~.<  >-~    After dinner, Gu Changdao, Vice President Wang, the third lame old man went back to the hotel to rest. Xue Xiang stayed to accompany Liu Ying'er to take care of Dabao. It was only seven o'clock, and the day was long and the night was short. At this moment, the sun had not yet set. For half a day, the sunset was rolling with the afterglow of the sunset, making the west sky blood red.

Liu Ying'er stood on the balcony of the ward on the second floor, leaning against the railing and looking at the sky, feeling sad and disgusted, but she had no idea. Xue Xiang leaned on the bench beside the hospital bed, frowned, reached into her arms, and poked out the cigarette box. As soon as she popped up one, she suddenly saw the big treasure sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, and stuffed the cigarette back into the cigarette box.

Since Liu Ying'er and Xue Anyuan met, the two of them have been like this. Xue Xiang wanted to talk to her, but she didn't know what to say. She no longer had the freedom she used to be. Except for Dabao's condition and nursing, she would answer a few words, and the rest of the time was silent.

Xue Xiang knew that it was no wonder that she was because he had been talking nonsense, but he had not said a single word of important words.

The two of them stood in the outside and inside, standing and sitting for a long time. At this moment, the night sun seemed to have taken its last breath for a long time and sank down the mountain. In the west, the remaining clouds gradually faded, and the dusk mist was heavy. Seeing the bright colors, it was about to fade away. Another gust of wind broke out of thin air, causing countless red flowers and green leaves to spin in the flower beds downstairs, and some even flew to the balcony and landed on the railings. The delicate figure on the balcony was blown by the wind, shaking and looking more desolate.

Xue Xiang felt chest tightness when he saw that he turned on the lights in the room, got up, took a thin blanket, and walked towards the balcony. When he got closer, he just put it on her, but she waved her hand and knocked it off. Xue Xiang picked up the blanket in his hand.

Xue Xiang sighed in his heart. But he pretended that nothing happened: "It's cold, go back to sleep."

Liu Ying'er ignored her, and her hands were still on the railing, and she didn't answer. Her little mouth was pulled to hang an oil bottle, and the angry little wife looked very erect.

"I'm still angry. My uncle is very tired from work. At that time..."

"without!"

Fairy Liu finally spoke out, but he ruthlessly cut off Xue Xiang's words, which proved how hypocritical the word "no" was.

"It's good if you're not angry. Will you be able to go back to sleep?"

"I'm not sleepy, I want to sleep and you go to bed."

"If you don't sleep, how can I sleep?"

"I don't sleep with you. It's really strange. Can't you sleep with a blanket on your own?"

"You're right, I really don't know how to cover me with a quilt."

"You're so beautiful!"

"Okay, if you don't cover me, I'll cover you, let's go!"

Xue Xiang shouted, picked up Liu Ying'er's soft body, hooked her legs and walked out of the door. Liu Ying'er swung her long legs quickly, but Xue Xiang hugged her very tightly, so she could not break away. Only her white calves were exposed because of movement, which made Xue Xiang unable to move her eyes.

"Let me down quickly. I'll go by myself, be careful that there are people at the door, hurry up..." Seeing that Xue Xiang was about to carry him out, Liu Ying'er was anxious and didn't dare to make trouble.

"So what if someone is there? Hong Kong Island is not as open as our mainland. We are handsome men and beautiful women holding each other together. It's too late for them to envy them. Who dares to say something?"

"You are a rogue!"

"Thank you for your name!"

"you….."

Seeing Xue Xiang hooking the door open with his feet, Liu Ying'er twisted her body so embarrassed that she hid her face in Xue Xiang's arms. Thinking of the hatred, her small white teeth bit Xue Xiang's chest hard.

Because it was summer, Xue Xiang was wearing a shirt, Liu Ying'er covered her head and bit the small bump on the left pectoral muscle.

"Hey, what's it, slim and round." Curiously, Liu Ying'er actually moved her red lips and started to move between her teeth.

Xue Xiang** was caught for a moment, and his mind felt like someone had a hammer. He was in chaos and messy. Even his left foot, which stretched out to hook the door, unconsciously took it back and stood on the ground. Because at this moment, his body had a thousand kilograms of energy dissipated, and it seemed that he would immediately collapse on the ground without holding on.

But when Xue Xiang had just stabilized her body, Liu Ying'er held the protrusion between her teeth and rubbed her, completely letting Xue Xiang's soul fly out of the sky. Just as Xue Xiang's hand was powerless and was about to be soft, Liu Ying'er suddenly called Xue Xiang's soul back from the nine heavens.

Xue Xiang returned to Qingming Festival, quickly used both hands and hugged the little girl again.

The reason why Liu Ying'er screamed was not because the little girl felt that Xue Xiang had softened her hand and was about to fall to the ground, but because the little girl finally knew what was biting in her mouth. When she thought of this shameful object being held in her mouth, she almost fainted. Just as the little girl was ashamed of herself, a crisp sound suddenly made the little girl's buttocks tighten suddenly.

The perpetrator was naturally Xue Xiang. Xue Xiang was suddenly attacked by the little girl, which almost exploded. In awe, he slapped on the little girl's plump and round buttocks. Originally, the little girl was hugged in her arms, and her buttocks were more round and tight. The slap was printed on the thick buttocks. Xue Xiang was reluctant to move her hands and eyes, and she was teased by the little girl just now, and her desire was even more intense. Her big hands were actually wandering on the round buttocks, sometimes holding the buttocks and rubbing them, and even more, the big hands pressed the tight trousers into the buttocks...

