Lying on the bed, she took out another phone.
This phone was for exclusive use, only to send ssages, and she was the only one who knew about it.
Countless ssages, it was completely a screen-flooding pace.
"You brute, I’ve already finished all my radishes, not a single one left... wah wah wah, I really want so spicy beef..."
He wondered, what do radishes have to do with spicy beef?
"Look, so many people sent flowers... hey, your futures and stocks have been targeted by others..."
He looked at that pile of flowers, smiling angrily. This fool, daring to show off so brazenly.
"You brute, I miss you... the night before last, I dread of you... I dread you were making roast lamb chops for . After waking up, I really wanted them, so I went everywhere looking for so, and finally found a place, but it wasn’t tasty at all, nothing like the spicy flavor you make... ahh ahh ahh, I really want to eat them, and it must be made by you personally... brute, will you make so for co Christmas?"
"... brute, I won’t eat the lamb chops anymore, as long as you won’t overwork yourself... get so rest... rember, I really miss you..."
He looked at the long string of kiss emojis and chuckled.
"Silly girl, craving roast lamb chops?"
The reply ca imdiately: "Wow... brute, it’s been so long since you’ve sent a ssage. Have you been busy lately?"
"Not busy. I have half a day off tomorrow."
"That puts at ease."
"Silly girl, what are you doing?"
"I’m looking at exchange rates of various countries..."
"Any insights you’ve gleaned?"
"I’ve been wondering when the massive devaluation and inflation will co? Brute, what do you think?"
"The strategies the rent-seeking groups use to deal with national inflation have always been similar, essentially forcing the local currency to appreciate first, for example, US Dollar to RMB, from an initial: 10-8-6.8 to now... like stock market operators driving up prices to sell, first declaring a bull market with no ceiling, then a bear market with no floor. Every financial crisis has been like this; the process is always the sa, lifting up high to then shoot down, ultimately forming an ’inverted pyramid state’. The higher the lift, the harder the fall."
"You say they raise it up before suppressing it?"
"Exactly?
Yan Xixi was amused into laughter.
"Brute, if you weren’t so busy, I’d often seek advice from you."
He laughed heartily, yet was lost in reverie: at that ti, under the flowers and moonlight, discussing philosophy and ideals, sharing similar interests, the topics closely aligned... isn’t this what is ant by harmonious unity?
"Silly girl, why working so hard? Even stayed in during the weekend?"
"Hmph, a few handso guys asked out, I almost agreed..."
"You wouldn’t dare?"
She bead with joy: "It’s not that I don’t dare, but I don’t want to. Brute, you are better in every aspect than them, with you, how could I ever fancy them? Hehe, you are my idol, while they are just youngsters, compared to you, it’s no contest, they are completely weaklings, okay?... Brother Donglin, I only love you and won’t love anyone else again..."
Flattery! Absolute flattery!
However, he was overjoyed, feeling every part of his body, down to the pores, completely relaxed. The smile was thoroughly spreading around his eyes and brows.
Suddenly he wanted to hug that infuriating person, hard, once and for all.
Even his breath turned husky.
"Silly girl, send a picture... make sure it’s smooth... you know what I an..."
She giggled: "You wait."
"This ti don’t send any pictures of your feet, otherwise, I’ll spank you."
"I promise not to send feet..."
Yan Xixi’s eyes rolled, thinking about which part to send.
As her mind was wandering, the doorbell rang.
Ms. Liu went out grocery shopping, preparing to make a big weekend al, and she was ho alone, took her phone, slipped on her slippers, and went out, thinking it might be a bill or sothing.
The door opened, and there stood a person at the door, looking dusty from travel.
She was startled, nearly dropping her phone, stuttered: "You... why are you here?".
(Guess who ca?)
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