Ning Xi sat on a bamboo chair in front of the French window, hugging her knees with her hands, quietly looking at the distance. The birds flying over the branches, the misty and changing white clouds, the dead trees creaking in the wind, and the two young men and women riding bicycles side by side, leaving behind a lot of crisp laughter. All of them turned into the image of one person in her heart and mind.
He giggled, a little bit bad, a little bit silly, a little bit annoying, but also a little bit cute!
Ning Xi couldn't help but smile, and she didn't know what she was thinking of. Her cheeks flushed slightly. The soft sunlight slanted across her long black hair, like a scene that only appeared in a dream.
Wen Liang pushed the door open, put the breakfast in his hand aside, walked behind her and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"I wonder if some evildoer has fled for fear of his crime?"
Wen Liang made a heartbroken expression and said, "Last night, I was the victim..."
Ning Xi turned her head. Even from such a close distance, there was no flaw in her beautiful face. Without her sunglasses, her eyes were like stars, attracting everyone's attention. Wen Liang couldn't help but praise, "Ning Xi, you are so beautiful!"
Ning Xi smiled sweetly, like a clearing after the winter snow, and said, "If you show such a vulgar look again, I will probably regret my choice... Oh..."
Before he could finish his words, Wen Liang picked him up from the bamboo chair and laughed, "Once you enter my Wen family, you will never be able to escape in this life. Come, eat first. The bottom must be full, and the upper part cannot be hungry."
Ning Xi put her arms around his neck and chuckled, "You can tease me as much as you want. I'm not shy, I won't admit defeat, and I'll just ignore it. After a while, I'll see whether you're interesting or not!"
The evil taste of adult uncles is to tease the indescribable charm of the shy parts of beautiful women when they bow their heads. However, when they meet an opponent like Ning Xi who has high IQ and EQ, such setbacks and blows are inevitable. However, the reason why uncles become uncles is that they have carved out a mountain with thousands of hammers and chisels, and burned in the fire as if it were nothing. They are not afraid of being crushed to pieces, but want to stay in the world. This little blow is just a drizzle!
Wen Liang placed Ning Xi on the table with a breakfast bag next to her. Ning Xi chuckled and looked at the Qinghe logo printed on the bag. She said, "Okay, I thought you were going to buy something delicious, but you're using your own food to fool me?"
The two stayed overnight in a high-end hotel in Huashan District. There was a Qinghe branch nearby. Wen Liang inserted a tube into the soy milk cup and said with a smile, "It's safer to eat your own food. Xiaoyin has also been through a lot. She is a good store manager and has managed the Huashan store well. Give her a bigger bonus for the New Year."
Ning Xi dangled her feet over the table, sipped soy milk from his hand, and said, "Qinghe now has seven branches, but you only give bonuses to your old acquaintances. Isn't that nepotism and incompetence?"
"Ha, Xiaoyin is different. After all, she is an old employee when the Bayi store first opened. A store as big as Huashan is managed in an orderly manner by a little girl like her. The store is packed with customers, so she deserves a reward!"
Ning Xi squinted at him and said, "I remember someone once said that I have the final say on Qinghe's affairs, right?"
"Of course, but," Wen Liang suddenly took a step forward, pushed Ning Xi's legs apart, stood beside the table, then hugged her waist and pressed his lower body tightly against hers, rubbing them gently, and laughed softly, "Is it okay for me to use pillow talk to you?"
Ning Xi tried hard to endure the tingling pleasure brought by Wen Liang's invasion, and said stubbornly, "That depends on how well your pillow wind blows..."
"Okay, why not? A level 12 tornado will surely make you completely submissive and convinced..."
Ning Xi knew that if she continued like this, she would inevitably face another storm. This was her first time receiving grace, and her delicate and beautiful parts were still aching slightly. She really didn't dare to act rashly, so she quickly stretched out her hands to block Wen Liang's chest and begged for mercy, "Don't, I'm convinced. I was convinced last night!"
Since meeting Ning Xi, the two had fought overtly and covertly countless times. This might be the only time that made her completely admit defeat. Wen Liang deliberately said smugly: "Confucius said it well. If you can't convince a woman on the ground, you have to conquer her in bed. Ning Xi, Ning Xi, you have come to this day!"
Ning Xi picked up the cup of soy milk she had just drunk and passed it to Wen Liang's lips, saying angrily, "Can you please stop attributing those obscene words and tunes you created to the saints every time?"
Wen Liang laughed and drank some soy milk. The scene in front of him reminded him of a famous joke in later generations. He laughed and said, "Ning Xi, ask me a question, 'What am I to you?'"
Ning Xi tilted her head and asked in confusion, "Why are you asking this?"
"Ask, ask quickly."
"Oh... I am your what?"
Wen Liang looked at the soy milk cup with a straw and said affectionately, "You are my Qinghe soy milk!"
Ning Xi became more and more confused. She didn't understand why Wen Liang couldn't close his mouth after he said this. Remembering the loss he suffered last time at "Children's Qionglin", she asked cautiously, "Is there any allusion to this?"
Wen Liang pulled out the straw, then inserted it again, then pulled it out again, raising his eyebrows as if to say, Do you understand
This is a counterattack after the last teasing failed!
Ning Xi understood what this meant instantly, and finally couldn't resist the filthy thoughts of the wretched old man. She said angrily, "If you dare to tease me again, believe it or not, I will take off all my clothes and hold you in bed for the whole day?"
