My infertile wife ran with the ball

The cold air in the morning hit the glass, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with a layer of milky-white mist, which gradually condensed into water droplets, rolling down from top to bottom, and wet the curtains near the glass.

The thick curtains in the master bedroom haven’t been drawn yet, the room is dimly lit, and a young man is sleeping comfortably on the big messy bed, holding a pillow in his arms, biting his lips while sleeping, sucking the air from time to time, sparkling The saliva flowed from the corners of the lips all the way to the cheeks, and the milk fat lining became more obvious.

When Lin Yi went upstairs to call for someone after cooking, he saw this scene very much. He really wanted to take a picture of Shen Qinghao drooling while sleeping, but based on the principle of respecting the little guy, he finally Or not? Grab your phone.

"What did you dream about? I slept so soundly."

He smiled and wiped away the saliva from Shen Qinghao's mouth with a wet tissue.

"Shen Qinghao, get up and eat."

The person on the bed didn't respond at all? No.

Lin Yi grabbed the pillow in Shen Qinghao's arms and slowly pulled it out.

This pillow was stuffed into Shen Qinghao's arms when he woke up. The young man always hugged him when he was sleeping, and he couldn't break it away with too much strength. Once he forced it out of Shen Qinghao's arms, he woke up immediately.

Is it like this at night? No problem, but in the morning he has to get up to cook, so at 05:30 he sneaked out, taking advantage of Shen Qinghao's inattention? He stuffed a pillow into his arms.

"Um....."

The pillow in his arms was ripped out, and the young man immediately opened his eyes in a daze, and there was another watermark on his mouth.Lin Yi hurriedly reached out to wipe it off, but was caught off guard by Shen Qinghao and threw off his pajamas.

"Click, click, click..."

Lin Yi's chest was wet, and by the time he realized what had happened, his face was already blushing unreasonably.

"Shen Qinghao!"

He forcefully pushed Shen Qinghao down, hurriedly straightened his pajamas, looked at that innocent face, and unbearably raised his bangs, and slapped his smooth forehead loudly.

"Snapped--"

"Ah, it hurts."

Shen Qinghao, who had just woken up, clutched his forehead and huddled on the bed, and asked Lin Yi in a nasal voice: "Yi, why did you hit me?"

"You... this..." the little rascal.

Seeing his innocent appearance, Lin Yi blushed even more angrily, "What dream were you just having? How could it be..."

"Ah... I just dreamed..." Shen Qinghao's eyes drifted to Lin Yi's chest, "There's something coming out of you...Let me help you..."

Actually more than that.....

But he dared not say it.

Lin Yi stretched out his hand again to pat Shen Qinghao, but was stopped by the sticky young man. In the end, he shook off the gummy candy vigorously, pinched the back of Shen Qinghao's neck and said through gritted teeth, "Get up, wash up, and eat."

·

The ensuite bathroom in the master bedroom is large, with wet and dry separation, double sinks, simple decoration, and a sense of the future?

Lin Yi leaned against the wall to watch Shen Qinghao brush his teeth, wash his face and put his pigtails on. He kept a cold face the whole time, and looked at Shen Qinghao who was about to shave so that he couldn't even use an electric shaver anymore.

Shen Qinghao pressed the shaver twice again, but the thing in his hand still didn't respond.

--and many more.

It's not that he doesn't know how to use it anymore, it's that this thing is broken.

Shen Qinghao slowly put down the electric shaver in his hand, turned around slowly, slowly reached out to open the cabinet, searched for it, and slowly took out a retro razor.

He froze.

He doesn't know how to use a manual? Razor......I used to cut my face when I used it for emergency...

It’s over.

"as well as"

Holding the shaving brush and the razor, Shen Qinghao asked Lin Yi for help, "That one is broken, I don't know how to use it manually, can? Can't? Use yours."

Lin Yi frowned and walked to his side, "No, I said to use my own things, so there's no use for that."

Shen · Weak · Poor · Handicapped Star · Qing Hao

"Really? No..."

Lin Yi took the razor, turned on hot water and twisted a hot towel, "I'll do it, you bow your head."

Shen Qinghao obeyed obediently, and a hot towel was covered on his face in the next second.

