the look in her eyes that indulges in her always gives Wen Wenyao a full sense of satisfaction.
"Go ahead."
It's not good for two people to stand at the door. Song Nanqiao took the initiative to walk into the house and took Wen Wenyao's hand.
"Come over to eat after washing your hands."
"Uh-huh."
Wen Wenyao nodded obediently and walked towards the bathroom.
After Wen Wenyao washed his hands, he took the initiative to sit opposite Song Nanqiao.
"Try this sliced meat." Song Nanqiao took a piece of Wen Wenyao's bowl and drank a sip of shredded chicken porridge.
"It's delicious."
The girl took another piece. Song Nanqiao's meals have always been to her liking. Every time she eats with Song Nanqiao, Wen Wenyao thinks it is a kind of enjoyment.
"You eat more... Anyway, I probably can't eat it."
Song Nanqiao lowered his head sadly and drank his porridge silently.
Her stomach was injured and she could only eat very soft food for a long time. She drank porridge for a week. The dishes on the table were prepared for Wen Wenyao.
She really wanted to take a bite...
"puff."
The girl opposite seemed to notice the expression on her face and couldn't help laughing out loud. As early as in the hospital, Wen Wenyao found out that Song Nanqiao didn't seem to like porridge very much.
"Good, when you're well, I'll take you to eat all over the city."
Wen Wenyao stretched out his chopsticks, took a small shrimp from the plate of shrimp in front of Song Nanqiao, and put it in his bowl.
"Too much……"
Song Nanqiao raised her head and looked at the shrimp in front of her. She made these things herself, and she couldn't eat them.
Thinking of this, Song Nanqiao gulped down the porridge in the bowl as if venting his hatred.
"Don't drink too quickly, what should I do if my stomach hurts?"
Wen Wenyao quickly stood up from the table, squeezed Song Nanqiao's hand nervously, and asked the other party to put the porridge down.
The fair wrist was held by the girl's slender fingers, Song Nanqiao glanced down.
Really nice hands...
The two returned to a harmonious dining state...
night
Wen Wenyao found his pajamas from the closet, and took the pajamas to a small bathroom in Song Nanqiao's room.
Where the glass is frosted, although it is not real, it can also describe a general shape.
Wen Wenyao took off his clothes, and without the cover of his clothes, fair skin could be seen all over the frosted glass.
Song Nanqiao glanced at the bathroom, then immediately lowered his head, bit his lip, and his cheeks were slightly red.
every time
Every time Wen Wenyao lived with him, he never shy away, whether it was changing clothes or taking a bath...
The girls inside seem to be generous, and they can show everything about themselves in front of Song Nanqiao. This kind of behavior is subtly killing Song Nanqiao's will.
This kind of behavior of the girl will give Song Nanqiao an illusion that what she seems to do to her is safe and reasonable.
Song Nanqiao had inadvertently seen Wen Wenyao's undisguised body, very beautiful...perfect...
Everything that was too perfect made Song Nanqiao inexplicably want to be violent. He wanted to leave many, many traces on her body, and wanted to destroy her body.
This inexplicable desire was quickly suppressed by Song Nanqiao.
Can't be like this, stop thinking about these things...
Song Nanqiao turned on the computer, forcing his attention to the computer, and then put on his headphones, forcing himself not to be attracted by the temptation of the outside world.
Just when Song Nanqiao just made up his mind and focused on work.
Wen Wenyao pushed the door open, wearing light pajamas.
A burst of fragrance entered Song Nanqiao's olfactory organs, which shocked Song Nanqiao. She did not dare to look back at Wen Wenyao, for fear that she would see something that she should not see again.
Wen Wenyao, who had just left the bathroom, saw Song Nanqiao sitting on the computer desk. The man seemed very focused and didn't even turn his head.
Wen Wenyao's eyes darkened for a moment, her delicate ankle slowly lifted, and she deliberately suppressed the sound of her footsteps.
Song Nanqiao felt that the familiar taste was getting stronger and stronger, and an ominous premonition faintly rose in her heart...
Sure enough, the girl walked behind her, raised her arms, and hugged her slightly.
"Look back at me..."
It's like acting like a spoiled child, and it's like an invisible seduction.
Song Nanqiao didn't look back, but held her hand and coaxed softly, "Go to rest first, I have to deal with work."
