Li Qiao takes out the jade pendant from the brocade box. It's fine, warm and greasy.

The jade pendant is carved with hollow patterns in the middle. I can't see what it is, but the workmanship is very exquisite.

At this time, Shang Yu lowered his head to light a cigarette. A mist overflowed from his lips. His voice mixed with smoke was a little hazy, "the keepsake of Shang's mother."

The keepsake of the master mother!

Li Qiao felt a little hot.

The man looked at her face, put down his long legs, reached for the jade pendant and threw it on the table, "it's not to see the documents."

Li Qiao looked at his actions, opened her mouth, and wanted to say nothing.

At least it's also an ancient jade of superior material. If you throw it on the table like this, you won't be afraid to break it.

Li Qiao turned her mouth and looked at the Xuan paper in the brocade box again.

She picked up the first one and unfolded it. The ink of dragon flying and Phoenix dancing was striking.

Shang Zonghai's calligraphy is full of strength, and each stroke is introverted and sharp.

Starting from the first line of the translated document, Li Qiao read it word for word.

The writer of this autobiography of the stock god is indeed the same as the female stock god in the mouth of Charles.

Female stock god: Jing Yilan.

Although there were 20 pages of Xuan paper, it was only five or six minutes for Li Qiao to finish reading all of them.

The conclusion is that there is very little useful information.

In addition to the introduction on the first page, the rest of the content basically describes her views and Analysis on the current stock market.

It fits the name of the Autobiography of the stock God very well, and Jing Yilan was 28 years old when she wrote this autobiography.

After reading the last page, Li Qiao loosened her finger, and the rice paper floated back into the brocade box.

After reading the translation, she felt powerless when she hit the cotton with her fist.

Is Is this really just a note on the analysis of the stock market?

Li Qiao rubbed her forehead, half closed her eyelids and leaned back against the sofa with a dim look.

At this time, Shang Yu turned his head, picked up the water cup on the table and handed it to her

Li Qiao took the cup and held it in her hand, sighing, "except for the name and age of the female stock god, she has no specific origin."

She can continue to investigate according to the information of her name.

I don't know if Shen Qingye has found any useful clues in the sixth Bureau.

Jing Yilan

This name sounds very atmospheric, Li Qiao inadvertently thought of that picture.

It's really a model of dignified, elegant and famous ladies.

Shang Yu glanced at the rice paper in the brocade box, twisted a piece of rice paper with his fingertips and looked at it roughly. "It's not a bad thing, at least I know the name."

Li Qiao propped her forehead, her eyes fell on the rice paper, and thought for a few seconds, "is it possible that Charles knows more details?"

Instead of being impatient, she felt that there must be more important content waiting for her to dig out.

Especially when he left Palma and Shang Zonghai gave her the brocade box, his words were very meaningful.

If you are ready, you can take the box back.

Li Qiao's eyes are dyed with a trace of impatience. What medicine is sold in the gourd of Shang Zonghai?

After reading this document, she even had the illusion that he was fishing for a long time.

Shang Yu saw that Li Qiao's eyebrows and eyes were full of impatience. His thin lips pursed and he leaned over her shoulder. "Charles said that his understanding of female stock god was limited to her ability to operate the stock market, and he didn't know more details."

Said, the man's palm fell on her head, "want to know more, we check."

Li Qiao leaned on Shang Yu's shoulder for a while, then stretched her eyebrows and sighed: "it seems that this is the only way."

She pondered whether to call Shen Qingye.

About 20 years ago, only the archives of the sixth bureau can leave traces.

Li Qiao's mind is completely attracted by Jing Yilan, the female stock god. In this way, she ignores Shang Yu's deep and dark eyes.

Until her chin was raised, she lazily raised her eyelids, and the handsome outline of the man in the field of vision was close at hand.

"Yan..."

The words are still on the lips, and the next second they are blocked.

It seems reasonable to see what will happen in the quiet residence on a deeper night.

Li Qiao struggled for a while, only to find that she had been pressed on the sofa.

She sipped, her eyes wet, her hands on Shang Yu's shoulder, and said unsteadily, "I should go back."

It's an excuse and an escape.

Shang Yu gripped her jaw and kissed her face. Her hoarse voice and hot breath sprinkled on her ear. "I'll send you back tomorrow morning."

Li Qiao's fingers curled up, and the images in her memory came like a tide.

She even remembers being forced to cry that night.It's a shame.

"I will..." Li Qiao looks at Shang Yu without blinking. Maybe the color in his eyes is too strong and his brain is short circuited.

What's she doing tomorrow?

Later, the man picked her up from the sofa and walked to the master bedroom on the third floor. At that moment, he heard such a coax saying in his ear, "darling, try again, tonight I don't want you to cry. "

Can you believe that?

....

The next day, dawn broke.

Li Qiao wakes up in the master bedroom and looks at the ceiling for a moment.

The color in the room was the same as his people, thick and colorful, wild and aloof.

She didn't remember the details of last night. Anyway, she was tossed into the middle of the night.

And -

Li Qiao touched her eyelids, which was very good. Her eyes were swollen.

It's more violent and wild than that time in Laozhai. It's like trying to swallow her alive.

As usual, he would be furious when he saw that he was hurt a little.

And now? He is the one who bullies her the most!

Li Qiao sighed, turned her head to look at the side of her body, and suddenly bumped into the man's dark eyes. She was stunned and said, "good morning."

At this time, Shang Yu, with one hand supporting the back of his head, is thin and covered at his waist. The satisfied man's broken hair droops disorderly at the top of his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes. Instead of his usual indifference and coldness, he adds a bit of lazy tenderness.

His palm rubbed Li Qiao's delicate shoulder, and then he leaned over to kiss her eyes, "why don't you sleep more?"

Li Qiao curled her lips and said in a dumb voice, "I want to go to the laboratory."

How did she sound like this?

Li Qiao's cool little eyes float to Shang Yu's body and secretly decides to keep a distance from him in the evening.

....

Li sat in the dining room for half an hour.

She took a small mouthful of toast and occasionally gave Shangyu an eye knife, then continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

Although no longer so painful, but She has a sore waist and weak legs!

The man didn't know what abstinence was after he had meat.

She almost stopped breathing when she saw the contents in the garbage can of the master bedroom in the morning.

A lot of them.

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