After eating, Wen Wenyao took Song Nanqiao's hand, and the two walked along the street.

Evening…

The gentle breeze blew on the girl's face, blowing away the bangs on Wen Wenyao's forehead, revealing her delicate facial features.

"A little cold..."

Wen Wenyao trembled for a while, then leaned towards Song Nanqiao. Song Nanqiao was a little taller than her, and she always felt that she would block a lot of wind when she was close to Song Nanqiao.

"Wear my coat." Song Nanqiao took off his coat.

It was a little hot this afternoon, but now the temperature has dropped again, probably because of the nightfall.

"Nan Qiao." The girl looked at the scenery outside and called her softly.

"What's wrong?"

"Your birthday is coming soon." The girl smiled sweetly at Song Nanqiao. Although Nanqiao might not care about this, she would definitely remember it.

This is the day when Song Nanqiao broke the shell.

"I almost forgot..."

She and Wen Wenyao have been together for a while, but they have never talked about this topic.

My old self was only a birthday. Because in the past, Song Nanqiao felt that only children would celebrate their birthdays.

But now, she is suddenly looking forward to it, because Wen Wenyao is by her side, so she always feels that every day is meaningful and makes her happy, and they will be together Year after year.

Suddenly I feel a little regretful, and I always feel that the life I have lived before seems to be meaningless.

"What are you thinking?" Wen Wenyao noticed her emotions, clenched Song Nanqiao's hand, and asked softly.

"I was thinking, thank you for being with me."

Song Nanqiao felt the temperature of her palm, and suddenly felt that she might be God's favor for her when she passed through.

"Every year from now on, I will be with you."

The girl slowed down her tone, stopped her pace, and slowly hugged Song Nanqiao with her puzzled expression.

When Wen Wenyao's body leaned over, Song Nanqiao felt that his body seemed to warm up again.

Song Nanqiao raised his hands and hugged the girl in his arms.

The girl in Song Nanqiao's arms has been feeling the changes in Song Nanqiao's mood. She knows that Song Nanqiao is worried, but at the same time she is also a little happy, because Song Nanqiao may have been inseparable from her. .

"Don't worry, I'm always by your side." The girl rubbed Song Nanqiao's back and rubbed her chin.

Like a docile kitten, she carefully cares for the owner's mood.

"It's late, let's go back..."

Wen Wenyao buried her head in Song Nanqiao's ear, whispered in her ear, and when she said the next sentence, the tip of her ear began to stain red.

"Are you implying something?"

"Well..." Wen Wenyao didn't deny it, but buried his head and nodded twice.

Although they had one this afternoon, Wen Wenyao felt that it was not enough. She felt that it was not safe enough outside. She wanted to have a deep contact with Song Nanqiao at home.

"Good."

Song Nanqiao naturally wouldn't refuse, she stopped a car on the side of the road, and the two soon returned home.

Night…

Wen Wenyao, who had just taken a bath, was pulled by Song Nanqiao.

The girl's cheeks quickly smeared a bright red.

"Are you shy?" Song Nanqiao asked.

"Of course...especially when you take the initiative." Wen Wenyao seemed to be a little nervous, his hand holding the sheet trembled slightly.

Many times, Wen Wenyao took the initiative. When he took the initiative, Wen Wenyao would let go of his restraint and shyness, and took the initiative to ask Song Nanqiao to touch him. But when Song Nanqiao took the initiative, a different kind of feeling would arise in his heart.

"Relax."

"Good."

The girl's lips moved...

To the end.

Song Nanqiao took out his hand from his girlfriend's body and intertwined with her.

"Have a good rest." Song Nanqiao followed the girl's black hair.

"En." Wen Wenyao nodded slightly, buried in Song Nanqiao's arms, and quickly fell asleep.

The next day…

Wen Wenyao's biological clock forced her to get up.

The girl rubbed her sleepy eyes, then looked to her side, and Song Nanqiao was sleeping beside her.

"Good, rest well." Wen Wenyao placed a kiss on the corner of Song Nanqiao's mouth, put on slippers, stepped on the floor, walked gently to the computer desk, picked up Paper and pen, and left a note for Song Nanqiao.

The character is like a person, very generous and beautiful font

It's still early, Wen Wenyao didn't want to disturb her.

"Go out and buy breakfast, and bring a copy for the baby by the way."

After Wen Wenyao washed up, changed clothes, took the key, and went to the breakfast shop outside to buy two breakfasts. One of them was left on Song Nanqiao's dining table, and the other was taken to school.

…

"Host, the stock market is about to open." The system was in Song Nanqiao's brain, calling for Song Nanqiao to get up.

Today is the day when Song Nanqiao was enshrined as a god, and nothing should go wrong.

"I see." Song Nanqiao opened her eyes, a ray of sunlight hit her cheeks, she knew this time, Wen Wenyao must have gone to school.

Song Nanqiao got out of bed and looked, and sure enough, the girl left a note for her on her computer desk.

"It's half past nine." Song Nanqiao looked at the phone, it was the last day he had slept in this period of time, and now Song Nanqiao still felt that his wrist was a little sore.