She didn't dare to look back, afraid that when she looked back, she couldn't hold back her thoughts.
Wen Wenyao opened her mouth and then closed it. She originally wanted Song Nanqiao to accompany her, but Song Nanqiao seemed to be very busy now, so she couldn't disturb the other party unreasonably.
"Then I'll wait for you in bed."
Leaving a sentence, Wen Wenyao took the hairdryer and went to the living room. After drying his hair, he gently opened the door and lay down on the bed obediently, shrinking himself into a piece.
After two hours of work.
Song Nanqiao glanced back at her. The little girl curled up on the bed in a small ball, neither making any noise nor making a fuss.
It was really like falling asleep.
Thinking that there is not much time now, Song Nanqiao turned off the computer, moved his stiff pace, and groped to the bed.
As soon as he came down, the girl hugged him, and a pair of dark eyes met his gaze.
"Have you not slept yet?"
"waiting for you……"
"Don't wait for me."
"It's okay, the quilt is warm, you can sleep next to me."
Wen Wenyao pressed her body up and shrank in Song Nanqiao's arms, she wanted Song Nanqiao to hug her.
"Do you want me to hold you?" Song Nanqiao seemed to have guessed what she was thinking.
"Want..." Wen Wenyao wrapped her legs around Song Nanqiao's waist, acting like a spoiled child again.
Song Nanqiao had to hug her, and the two slept together until the next day...
The days that followed were the same.
It was only later that Song Nanqiao's work seemed to be busier.
One weekend afternoon, Song Nanqiao was playing drum stocks, and Wen Wenyao was sitting on the bed reading a book.
"You take those numbers, the percentage points up."
Song Nanqiao held the mouse and looked at the phone from time to time.
A few days ago, I was ready to open a position.
"Pay more attention in the accumulation stage."
Song Nanqiao muttered to himself, as if reminding himself.
Continued buying will make the stock's rally better. At this time, Song Nanqiao needs to control the daily limit to make the line unpredictable. By releasing more liquidity, it can attract some small investors.
Song Nanqiao opened the financial channel, and as expected, some people have begun to pay attention to his stock.
But it's still hot.
Song Nanqiao picked up his mobile phone and called Zhai Xinqi.
"Miss Song?"
"You are paying attention to my stock."
"Well, yes. Miss Song's stocks are a bit like the trend of demon stocks. In short, it's... very strange."
Zhai Xinqi was holding his mobile phone. He had been paying attention to the stock market during this time. She had analyzed Song Nanqiao's stocks and knew that the other party seemed to be trying to copy demon stocks.
"You can contact some financial websites. When I am raising the stock price, I can arrange to push some news about this kind of stock. The more popular the better."
If this link can be done well, it can attract a large number of investors. Song Nanqiao will slowly roll back, let them make a little money, and finally rise again. The best time to sell the stock price is to make huge profits. .
"Ok, I see."
Zhai Xinqi understands what Song Nanqiao means. Almost those stocks with a skyrocketing trend will have such operations.
This matter needs to be arranged now. Before the harvesting of crops is over, the news must be pushed out, so that it can get excellent attention at the high stage.
After these things were settled, the stock market was about to close today. Song Nanqiao used his small account to buy other small stocks, hoping to earn some short-term benefits.
...
After Song Nanqiao finished work, Wen Wenyao put down his book just now.
In fact, her mind was not in the book at all, she had been paying attention to Song Nanqiao.
It's been like this all this time...
Song Nanqiao seems to have been busy with work all the time. Some time ago, it was fine. At night, he would chat with himself and take the initiative to hold himself.
In the past few days, Song Nanqiao has obviously been busy a lot, and always let her rest and sleep first.
It's obviously the weekend, so I'm still so busy...
I always feel that Song Nanqiao has left him a lot...
Wen Wenyao was a little aggrieved, and her eyes began to turn red. She didn't want to disturb Song Nanqiao. She could only bear the emotional torment alone.
"How about going to the movies at night?"
At this moment, Song Nanqiao, hadn't noticed the girl's about to burst out emotions, and was talking to the girl in a relaxed tone.
"Are you still working tonight?" Wen Wenyao didn't answer her, but asked another question.
"No." Song Nanqiao wanted to rest.
"Well, I have something to tell you tonight..." Wen Wenyao's eyes darkened, and he spoke in a low voice.
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