Height is a mystery.When we first met, Shen Qinghao was only slightly taller than Lin Yi, but 22 grows longer? It’s true, Shen Qinghao has grown by about three or four centimeters in just a few months, and now Lin Yi has to raise his height The eyes looked at him.

Lin Yi took the towel off Shen Qinghao's face, used a shaving brush to lather him up, and pinched the young man's chin to help him shave.

The razor slid across the young man's face in the direction of beard growth, leaving strings of dense foam.Shen Qinghao doesn't belong to the male|sex|hormone|hormone-exuberant category. Except for his hair? Eyelashes and eyebrows? Other places are pretty clean. Lin Yi quickly took care of his moustache and shaved it. Cleaning tools are placed under the tap together.

After Shen Qinghao washed his face, he waited for Lin Yi to drain the shaving tools and went out for breakfast together, but his chin was pinched again.

The young man had aftershave lotion on his fingertips, and he carefully rubbed it evenly.

This action brought the distance between the two of them closer again. Shen Qinghao looked at Lin Yi's face against the cold light, his eyes swept over the young man's soft eyebrows, the slender nasal bone, and finally fell on his lips.

"Okay, finished wiping, let's go downstairs to eat."

Lin Yi patted his baby fat, and Shen Qinghao followed Lin Yi for a few steps. Before leaving the bathroom, he asked his own question: "Yi, has it been a long time since you shaved?"

Lin Yi paused, thought for a moment and replied, "Well, it's been four or five days."

This is very strange, a man who doesn't shave for four or five days, even if he doesn't grow into a gorilla, will at least have a little stubble on his face, but Lin Yi's face is like a boiled egg that has just been peeled off its shell, delicate and smooth almost Not even the pores are visible.

Shen Qinghao touched Lin Yi's cheeks, and indeed he couldn't feel any stubble. The touch on his fingertips was soft and delicate.

"This...is it bad to take Chinese medicine? Why don't you grow a beard?"

Lin Yi followed his movements and touched his face, "Didn't the doctor say that my hormone level is abnormal, maybe? Because I am in the adjustment stage, it is even more abnormal?"

"It seems to make sense?"

Shen Qinghao stroked the pulp of his index finger, deciding to take Lin Yi to see a doctor someday.

·

It has not been a day or two since the city of Beijing banned burning and burning, but no difficulty can stop the lively crowd.As soon as the two of them came out of the bathroom, they heard a crackling sound outside the window, as well as the sound of simulated cannon blasting.Shen Qinghao looked at the empty sky, and immediately ran to the window and glanced downstairs with a small telescope.

I saw bright red electronic fireworks and firecrackers spread all the way on the green belt, and a few aunts stood by the trash can holding a handful of melon seeds, listening to the firecrackers cracking melon seeds, very pleasant.

"I don't understand why we still have to set off firecrackers during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Shen Qinghao put away the binoculars, and walked downstairs with Lin Yi.

"If you don't understand, you don't understand." Lin Yi said.

The two sat at the table together, Lin Yi stirred the lean meat porridge with a spoon, and evenly stirred the shredded pork and preserved eggs that had sunk below, so that the slightly cooled surface of the rice porridge was steaming hot again, and then pushed the porridge bowl away In front of Shen Qinghao.

In addition to pasta and snacks, there are moon cakes cut into small pieces on the table, accompanied by the sound of firecrackers outside the window, which is very suitable for the occasion.

"At home? I only have lotus paste and egg yolk stuffing. I don't know what flavor you like..."

Lin Yi pinched a piece of mooncake and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly.

Shen Qinghao looked at the downcast eyes seriously? Lin Yi who was eating, his slender eyelashes cast a cluster of shadows at the end of his eyes, like a soft tree under the afterglow of the setting sun, he smiled lightly, "Actually, I rarely eat Chinese dim sum, moon cakes I've only eaten this thing once or twice...never before? People spend Mid-Autumn Festival with me. In short, I like what you like, and I eat everything the same."

Shen Qinghao also picked up a piece of mooncake, took a big bite, puffed out his cheeks and said, "Mmm, it's delicious."