"Wen Wenyao did not appear to be feeling unwell when she woke up." Song Nanqiao was a little worried that if she tossed Wen Wenyao for too long yesterday, would her body be overloaded? .

"I don't see it." The system replied.

"Hmm."

"Wen Wenyao's physical strength seems to be better than yours."

Song Nanqiao: "…"

Song Nanqiao chose to ignore this system and walked to the bathroom. After washing up, she went to the dining table to eat breakfast bought by Wen Wenyao.

"The financial network is about to explode." Song Nanqiao said with some humor while eating and looking at the comments. Since she liquidated her position yesterday, the stock curve has been falling, which makes people feel heartbroken.

But at that time, the transaction was also closed, and many people looked at their mobile phones and could only be in a hurry. Combined with various reports on financial websites, it quickly pushed the stock to the pinnacle of public opinion.

The overwhelming public opinion posts press on Song Nanqiao, and the comments on the website are mixed. Almost everyone wanted to dig out the operators behind this stock, especially those who took the risk and bought this stock in large quantities. Now they can't wait to eat Song Nanqiao.

Of course, there are also some very exaggerated posts, and they start to brag about the people behind the stock, and what they say is within the contemporary stock gods, which is very mysterious.

"It's really interesting." Song Nanqiao looked at these posts as a joke.

"I don't know how many people there are now, and they will become impoverished."

"As I thought, nine hundred million." Song Nanqiao took a bite of the meat bun and said calmly.

The 900 million yuan will be divided into about 100 million yuan to Wen Guangquan, and about 50 million yuan to Zhai Xinqi, and stamp duty must be paid.

Just as she was eating, the phone rang, it was Zhai Xinqi.

"Congratulations Miss Song, you made a lot of money."

Zhai Xinqi seems to be very happy too. Yesterday he got the news that Song Nanqiao's stock has been plummeting. When he clicks on it, he knows that Song Nanqiao must have made a lot of money, at least it starts with nine figures.

"Thanks to you, if it wasn't for your sponsorship, it would have been very difficult for me to get to this point."

Song Nanqiao humbly said a few words, it is true, without Zhai Xinqi's trust, she would not be able to speculate in a short period of time.

"By the way, according to the contract, I will give you 50 million in dividends." Song Nanqiao suddenly thought of the contract they had made, which said that it would be distributed to Zhai Xinqi Five Millions of pure profits.

"Hahaha, to Miss Song, this 50 million is definitely nothing." Zhai Xinqi is very clear that the success of Song Nanqiao's stock is only 50 million, maybe even Song Nanqiao actually One-tenth of the income is not achieved.

"Overwhelmed."

"Then next time, is Miss Song willing to cooperate with us?"

Zhai Xinqi took the opportunity to ask him the real purpose of the call. Fifty million is nothing. The most important thing is that if Song Nanqiao is willing to cooperate, the benefits it will bring to them in the future will be immeasurable. Because he has fully understood the commercial value of Song Nanqiao.

"It's an honor."

Song Nanqiao is naturally willing.

She is going to use Zhai Xinqi as a long-term tool person. In this way, it will be beneficial to both parties and it will be a win-win situation.

"Then, I look forward to the next cooperation with Miss Song."

"Okay."

Hang up the phone, Song Nanqiao looked at the income in Rongtai's account, and estimated that after a while, the wind became less, and went outside to open a new account, which was more secure.

"In this world, can minors open an account?"

"Yes, 16 years old (private

"That's the best."

The original owner still has about a month to come of age, but she can't wait that long. The money has been placed in Rongtai's account, and Song Nanqiao will not feel at ease.

While she was thinking, the phone rang again.

"Wen Guangquan..."

Song Nanqiao looked at the contacts on the phone, and felt a chill in her heart, Wen Guangquan seemed to have not contacted her for a long time...

"Mr. Wen."

"How about the stock." Wen Guangquan was still the same, he wouldn't turn around and ask Song Nanqiao directly.

The stock he noticed yesterday, has been falling continuously, and this morning, there were a lot of reports in the financial markets. Wen Guangquan's intuition told her that Song Nanqiao must have paid attention to this stock, so he came to ask.

"It's over, I made 1.4 billion this time, and the money is in the account you gave." Song Nanqiao took the account given by Wen Guangquan and invested all the money in his demon shares. When the warehouse is cleared, it is also cleared together, and naturally a lot of money is made.

Two seconds later, Wen Guangquan said.

"That's right, fortunately, I'll give you half."

The tone of voice is calm, no emotion can be heard.

"Thank you Mr. Wen."

After finishing speaking, Wen Guangquan hung up the phone.

Wen Guangquan looked at the stock returns on the account.

Song Nanqiao

There are really two brushes…

All the money I gave to Song Nanqiao was invested in that stock...

Seeing this, Wen Guangquan called someone from the Intelligence Bureau.

"Go and check, whether the demon stock that the stock market plummeted is the operator behind Song Nanqiao, or has no connection with Song Nanqiao."

The author has something to say: I can't wait to write the blackening plot.

Hahahaha

The blackened Xiao Wen must be very touching

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