Wen Wenyao came here after late self-study, and when he arrived at Song Nanqiao's house, it was already very late.

"Rest early, I will sleep with you." Song Nanqiao rubbed the girl's head.

It is now ten o'clock in the evening, Wen Wenyao will get up early tomorrow, Song Nanqiao is worried that the other party will not wake up.

"Well." Wen Wenyao buried in Song Nanqiao's arms, nodded, and gently rubbed Song Nanqiao's clothes twice.

She hasn't seen Song Nanqiao for many days. Missing love is like an unstoppable flood. She can only pour out her emotions through hugs.

"By the way, I have something to tell you."

Wen Wenyao leaned against Song Nanqiao's arms, her voice muffled.

"My social account has grown a lot."

Wen Wenyao has her own platform social account since the last time she officially announced her identity. She will click it from time to time to take a look, and she also sends some simple selfies according to the arrangement of Sister Lan and life photos.

Every photo of her can attract a lot of attention, and even when she is online, she will push her photos to herself, which can often be viewed on some different websites to yourself.

Just doing this, her account backend seems to be stuck with a bug, fans are rising, and the comment area is full of praise for her beauty.

Some fans will call her sister...sister...even wife

A strange feeling spread in Wen Wenyao's heart. It looks good that so many people like it, but she is also worried that Song Nanqiao will be jealous when she sees it. She is worried that she will be liked by so many people, will Song Nanqiao mind.

If the other party minds...this idol is not appropriate.

But Song Nanqiao didn't seem to care about this, and smiled and said to her, "This is a good thing, it means you are about to become popular."

Celebrities should be like this, and there will always be many people who like them. What's more, an artist like Wen Wenyao, who has a high appearance and a wealthy family, will be liked by more people.

"Do you mind?" Wen Wenyao raised his head, looked at her with dark eyes, and seemed a little uneasy.

"I don't mind, don't think too much."

"Really?" As if wanting to confirm again, Wen Wenyao asked again.

She really cares about Song Nanqiao's feelings.

"Really." Song Nanqiao replied seriously.

"Yeah." Wen Wenyao nodded slightly, then came out of Song Nanqiao's arms, Song Nanqiao didn't mind.

"Go and take a shower."

"Good."

After Wen Wenyao took a bath, she huddled in Song Nanqiao's arms. Song Nanqiao's embrace is always so warm, leaning here makes him feel extra safe. Soon, Wen Wenyao fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Song Nanqiao got up early to help Wen Wenyao make breakfast.

When she was busy in the kitchen, the kitchen door was slowly pushed open.

The girl cautiously exposed half of her face, and a pair of dark pupils stuck to Song Nanqiao. It didn't take long for Song Nanqiao to wake up. It was quite early now, but without Song Nanqiao by his side, Wen Wenyao didn't have any sleepiness.

"You can sleep for a while." Song Nanqiao sensed the existence of the other party and said in a doting tone.

But the girl didn't go back obediently, but quietly stepped forward and quietly hugged Song Nanqiao's waist from behind.

"I'm going to cook...you wait outside."

There was a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen, Song Nanqiao didn't want Wen Wenyao to wait here all the time, for fear of choking on Wen Wenyao.

"Okay."

Wen Wenyao shrugged and pulled her head, she knew that Song Nanqiao didn't like letting her into the kitchen. So, she could only obediently go outside and wait. Looking at Song Nanqiao busy in the kitchen, Wen Wenyao felt a warm sweetness in his heart.

It's good...if it can be like this forever

Wen Wenyao lowered her eyes because she wanted this life, so she wanted to work so hard. In the past, when she was an eldest lady, all she thought was that she would study hard all the time because of her own requirements.

"What are you thinking, come over to eat." Song Nanqiao brought a plate of fried buns, which he often ate in his previous life, and his skill in making fried buns is better than that of ordinary chefs.

"Mmmm." The girl tidied up her skirt, got up and walked to the dining table.

"This is delicious."

Wen Wenyao took a bite of the fried buns, she rarely eats these things, firstly because the taste is novel, secondly because Song Nanqiao's craftsmanship is good, Song Nanqiao's dishes have always been very harmonious her appetite.

"Just like it."

A short breakfast time, after breakfast, Wen Wenyao left, and before leaving, it was still a long kiss.

…

The next two months passed quickly.

For dozens of days, Song Nanqiao was very busy, squatting in front of the computer all the time, constantly answering the phone, arranging for Zhai Xinqi to send out new news.

During this period of time, major financial institutions were making declarations to a certain extent, and various financial remarks websites were also talking about this stock, and many people got a lot of money in Song Nanqiao's stocks , and some people have lost their money.

The outside world has never stopped talking about this stock. The topic is too high, so the trading volume is also continuous. After the hot search, the daily trading volume has reached an unprecedented level. In the end, the turnover rate and trading volume of this stock exceeded Song Nanqiao's expectations.

There are also many financial analysts who have analyzed Song Nanqiao's stock, with mixed praise and criticism, but most financial analysts have said this: "The dealer who can create this kind of stock must He is a real talent. But I just don’t know what will happen next.”

There are also many celebrities in the world who speculate in stocks. If you have strength, you have real strength, but if you lose, you really lose.

Slowly, some people began to secretly investigate the people behind this stock, but they were blocked by Zhai Xinqi, and Song Nanqiao's identity was not exposed prematurely.

"It will be suspended soon." Song Nanqiao said thoughtfully by sliding the mouse.