Lin Yi drank porridge, his earlobe was a little red.

The sound of electronic firecrackers outside the window didn't stop until they finished eating.

Lin Yi sat in the study and turned on the computer, put on the headphones and entered the video conference, and started to work overtime for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Lin Yi." Du Yu on the other side of the video said to him with a yawn.

"Well, you're happy too. I used a model to calculate that Bai Yangyang's stock price is estimated to reach 320 after the market opens today. It is difficult for this price to be lowered by short selling. You should try to raise funds as much as possible, and I will return the client to you One part, depending on the situation, ready to sell at any time."

"Okay, I will continue to pour water on the forum."

The capital market is so illusory. If you shout that this stock can make money, even if you don’t believe it yourself, if you shout too much, someone will always come to invest.One started to invest, and the other started to follow the venture capital. The profit and loss charts appeared on the forum one after another. Even if they were not interested in this stock, they still couldn't help but invest in it.

As long as you can? Blow, no? There's nothing you can't do.

Lin Yi scrolled through the forum, looking at the posts one after another: "Childhood dream?", "Your favorite drink when you were a child is going bankrupt", "Buy white? Duck Brothers League! □□ A handful of big ones!", "Damn buy white? Foreigners are mentally handicapped, think? Look at the picture | Why don't you buy underwear brands" and a series of posts posted by management staff No. 3, also It was a series of posts by Du Yu.

He couldn't help sighing in his heart that Du Yu's undercover agent played tricks to deceive people's hearts. He also lamented that the times have changed, and there are more and more rich and irascible old men in the forum...

While observing the trading floor, he opened his mailbox, and Deng Jie's email was lying there quietly.

'Welcome to join my team, may you and I cooperate? Happy, 400. '

There is only a short sentence?, and the attachment is an observation map of the trading volume of forum users.

Under the operation of Du Yu and a group of administrators bought by Deng Jie, the energy of the forum has been greatly exerted, and the total investment has reached an astonishing 30 billion.

Didn't Lin Yi all this morning? Get up from the chair, communicate with Du Yu to change strategies from time to time, watch the latest trading information from the company's software, buy and sell, buy and increase positions, and fight wits and courage with the short sellers. The stock price went up and down, and I don't know how many shorts were suppressed, and how many short-selling institutions burst their positions and even lost their pants.

Lin Yi has a total of 10 billion clients in his hands. I don’t know how much he invested in Deng Jie’s side. The stock price has far exceeded expectations since the opening of the market. It melted four times in the morning, guaranteed 3 and rushed 4, all the way towards The 400 yuan mark made great strides, and finally stabilized at around 390 when the market closed at noon.

"The trend is a bit ugly. It seems that there are more short sellers entering the market." Du Yu said on the other side of the video.

"Wait for me for 10 minutes, I'll go get something to eat."

"Okay, I can't do it anymore, I have to rest."

"Ah."

Lin Yi rubbed his sore waist and got up to make lunch.

Because of sitting for a long time, his lumbar spine has not been very good since middle school. Stiffness and pain are commonplace. As he ages, his physical function gradually deteriorates, and sometimes his wrists are sore. Now he cooks with a shovel , I always feel that my right hand cannot use force.

The two home-cooked dishes were ready quickly, and the rice cooker made a "ding" sound. Lin Yi held the rice spoon and wanted to serve the rice, but Shen Qinghao didn't appear at the dinner table...

When he entered the study room in the morning, Shen Qinghao went to another study room, carrying the computer and said that there is something to do, now is it something? Don't you? Finish it.

Lin Yi put down his rice spoon, checked the time on his phone, hurriedly wrote a post-it note, and went upstairs to continue working.

Things that could have stayed out of the way, but because of Deng Jie's scheme, both he and Du Yu were bought and sold by force.

Sure enough, the most dangerous moment is when the capitalist opens his mouth to talk about his feelings.

However, Deng Jie just wanted to make a profit. He selected stocks and began to use various forces to go long.Lin Yi pressed his temples and roughly glanced at the historical curve.

Deng Jie sent him the estimated price of 400, and it is now 410. The stock price of Baiyangyang does not mean to drop in the slightest, that is to say, at this moment, there is no black hand who wants to buy the stock and raise the stock price. ?selling.They are all waiting, waiting for the stock price to rise higher, so as to obtain higher rewards.

