Sister, you miss me

In a black Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle, Yang Feng held Shengge's pretty face and gave a five-minute French wet kiss.

After splitting his lips, Yang Feng wet his eyes and said, "Shengge, you finally let me realize what it means to not see in a day like three autumns."

Shengge panted slightly, staring at Yang Feng's affectionate pupils, sighing in the bottom of his heart, and slowly nestling in his arms.

Yang Feng closed his eyes and embraced the beautiful body, as if he had the whole world.

A kind of happiness that has never been seen before wraps Yang Feng, because the person who occupies all the body and mind is in his arms.

While Yang Feng was enjoying the tranquility, a small hand plunged into his shirt, and the icy touch came from his chest to his heart.

"Don't make trouble, itching." Yang Feng smiled, holding down the trolling little hand through the clothes, what was the expectation that the dexterous and delicate hand that played the keys and plucked the strings went all the way down the ribs.

Yang Feng took a deep breath, and looked at Jin Shengge's water-cutting pupils through the night light, and said bitterly: "You..."

"Don't you miss me?" Shengge's cherry lips came to his ears, and the hot and humid breath penetrated into his ears, igniting his blood. "The highest state of love, isn't it the ultimate pleasure of enjoying the soul and flesh." "

Yang Fengqiang endured the desire to overwhelm the mountains and suddenly exclaimed: "You are crazy, this is the parking lot!"

Shengge ignored him, resolutely untied his belt...

An hour later, the two returned to Fengjingyuan.

Shengge was soft and unable to stand, Yang Feng carried him into the elevator from downstairs, and then into the house from the elevator.

As soon as he entered the house, Shengge suddenly recovered his strength and threw down Yang Feng like a wolf like a tiger, and Yang Feng half pushed and half followed.

Shengge is right, he loves her, doing so is the highest state of love.

In the early morning of the next day, Sheng Ge opened his eyes and found that there was no one beside his pillow. He slowly got up, and the velvet quilt slipped down from the shoulders cut by the axe.

She rubbed her hair and yelled "Yang Feng" twice. No one answered, she dragged her flip-flops out of the room. There were a few upside-down plates on the dining table and a fragrant note.

"Shengge, you are tired. Sleep a little longer. When you see this, I must have been at an altitude of 30,000 feet. I have prepared a few breakfasts for you. I don’t know if it suits your taste. Physical strength, hee hee... I love your maple."

Shengge opened the upside-down plate, milk, eggs, siu mai, pickles, porridge...

Shengge closed his eyes and shed two lines of clear tears.

When the phone rang, she didn't even look at it, and she connected it directly, and there was an unexpected voice.

"Yang Feng did a good job. You seem to be very involved and enjoy. Women are really born actor..."

Shengge interrupted him: "You are satisfied, when will it end?"

"Once in the car, once in the house, I want to arrange it again."

"what!"

"The last time, it should be in public."

"you……"

"When will he come back?"

"Not sure."

"Oh, it's not in a hurry. I will think about it and give you instructions."

The phone slipped from Shengge's fingers. She slowly squatted down and buried her face in her hands. It took a long time before she let out a depressed sob.

...

In the next two trading days, according to Dracula's analysis, although Yuxin Group's stock still had ups and downs during the intraday trading session, it eventually closed at a down limit.

As of Friday, in the five-day trading day, the market closed with two daily limits and three daily limits.

Such a change of course will cause media attention, and some financial experts have come out to analyze it. Unfortunately, they have not even found the reason for the change. Naturally, it was Hu Kan who fooled the public.

In these two days, Yang Feng didn't fly back to the north to meet with Shengge, but the two people kept calling and WeChat, which was better than any man and woman in love.

When the time came to the evening of Friday, Yang Feng held a mobile phone to chat with Shengge, and sent his strong thoughts to Beidu through text. Shengge said witty things from time to time, which made him smile from time to time.

"Little Feng, Yang Feng!"

After Dracula called for the second time, Yang Feng looked up at him, and his eyes quickly fell on the screen again: "What are you doing!"

Dracula patted his head: "I suddenly feel that you are very strange."

"Oh." Yang Feng answered casually.

Dracula clenched his fists: "Your godmother said she would have dinner together tonight, and she has set a position."

"No." Yang Feng refused without even thinking about it.

"why?"

"I'm busy!" Yang Feng said, typing joyfully.

"You have to eat when you fall in love!" Dracula shook his head: "What magic power does that shengge have that fascinates you?"

Yang Feng shrugged, without comment.

"Are you really not going?"

"Hmm."

"Then I will go to Chunyang tomorrow, will you go?"

"Don't go." Yang Feng once again refused without thinking about it.

"I am idle as I am idle, don't you go see Ms. Chen Lin?"

"Sister Lin?" Yang Feng pressed his forehead once, "Ah..."

His head hurt, and the picture that seemed very clear just now gradually blurred, and he couldn't even think of Chen Lin's appearance.

"Xiao Feng, what's the matter with you?" Dracula's concerned voice came from his ear.

Yang Feng raised his head and touched his face, "What happened to me?"

"Your face is ugly."

