School Heroine Secretly Loves Me

After Song Nanqiao finished dinner, there was a slight knock on the door, the movement was so light that he could just hear it.

Song Nanqiao put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, walked to the door, and gently opened the door.

Just as I thought, it was still the familiar girl.

The girl in school uniform, with a smile on her face, stepped forward gently, stood on tiptoe, and hugged Song Nanqiao.

But the action was not as intense as before, it was just a slight physical contact, as if he was worried about Song Nanqiao's body.

"Did you miss me?"

"some."

Song Nanqiao took the initiative to lean down and kissed Wen Wenyao's forehead.

The girl in her arms trembled, then raised her head, her eyes were bright.

"It's rare for you to take the initiative once."

"Do you not like it?"

"I like it to death."

She just likes the active Song Nanqiao, the kind of eyes that are intoxicated by her always give Wen Wenyao a full sense of satisfaction.

"Go ahead."

It was not good for two people standing at the door, Song Nanqiao took the initiative to walk into the room, and took Wen Wenyao's hand by the way.

"Come and eat after washing your hands."

"Uh-huh."

Wen Wenyao nodded obediently, and walked towards the bathroom.

After Wen Wenyao washed his hands, he took the initiative to sit opposite Song Nanqiao.

"Try this sliced ​​meat." Song Nanqiao put a piece of meat in Daowen Wenyao's bowl, and took a sip of shredded chicken porridge.

"It's delicious."

The girl picked up another piece, and Song Nanqiao's cooking has always been to her liking. Every time she eats with Song Nanqiao, Wen Wenyao thinks it is a kind of enjoyment.

"Eat more... Anyway, I probably can't eat it."

Song Nanqiao lowered his head sadly, drinking his porridge silently.

Her stomach hurt and she could only eat soft food for a long time. She drank porridge for a week.The dishes on the table were all prepared for Wen Wenyao.

She really wanted to take a bite...

"puff."

The girl on the opposite side seemed to notice the expression on her face, and couldn't help laughing out loud. Wen Wenyao found out early in the hospital that Song Nanqiao didn't seem to like porridge very much.

"Hey, when you get well, I'll take you to eat all over the city."

Wen Wenyao stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a small shrimp from the plate of shrimp in front of Song Nanqiao, and put it in his own bowl.

"Too much……"

Song Nanqiao raised her head and looked at the prawns in front of her. These were all made by herself, and she couldn't even eat them.

Thinking of this, Song Nanqiao gulped down the porridge in the bowl as if venting his hatred.

"Don't drink too fast, what should I do if my stomach hurts?"

Wen Wenyao quickly stood up from the table, squeezed Song Nanqiao's hand nervously, and asked him to put the porridge down.

The white wrist was held by the girl's slender fingers, Song Nanqiao looked down.

What beautiful hands...

The two returned to a harmonious dining state...

at night

Wen Wenyao found his pajamas from the closet, and took the pajamas to a small bathroom in Song Nanqiao's room.

Where the glass is frosted, although it can't be seen clearly, it can still trace a rough shape.

Wen Wenyao took off his clothes, without the cover of the clothes, fair skin could be seen all over the frosted glass.

Song Nanqiao glanced at the bathroom, then immediately lowered his head, bit his lips, his cheeks were slightly red.

every time

Every time Wen Wenyao lives with him, he doesn't shy away from it, whether it's changing clothes or taking a bath...

The girls in it seem to be generous, and they can show everything about themselves without hesitation in front of Song Nanqiao. This kind of behavior is subtly wearing down Song Nanqiao's will.

This behavior of the girl will give Song Nanqiao the illusion that whatever he does to her is safe and reasonable.

Song Nanqiao had accidentally seen Wen Wenyao's naked body, it was beautiful... perfect...

Everything that is too perfect makes Song Nanqiao inexplicably have a violent desire in her heart, wanting to leave many, many marks on her body, wanting to destroy her body

This inexplicable desire was quickly suppressed by Song Nanqiao.

No way, stop thinking about these things...

Song Nanqiao turned on the computer, forced himself to focus on the computer, and then put on the earphones, forcing himself not to be attracted by the temptation of the outside world.

Just when Song Nanqiao had just made up his mind to focus on his work.

Wen Wenyao pushed the door open, wearing light pajamas.

A burst of fragrance came into Song Nanqiao's olfactory organs, causing Song Nanqiao's body to tremble. She didn't dare to turn her head to look at Wen Wenyao again, fearing that she would see something she shouldn't have seen again.

Just as Wen Wenyao got out of the bathroom, he saw Song Nanqiao sitting on the computer desk. That person seemed to be very focused and didn't turn his head.

Wen Wenyao's eyes darkened for a moment, and she slowly raised her delicate ankle, and she deliberately lowered the sound of her footsteps.