"It's closed, ahhh."

"My brain is going to explode. I have to lurk in the forum at night. During the day? I am an old farmer holding a sickle, and at night I am a weak leek. I am an old hermaphrodite..."

Du Yu, who was on the opposite side of the video, was rubbing his big wavy hair, and bumped his head against the wall.

Lin Yi's condition at this time is not much better. Ming? Ming? He slept well last night, but now his eye sockets are bluish with fatigue. He sent an email to Deng Jie asking for the price, and the reply was 500 .

"Deng Jie said he wanted to raise it to 500. You go to buy a few stock market influencers tonight and let them market it."

There are slight mood swings in Lin Yi's voice?

This is too dangerous.

When they went long today to push up the stock price, they encountered more short-sellers than expected, desperately pulling down the stock price.It is already a miracle that the stock price can close at 410 at night. If more short sellers enter the game tomorrow and the stock price falls, they will lose everything.If Deng Jie just wants to do more? If he wants to make a profit, he should accept it as soon as it is good. In this situation...he does not believe that Deng Jie wants to help Bai? "Yes, if there are other intentions?...

"Okay. This old boy played too hard." Du Yu sighed a few words, saying that he was exhausted and had to take a short rest, and withdrew from the meeting.

Lin Yi got up and walked around the house a few times. He turned on the current affairs news, and after seeing a few headlines of the financial news, he understood it instantly.

·

The sound of electronic firecrackers sounded outside the window again, the night had already sunk, dotted with different shades of blue, the whole night looked a bit mottled, but the moon was full and bright.

Lin Yi walked to the dining table and found that the dishes he cooked at noon were left intact, and the rice in the rice cooker had not been touched by anyone.

Is Shen Qinghao noon? Have dinner...

Looking around, only the living room and the kitchen with timer lights were on, and the rest of the place was completely dark. There was a room on the second floor that shone with light. It was Shen Qinghao's study...

Lin Yi sighed, thinking to himself? The young man must have forgotten the time while playing games or reading.

But tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, we always have to watch the moon and eat mooncakes...

He reheated the cold dish, ate a few mouthfuls casually, and put a new dish on the table, and went upstairs to find someone with a cup of freshly brewed hot cocoa.

"dong dong"

"Enter~"

Lin Yi pushed open the door and saw Shen Qinghao sitting on the computer chair.He also seemed tired, but his eyes were full of unbridled light.

The video conference interface was still displayed on the computer screen beside him, Lin Yi handed the hot cocoa to Shen Qinghao's hands, and pressed his temples for him, "Have a meeting all day?"

"Well, what about the United States?"

Lin Yi glanced at the computer screen again, the meeting showed that there were only two people in the meeting, one was Shen Qinghao, and the other was temporarily away, and his name was Zhao Ci.

"This is my senior," Shen Qinghao tapped the screen, "He has a jet lag, which is equivalent to staying up all night for me. He just went to the laboratory to find a professor, and I have to continue with him and the professor in a while. There is a meeting, I don’t know when it will be, you will go to sleep first.”

"Okay." Lin Yi heard himself answering blankly, "You go downstairs to have some food first."

"There are snacks you bought last time in the study, don't worry about me."

"it is good."

·

Lin Yi sat on the bed with his computer in his arms for a long time, until the sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside stopped completely, and the full moon was covered by clouds.

On the way, he wanted to go into the study to look for Shen Qinghao, but hearing the laughter inside, he put down his hand that wanted to knock on the door.

After sending congratulatory text messages to his mother and uncle, he lay flat on the bed covered with a quilt, unable to sleep. The chill spread from his fingertips, cold.

I don't know how long it has passed, but when he was in a daze, the bed beside him was slightly sunken, and the familiar smell and temperature came gradually.

But the man didn't? Didn't hug him like usual.

He took the initiative to move to a warm place, as if he could live here forever.

The author has something to say: Hey, why is the top floor updated twice a week?

Xiao Shen will turn black in the later stage, and he is my favorite to write about the sick and paranoid.