Liu Ying'er in her arms couldn't be touched by him, sometimes moaning helplessly, sometimes moaning passionately. For a moment, the indoor spring was endless and beautiful.

Before this, Liu Ying'er had not been violated by Xue Xiang, but she had never had such a strong pain. At this moment, her private parts had been rubbed into mud. She could even sense that her pants had been wet, and water was still overflowing in the cracks of the clams.

The infatuated man and resentful woman, **, a spark, ignite the two of them. They were immediately immersed in the sea of ​​love and desire, and they were about to burn. Suddenly, "Cough cough..." Dabao on the hospital bed actually coughed a lot.

This cough is like pouring a basin of ice water on the head of two people, immediately sweeping the aura of desire.

While hurriedly tidying up their clothes, they rushed towards the hospital bed. When they got closer, they saw Dabao sleeping soundly, but his anger was a little crooked. Xue Xiang went forward to put the anger on his anger and looked back at Liu Ying'er, but he saw that the little girl's face was flushed, which seemed to be burning with desire before.

The little girl gave Xue Xiang a fierce look and ran out of the door quickly. Xue Xiang smiled proudly as she watched the little girl keep her legs closed as she ran.

Originally, this time, Dabao had to ask for two special escort wards. Dabao coughed before. Xue Xiang knew that he couldn't live without people here for the time being, for fear that Dabao would cough again and remove the oxygen hood, it would be a big mess. So he just lay on the chair, but his body was too long and his feet could only be dragged to the ground.

After all, the chair is not a bed. Not only is it narrow, it also hurts the back. Xue Xiang tossed and turned around, but he couldn't fall asleep, so he simply turned on the light and looked at a newspaper on the bedside table and looked up.

This is an economic morning newspaper, which is all about reporting on the economy and people's livelihood and the stock market. Xue Xiang is not interested in this. He will read a few pages and put it back. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on the title of an article in the third page "Changshui Industry has no intention of acquiring, where is the road to Huangpu"?

If you say that Xue Xiang didn't care much about the economy and the stock market in his previous life, he loved to read the biographies of successful people. At present, the reason why he settled on this report is because this report involves a person, a great figure who has been famous in later generations. It just so happened that Xue Xiang's previous life had the mentality of absorbing other people's successful experiences and had read his biography.

This person is Xu Mingyuan, later generations called Xu Chaoren, and the Changshui Industrial Co., Ltd. in that report is under his jurisdiction. The creation of Heji Huangpu is the proud work that made Xu Mingyuan resound throughout the world in later generations.

"This news report: Changshui Industry, a subsidiary of Xu Mingyuan, has no intention of acquiring Heji Huangpu. What's going on? Could it be that it was the butterfly effect brought by his own time travel?" Xue Xiang muttered in his heart, but he couldn't guess the reason. He thought it was just a news report and had nothing to do with him, so he wanted to put the newspaper down.

Suddenly, a sudden light of inspiration appeared in Xue Xiang's mind: Could it be that Xu Chaoren is playing "If you want to take it, go with it first", and hype yourself up and let Heji's stock price fall. In this way, you can take a two-pronged approach, while sucking in the stock secretly while secretly?

If you want to say that Xue Xiang really has a delicate heart. Although he is not proficient in business operations, he has insight into the interests and guesses Xu Mingyuan's thoughts.

It is said that Xu Mingyuan's acquisition of Heji Huangpu this time is actually closely related to Xue Xiang. Originally, Xu Mingyuan acquired Heji Huangpu in 1979, not the current 1978. To say that businessmen like Xu Mingyuan have a broad vision and long-term vision in business. It is precisely because of the start of the theoretical war on truth in 1978 and the convening of the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee that Xu Mingyuan understood the trend of mainland economic policies that the mainland decided to change its economic policies, so he decided to acquire Heji Huangpu in order to capture the mainland market while expanding its operations.

Because Xue Xiang appeared out of nowhere, the mainland's public opinion war started early, and the newspapers on Hong Kong Island were also very concerned about the political situation in the mainland, so they made a series of reports. The smart Xu Mingyuan predicted that the change was imminent, so he developed the idea of ​​expanding business and acquiring Hutchison. This idea naturally came about a long time ago in his previous life... However, Xue Xiang saw through Xu Mingyuan's plan and was overjoyed, so he naturally did not want to let go of the money delivered to his door. However, he knew from Xu Mingyuan's biography that the acquisition of Hutchison Whampoa was a classic business war between Xu's family, which made Xu Mingyuan make a fortune.

"Xu Mingyuan makes a big profit, I make a small profit. He eats meat, so he can't let me drink soup." Xue Xiang became more and more proud of himself. He leaned on the chair and swayed his legs crossed. He clearly remembered that because the acquisition came suddenly, the stock price of Heji Huangpu rose several times from the lowest point that was suppressed before the acquisition to the price after the acquisition, and the profit in it was simply amazing.

Thinking about the money coming, Xue Xiang's heart was much brighter. Originally, he planned to sell "Han Xizai Night Banquet Picture" for money, but now that he has this unexpected fortune, there is no need to sell it. After all, this is a national treasure passed down by his ancestors. Even if he sells it to Hong Kong people, it is a sin?

Although he doesn't have to sell it now, he still needs to play a role. After all, he can't help but make money from the stock market. At present, Xue Xiang doesn't plan to sell it anymore, but he is taking the initiative, because if he sells it, it's someone else's. If he does it, he can still redeem it. (To be continued)

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