Song Nanqiao felt that the familiar smell was getting stronger and stronger, and an ominous premonition vaguely rose in her heart...

Sure enough, the girl came up behind her, raised her arms, and hugged her slightly.

"Look back at me..."

It seems to be acting like a baby, and it also seems to be an invisible seduction.

Song Nanqiao didn't look back, but held her hand and coaxed her softly, "Go and rest first, I still have to deal with work."

She didn't dare to turn her head, for she was afraid that if she turned her head, she wouldn't be able to hold back her thoughts.

Wen Wenyao opened her mouth, then closed it. She originally wanted Song Nanqiao to accompany her, but Song Nanqiao seemed to be very busy now, and she couldn't disturb him unreasonably.

"Then I'll wait for you on the bed."

Leaving a word, Wen Wenyao went to the living room with the hair dryer, and after drying his hair, he gently opened the door, lay down on the bed obediently, and shrunk himself into one piece.

After working for two hours.

Song Nanqiao looked back at her, the girl's small body was curled up on the bed, a small ball, neither noisy nor noisy.

Really like falling asleep.

Thinking that there is not much time now, Song Nanqiao turned off the computer, raised his stiff steps, and groped to the bed.

As soon as I got down, the girl hugged me, and a pair of dark eyes met my gaze.

"Haven't you slept yet?"

"waiting for you……"

"Don't wait for me."

"It's okay, the quilt is warmed up, you can sleep in next to me."

Wen Wenyao's body was pressed against Song Nanqiao's arms, she wanted Song Nanqiao to hug her.

"Do you want me to hold you?" Song Nanqiao seemed to have guessed her thoughts.

"Yes..." Wen Wenyao wrapped his legs around Song Nanqiao's waist, acting like a spoiled child again.

Song Nanqiao had no choice but to hug her, and the two of them slept together until the next day...

The following days will be like this.

It was only later that Song Nanqiao's work seemed to be busier.

One weekend afternoon, Song Nanqiao was playing drums and Wen Wenyao was sitting on the bed reading a book.

"You write down these data, such as the percentage increase."

Song Nanqiao held the mouse and looked at the phone from time to time.

A few days ago, I had already prepared to build a position.

"Pay more attention to the accumulation stage."

Song Nanqiao said something to himself, as if reminding himself.

Continuous buying will make the stock rise better. At this time, Song Nanqiao needs to control the daily limit to make the lines unpredictable, release more liquidity, and attract some small investors.

Song Nanqiao turned on the financial channel, and as expected, some people have already started paying attention to his stock.

But it's still almost hot.

Song Nanqiao picked up his mobile phone and called Zhai Xinqi.

"Miss Song?"

"You are paying attention to my stocks."

"Well, yes. Ms. Song's stock is a bit like the trend of demon stocks. In short, it is... very strange."

Zhai Xinqi was holding his mobile phone, and he had been paying attention to the stock market during this time. She had analyzed Song Nanqiao's stock and knew that the other party seemed to be trying to copy monster stocks.

"You contact some financial websites. When I raise the stock price, I can arrange to push some news about this stock. The hotter the better."

If this link can be done well, it can attract a large number of stock investors, and Song Nanqiao will slowly backtrack to let them make a little money, and finally rise again. The best time is to sell the stock price at the best time, and then earn huge profits. .

"Ok, I see."

Zhai Xinqi understood Song Nanqiao's meaning, and almost those stocks with a rising trend would have such operations.

This matter must be arranged now, and when the crops are not over, the news must be pushed out, and only in the high-level stage can there be excellent attention.

After resolving these matters, it was almost time for the stock market to close today. Song Nanqiao then used his small account to buy other small stocks in order to earn some short-term profits.

……

After Song Nanqiao finished work, Wen Wenyao just put down his books.

In fact, her mind was not on the books at all, she was always paying attention to Song Nanqiao.

It's been like this all this time...

Song Nanqiao seems to have been busy with work all the time. It was fine a while ago, and he would chat with himself at night and take the initiative to hug him.

In the past few days, Song Nanqiao has been obviously busy, and she always asks her to rest and sleep first.

Even though today is the weekend, I still have to be so busy...

I always feel that Song Nanqiao has neglected himself a lot...

Wen Wenyao felt aggrieved, and her eyes began to turn red. She didn't want to disturb Song Nanqiao, and she could only bear the emotional suffering.

"How about going to the movies tonight?"

At this moment, Song Nanqiao hadn't noticed the girl's emotions about to burst out, and was still talking to the girl in a relaxed tone.

"Are you still working tonight?" Wen Wenyao didn't answer her, but asked another question.

"No more." Song Nanqiao wanted to take a rest.

"Okay, I have something to tell you tonight..." Wen Wenyao's pupils darkened, and she spoke in a low voice.

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