The news she provided to Zhai Xinqi was that the stock would slowly reach a daily limit in a few days, but in fact, it was tomorrow. This stock will suddenly plummet tomorrow, and after that, Song Nanqiao will not touch this stock.

"This is equivalent to selling the highest price before trading is suspended, and the liquidation should be silently cleared."

Song Nanqiao took a sip of weak tea.

“How much can you make?”

"A lot more than I thought."

Song Nanqiao originally thought that he would earn three or four billion at most.

"Be specific."

"Net profit nine hundred million."

"God of the host forever."

The system can't think of any other words to praise Song Nanqiao, so it can only keep deducting six.

"But it's not over yet."

"What else are you doing?"

"Not enough."

Song Nanqiao smiled slyly, how could he leave after earning 900 million? It's not over yet, there are many other treasure stocks in the stock market that she doesn't like.

Song Nanqiao dived into the story and began to search for some stocks that fell from low valuations. If these stocks have any value, she is pure profit.

With this idea in mind, Song Nanqiao chose some stocks that fell below their low valuations and began to buy a lot, so that they could make more money.

"You are so black, how much money do you make here."

The system has followed Song Nanqiao to learn stocks these days, and it can be considered a little bit of understanding. This time, Song Nanqiao really made a lot of money.

"Where did I get hacked and it wasn't the money transferred from illegal trading."

Song Nanqiao said angrily, what's the matter, the story is about hiding dragons and crouching tigers. If you can earn other people's money, you can start earning it. Anyway, everyone is voluntary.

"So don't buy stocks if you don't have the ability." The system shouted.

Evening…

Song Nanqiao cooked dinner by herself, Wen Wenyao was called back to Wen's house these days, and she hadn't slept with Song Nanqiao for a while, but when they had time, they would still Talk on the phone.

Ding Dong

There is a knock on the door.

Song Nanqiao put down the book in his hand and glanced outside the door suspiciously. It's all over, who is it?

She glanced into the cat's eyes.

"Who is this person? A little familiar." Song Nanqiao narrowed her eyes, she always felt that she had seen this person somewhere.

"It seems like, Wen Wenyao's fiancé..." The system said tremblingly, it has a memory.

"Then what is he doing?"

Various emotions flooded into Song Nanqiao's heart.

The other party could find it.

It doesn't look that simple...

"Do you want to open the door?" The system also felt a little panic, it didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

"Check the other party, are you armed?"

The last time she was stabbed by Qin Ruixi, Song Nanqiao has left a psychological shadow.

"No, and the other party's health seems to be very bad. I have detected that his vital signs are very weak, and he may be sick all the time." After the system completed the test, I felt a little relieved. With the opponent's force value, it should not pose a threat to Song Nanqiao.

And it seems that the other party is not here to fight.

"Then I'll open." Song Nanqiao wanted to see what the other party wanted to do.

The boy just rang the doorbell and stayed there. After a while, Song Nanqiao didn't open the door. Just when he wanted to leave, the door was opened.

The boy was a little surprised at first, then immediately switched his expression, and a very natural smile hung on his face.

"I've admired Miss Song's name for a long time, I'm really disturbing you to come here today." The boy took the initiative to extend his hand to express his sincerity.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" Song Nanqiao didn't shake his hand back.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm Liu Xuwen. The son of the chairman of Liuxiang Real Estate Group Co., Ltd."

Real estate... no wonder...

"Then what is your honor?" Song Nanqiao just glanced at him lightly.

"Miss Song took a step to speak, I have something very important to tell Miss Song." Liu Xuwen was not angry at all, and has always maintained a seemingly weak state, wanting to reduce Song Nanqiao's sense of crisis.

"Okay." Song Nanqiao pushed the door open, this person has successfully aroused her curiosity.

The two were seated on both sides of the table. During this period, Song Nanqiao never gave him a good face, and had a poker face the whole time.

"Why is Miss Song so hostile to me, is it because of Miss Wen?" The words were astonishing, and Liu Xuwen's words hit Song Nanqiao's careful thought.

Song Nanqiao's face suddenly became even more ugly. The other party mentioned Wen Wenyao, which means that he may know his relationship with Wen Wenyao... This man can not only know her address, but also know Some of her relationship with Wen Wenyao.

Song Nanqiao suddenly had the idea of ​​​​destroying/mouthing.

"Miss Song doesn't have to. I know you have a good relationship with Wen Wenyao, but I don't know anything else."

Liu Xuwen noticed the slight expression on Song Nanqiao's face. He really only knew that the two were closely related. He had boldly guessed the relationship between the two of them... In fact, it is not necessarily a friend, but also maybe a lover...

Now, Song Nanqiao shows a possessiveness towards Wen Wenyao, which makes him more sure of the good thoughts in his heart.

Looking at the complicated expression on Song Nanqiao's face, Liu Xuwen considered it again and said cautiously.

"That... Actually, what is the relationship between Miss Song and Miss Wen? I don't care, and it doesn't matter to me. "

"cough cough...Although I have a marriage contract with Miss Wen, I don't like her... To be precise, I don't like women. "

"I'm...gay and I have a boyfriend."

"So Miss Song, don't worry... In fact, I'm here today to talk business with you."

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: 1 pump, 1 Lin Beibei;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 pump;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Lin Beibei 4; Qiazhixixi, 3 giant crocodiles from Mars; Originally, I have nothing 2; Yangjiang 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 50441352, 10 bottles of scare geese in the galaxy; 5 bottles without correction; 4 bottles in Yangjiang;

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