Men all like women to ask for more, but they are most afraid of women asking for more. Wen Liang, the bitch, immediately became cowardly and stuffed a piece of scallion pancake into Ning Xi's mouth. He said seriously, "Your head is full of obscene and pornographic thoughts all day long. How can you dare to ask for more when facing a 16-year-old boy like me who is as pure as a blank sheet of paper?"
Ning Xi was overjoyed and asked, "Can you be more shameless?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "Don't provoke me. I can't stand provocation..."
Ning Xi finally understood what it meant to speak out of turn. She turned her eyes and changed the subject, "Stop making a fuss and get down to business. Do you know where that Buddha came from?"
Wen Liang was surprised and asked, "I wanted to ask Minister An Bao about this last night, but I was in a hurry and forgot about it. You brought it up on purpose. Is there something wrong?"
"I asked someone to check it out. This Buddha seems to be of great importance. Have you heard the saying, 'Qingzhou is peaceful, Lingyang is mule, but it is better to have a Buddha in Guanshan'? It is said to be a famous saying in Taoism."
Wen Liang couldn't help but laugh and said, "Oh, it's really easy to say."
"Qingzhou An, it's naturally your right protector. Lingyang Mule, well, this nickname sounds disgusting to me. If you are interested, I'm afraid you have to go to Director Zuo in person. Lingyang is her territory, so I won't ask." When Ning Xi mentioned Zuo Yuxi, she wrinkled her nose playfully and smiled bitterly, "Let's get to the point. What is so special about this Buddha that you keep mentioning him? Is he someone very important?"
"Whether it's big or not depends on how you look at it! This man is the boss of Guanshan Baoji Trading Company. He deals in some electronic machinery, chemical raw materials and textile raw materials imported from the south. He also buys land and builds some houses. There are two large villas around Guanshan alone. They are not open to the public and are said to be extremely luxurious..."
Wen Liang was not surprised. He was still so arrogant after knowing his identity. He must be from a prominent family. However, these alone could not support the Buddha's toughness. After all, the people should not fight against the officials. A gangster and the boss of a private enterprise could not afford such a monstrous arrogance. He frowned and said, "These should not be enough for you. Is there something else going on behind the scenes?"
What Ning Xi admired most was Wen Liang's keen insight into opportunities. She said, "Yes, I also found it strange, so I found a friend and asked him to help me find out. Just now when you went out to buy breakfast, I received his call. Guess what this Buddha actually did to make his fortune?"
Wen Liang's mind raced, trading companies, electronic machinery, various raw materials, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he said, "Smuggling?"
Ning Xi was surprised and asked, "Did you check him out before? Otherwise, there is no way you could have guessed it right?"
The mid-1990s was the time when smuggling in the country was at its craziest. Countless people made huge profits from it, then laundered their wealth, escaped, changed careers, and transformed themselves into well-known entrepreneurs. Wen Liang was not a prophet, but he had read too many similar reports in later generations. When he heard about the trading company and the cooperation with the south, he immediately thought of this.
Wen Liang pondered over this information in his mind, but said with a smile: "You have friends all over the world, and you have powerful friends everywhere. Is this person a man or a woman? If it's a man, I will be jealous!"
"Of course he's a man. However," when Wen Liang looked at her fiercely, Ning Xi smiled sweetly and said, "He's my brother's friend. His daughter is almost as old as me. Why are you still jealous?"
Wen Liang said earnestly, "Ning Xi, girls need to be more careful. Don't let your guard down just because he's your uncle. What's wrong with being old? You're so old, but you've also eaten my tender grass, haven't you?"
Ning Xi covered her face, about to cry: "I knew that sooner or later you would despise me for being older than you..."
Wen Liang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Well, I don't know how much older my brother's mental age is than yours. You are just a little girl in my eyes. Besides, even if you pretend to cry, you have to have professional ethics. Can you hold back the smile on your lips?"
Ning Xi put down her hand, not even a trace of tears on her face, and smiled, "Guess he's smuggling or something?"
Wen Liang thought of Fasao, who was scolded by Xu Ting and was afraid of his own revenge, so he hurried to Guanshan to seek refuge with Master Fo. Wasn't it obvious that he was smuggling
"car?"
Ning Xi was really stunned this time. She looked at Wen Liang in disbelief and said, "Should I shout, 'Come out and see God?'"
Wen Liang tapped her forehead and said, "Smuggling is not a big deal. Why do you have to take it so seriously?"
Ning Xi sighed and said, "Have you ever thought about how a small-time thug could have gotten to where he is today? For example, if An Baoqing hadn't met you, he would still be nothing more than a small-time thug who can't even stand up to the public!"
(Parallel Lines has always had a very interesting phenomenon. Other urban novels have created a heroine that is not ambiguous for one or two million words. Readers will be reluctant to promote it unless they beg for it. When it is finally promoted, everyone feels very happy and then cheers in various ways. But is it really good to promote one or two in the first few million words, and one in each of the last few dozen chapters, or even several? In my opinion, promote it when the time is right, and basically promote the next one about 300,000 words after the last heroine who was promoted. This will not affect the overall progress, and there is no need to rush to the last minute. Although it is not easy to create a heroine, I also know that the one that is not promoted is the most attractive, but this book does not rely on ambiguity to drag the word count to earn subscriptions, so please forgive the dissatisfied students, and I will be very decisive when it is time to promote it later.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian. to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)