Yang Feng leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes and said, "It must be caused by looking at the phone for a long time and keeping his head down. It's okay, I just take a rest."

"Are you really okay?" Dracula frowned, "Xiaofeng, you have always been healthy, you shouldn't have such a problem!"

Yang Feng smiled and shook his head: "I'm fine, go ahead and talk to my godmother for me."

Pushing Dracula out of the door, Yang Feng frowned and sat down in the back chair. He was thinking about what happened to him. The WeChat prompt came from the phone again. Yang Feng couldn't help but watch it and started talking again.

...

The night is like water.

A secluded courtyard in the northern capital.

The father and son had a drink under the moon.

As we all know, in Beidu, this kind of courtyard is a symbol of status and strength, and money cannot buy it.

"Dad, I have stopped for three consecutive drops, when will I reverse it?" Wang Cong asked humbly.

"What's the hurry!" Wang Lin shook his head, "One thing is wrong, we only lost 10%."

"Ten percent is five hundred million!" Wang Cong was in pain.

Wang Lin frowned and said: "In my concept, there is only ratio. If you want to make a big thing, you must have the momentum to swallow the mountains and rivers, don't care about the short-term gains and losses."

"I see." Wang Cong thought for a while and asked: "You mean, the next trading day, we will continue to suppress the stock price."

"Of course, this is necessary until the Yuxin Group raises the white flag."

"Dad, thank you, thank you for me..."

Wang Lin waved his hand: "How could I be fighting for your juniors? I have been watching Yuxin Group for a long time. If our company wants to enter the new energy vehicle industry, Yuxin Group is the only choice."

"So, my son admires it."

Wang Lin patted his son on the shoulder: "The war has just begun, learn something."

...

After all, Yang Feng couldn't match the tide of yearning, so he flew back to the northern capital again on Saturday night to reunite with Shengge.

In the early morning of Sunday, against the slight morning light, the two clasped their fingers together and entered the Xiangshan Scenic Area.

This was arranged by Shengge. After Yang Feng came back, he had no contact with his brothers and sisters, but he had no problem with Shengge's arrangement.

"Is that Yang Feng?" Nie Qing covered her mouth, staring straight ahead, "Who is the woman next to him?"

Yang Feng and Shengge had just walked up the steps, and Nie Qing and Jiang Haichao appeared at the entrance of the scenic spot.

Jiang Haichao pretended to watch for a while: "It should be Shengge, but I didn't expect them to fall in love."

Nie Qing stopped and said, "Brother Haichao, I want to go back." She didn't want to come, but she couldn't bear Jiang Haichao's repeated invitations.

"I've come here, so I will go shopping with my brother. I haven't been to Xiangshan in ten years."

"Well, let's go slower."

Jiang Haichao glanced at Nie Qing and said angrily: "Xiaoqing, why are you wronging yourself like this! Do you want to keep running away like this? How can you see Yang Feng's true face? He doesn't have you at all, he is an extremely Any man!"

"Stop talking!" Nie Qing cried, covering his ears, "If you don't want me to go, don't say it."

"Okay, I won't say, let's go." Jiang Haichao put his hands up and calmed down Nie Qing.

I don't know if Jiang Haichao did it deliberately. They chose the route that Yang Feng and Yang Feng had taken. Moreover, Yang Feng and Shengge never left their sight.

Jiang Haichao tried to hold Nie Qing's hand several times, but she avoided it with ease.

"Xiaoqing, do you remember when we came to play together when we were young?" Jiang Haichao had nothing to say.

"Remember." Nie Qing was unhappy, "There was no cable car, no regular steps, it was primitive and natural."

"That was the happiest day of my life." Jiang Haichao stopped and looked at Nie Qing affectionately. "In the ten years of the space station, every night, I have the same dream. In the dream, we wandered around. In the red maple forest in the autumn evening, we..."

"Brother Haichao..." Nie Qing shook his head and stopped him from speaking.

Jiang Haichao suddenly hugged Nie Qing, his big mouth desperately wanted to kiss Nie Qing's little mouth, and couldn't help saying: "Xiao Qing, brother is sincere to you, let him take care of you for the rest of your life."

Nie Qing dodged from side to side, but couldn't push the tide of the river. However, she was not an ordinary woman without the power to bind a chicken, but a specially trained woman with extremely abnormal skills.

Therefore, in this situation, her body preceded the mind and reacted instinctively.

One knee bump, one slapped.

Knee hit Jiang Haichao's lower body, Jiang Haichao bends over with pain and suffers another blow on his face.

Jiang Haichao covered his crotch with one hand and his face with the other, his expression on his face was bitter than that of bitter gourd.

Nie Qing felt that he was a little too much, biting his lip and said: "Sorry, I just reacted instinctively and couldn't control myself."

After a long time, Jiang Haichao eased, and said with a sad face: "In the world, you alone dare to do this to me, let's go."

"Can you do it?" Nie Qing glanced at Jiang Haichao's lower body and twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"A man can't say that he can't do it." Jiang Haichao smiled and shook his head, speeding up his pace. He deliberately arranged a good show, how could Nie Qing miss it?