Chapter 372 Don't Let You Cry Tonight

Chapter 372 Don't Let You Cry Tonight

Li Qiao took out the jade pendant from the brocade box. The high-quality suet white jade was delicate and moist, with excellent oiliness.

There is a hollow pattern carved in the middle of the jade pendant. I can't tell what it is, but the workmanship is very delicate.

At this time, Shang Yu lowered his head and lit his cigarette, a mist overflowed from his lips, and his voice mixed with the smoke was a little fuzzy, "The token of Madam Shang's."

The token of the mistress!

Li Qiao suddenly felt a little hot.

The man looked at her with an indistinguishable expression, put down his long legs, reached for the jade pendant and threw it on the table, "I don't want to read the documents."

Li Qiao watched his movements, opened her mouth, and stopped talking.

At any rate, it was also a piece of ancient jade made of high-quality materials, and it was not afraid of breaking it just by throwing it on the table.

Li Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth, and looked at the rice paper in the brocade box again.

She picked up the first one and unfolded it, and the flamboyant ink marks caught her eye.

Shang Zonghai's calligraphy is full of strength, and every stroke is restrained and sharp.

Starting from the first line of the translation document, Li Qiao read it word by word.

The author of this "Autobiography of the Stock God" is indeed the same female stock god that Charles mentioned.

Female stock god: Jing Yilan.

Although there were twenty pages of rice paper, it only took five or six minutes for Li Qiao to read them all.

The conclusion is that there is very little useful information.

Except for 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 title of "The Autobiography of the Stock God" very well, and Jing Yilan was twenty-eight years old when she wrote this autobiography.

After Li Qiao finished reading the last page, she let go of her fingers, and the rice paper fell back into the brocade box again.

It was an indescribable feeling. After reading the translation, she felt powerless as if she had hit the cotton with her fist.

Could it be... is this really just a notebook on stock market analysis?

Li Qiao rubbed her forehead, leaned back on the sofa with half-closed eyelids, her expression was gloomy.

At this time, Shang Yu turned his head, picked up the water glass on the table and handed it to her, "Why this expression?"

Li Qiao took the cup and held it in her hand, sighed, "Other than knowing the name and age of the stock goddess, I don't have any specific background about her."

She could continue the investigation based on the name information.

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

Jing Yilan...

The name sounded very grand, and Li Qiao thought of that photo inadvertently.

It is indeed a model of dignified elegance and a famous Shuyuan.

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 gaze fell on the rice paper, and she pondered for a few seconds, "Is it possible for Charles to know more details?"

It wasn't that she was impatient, but she felt that there must be more important content waiting for her to discover in the entire "Autobiography of the Stock God".

Especially when Shang Zonghai handed her the brocade box when he left Pama, those words were very meaningful.

——If you are ready, you can take this brocade box back.

Li Qiao's eyes were tinged with impatience, what kind of medicine was sold in Shang Zonghai's gourd?

After reading this document, she even had the illusion that he was fishing for big fish with a long line.

Seeing Li Qiao's brows and eyes filled with uncontrollable irritability, Shang Yu pursed her thin lips and leaned over to hook her shoulders, "Charles said that his understanding of the female stock god is limited to her ability to trade the stock market, He has no way of knowing more details."

After all, the man's palm landed on top of her head, "If you want to know more, let's check it ourselves."

Li Qiao half leaned on Shang Yu's shoulder, and after a while she stretched her brows and sighed softly, "It seems like this is the only way to go."

She was thinking about whether she should call Shen Qingye.

Of these events more than twenty years ago, only the archives of the Sixth Bureau can still leave traces.

Li Qiao's mind was completely attracted by the matter of the female stock god Jing Yilan, so she ignored Shang Yu's gradually dark eyes.

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

"Yan..."

The words were still on the lips, but they were all blocked back in the next second.

In the darker and more dewy night, in the peaceful and quiet mansion, even if something happens, it seems reasonable.

Li Qiao struggled a little, only to realize that she had been pinned on the sofa long ago.

She took a breath, her eyes were wet, she put her hands on Shang Yu's shoulders, and said breathlessly: "I should go back."

It is an excuse and an escape.

Shang Yu clamped her chin with his jaws, and kissed her on the face. His hoarse voice accompanied by hot breath fell into her ear, "I'll take you back tomorrow morning."

Li Qiao curled her fingers, and the images in her memory flooded in like a tide.

She even remembered the scene where she was forced to cry that night.

What a shame.

"Tomorrow..." Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu without blinking, perhaps because the color in his eyes was too strong, and his brain short-circuited instantly.

What is she going to do tomorrow?

Later, when the man picked her up from the sofa and walked towards the master bedroom on the third floor, he heard such a coaxing words, "Hey, try again, tonight... I won't let you cry."

Can you still believe this kind of words?

...

The next day, dawn broke.

Li Qiao woke up leisurely on the big bed in the master bedroom, staring at the ceiling for a moment in a daze.

The color in the room is the same as his person, rich and wild and lonely.

She can't remember the details of last night, anyway, she was tossed until the middle of the night.

and--

Li Qiao rubbed her eyelids, she was fine, her eyes were swollen from crying.

It was more violent and wild than the time in the old house, as if trying to swallow her alive.

Usually, he would get very angry when he saw himself suffer a little injury.

What now? He was the one who bullied her the most!

Li Qiao sighed, turned her head to look beside her, and suddenly bumped into the man's thick black eyes, she was stunned, and said dryly, "Morning."

At this time, Shang Yu was propping the back of his head with one hand, and covered his waist with a thin quilt. He was a satisfied man, with messy hair drooping at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. He lacked the usual indifference and coldness, but added a bit of laziness. gentle.

He rubbed Li Qiao's delicate shoulders with his palm, then leaned over and kissed the corner of her eyes, "Why don't you sleep more?"

Li Qiao curled her lips, her voice was hoarse, "I'm going to the laboratory."

Why is her voice like this?

Li Qiao's cold eyes drifted to Shang Yu's body, and she secretly decided to keep a distance from him at night.

...

Half an hour later, Li Qiao sat in the restaurant eating with weak legs and feet.

She ate the toast in small bites, occasionally gave Shang Yu a sharp look, and then continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

Although it doesn't hurt that much anymore, but... her waist is sore and her legs are also weak!

This man doesn't know what temperance is after eating meat.

Seeing the things in the trash can in the master bedroom in the morning, she almost stopped breathing.

Many.