Chapter 15: A Familiar Feeling
Reach out and pull her arms apart, then turn around.
There was still no temperature in those eyes, so he only reached out and stroked her cheek, then walked to the closet and opened the door, grabbed a velvet nightgown and put it on, and turned to leave.
The beauty sat on the bed, full of loss and loneliness enveloping her body. Although there was heating in the room, the residual temperature after the passion had gradually cooled, and after leaving his body, she felt her body begin to tremble a little, empty.
She loves him so much, she loves him to the bone, and she loves him to the blood. Love is always longing for his body temperature, even if it's just a hug, a look that can bring some warmth.
The eyes slowly lifted, overflowing with tears, in the dark room, grief flashed.
Beauty puts her clothes on. The beautiful feet put on a pair of delicate high-heeled slippers, followed Qiao Yimo's footsteps, and cautiously walked out of the room.
The rain has been falling, and it is indeed rare for such a heavy rain in early spring.
Although it was only past noon, it was dark outside. There are no lights in the villa, and the whole house is dark, but there is another kind of quietness, the silence of the sound of dripping rain.
Qiao Yimo was sitting on a flannel sofa in the side hall, drinking XO alone.
I held the phone in my hand for a while, as if I was hesitating about something, and finally, I pressed the button.
"John, check someone for me. Focus on her two years from the age of 8 to 9."
The other party didn't know what to say, but saw Qiao Yimo softly "En", "I'll let someone send you information!" β
Hang up the phone.
Qiao Yimo couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and a little excited, looking forward to it.
Could it be her? Could it be her?
Maybe she's moved, maybe she's changed her name. That's why he couldn't find her. Is this possible?
Originally, the search for her had given up, and he just wanted to treasure the past in the depths of his heart as his purest and most beautiful memories.
You can also find the direction of the circuit when he feels lost, and find some humanity that can warm his heart.
This cute little angel who keeps him hidden in the bottom of his heart.
What will she be like when she grows up? Is she married? Is she still in Minato? Does she remember him?
Qiao Yimo rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little messy.
He couldn't figure it out, why did Xia Zimeng, who met in Pingshui, make him feel familiar?
"Yimo," the beauty approached at some point, leaning against the pure wood background wall at the back of the sofa, and pressed the chandelier in the side hall.
There are many small photos hanging on the wall, black and white frames, European style photo paintings.
Qiao Yimo turned his head sideways, and the little expectation that ignited in his eyes just now has now returned to calm.
In the inky eyes, there is no bottom.
He smiled and motioned for her to come and sit down!
At this time, a man walked in outside the door, and I saw him put away his umbrella, shake a few drops of rain on his body, and walked over unhurriedly.
Seeing the beauty there, there was some surprise, showing snow-white neat teeth and greeting with a smile,
βHeyοΌVivianγ I haven't seen you in a while, when will you come? β
The beauty's name is Vivian.
I saw her smile, "Stef, in Greater China, I speak Chinese, and when I follow the customs, I will be slightly safe." He got up and hugged Steve, and sat back next to Qiao Yimo.
Steve touched his bald head, it was so beautiful that he was a little dizzy, "Good, good." β
"Didn't you say that there was nothing to do today, so you don't have to come over?!" Qiao Yimo took a sip of wine, leaned back on the sofa, and looked at Steve.
"Boss, there's just something! Good news! Steve sat down on the sidelines,
"I received confidential information that the Brothers Grimm subprime mortgage crisis is serious, and it is estimated that it will not last for half a year." (Actually, the author wants to write directly: Lehman Brothers!) Huh)
Steve poured himself a glass of wine,
"Several giants with inside information have begun to reduce their stakes, and they are selling their stocks and bonds in an orderly manner. There was no big move, waiting for them to retreat safely and throw the mess to the people and the government. β
Qiao Yimo pursed the corners of his lips and put down the wine glass. Lowering his eyes, he didn't look at anyone, not knowing what he was thinking at the moment.
Steve on the side looked at the clever boss in front of him with admiration, and he had calculated half a year ago that Green would soon go bankrupt and liquidate and go bankrupt.
It's just that at the same time, I feel that this economy is about to have a big ebb and flow.
There was silence in the room for a while.
"Steve," Qiao Yimo's calm and decisive voice suddenly came, "You go back to the United States first and find Rian." β
Steve looked dazed.
"I'm going to make a bet with Medus!"
Hearing this, Steve was even more confused. Basically, all the boss's predictions have been fulfilled, so what's the bet on?
Qiao Yimo's gloomy eyes looked at him,
"Surely Medders doesn't know what you just said, right? They're bitter enemies. β
Steve nodded, shook his head again, and then simply replied in words, "He doesn't know." β
"Hmph, their behavior is so shameful. On the one hand, they sell subordinated debt to customers, let customers carry the mess, and finally let the government clean up the mess." The evil smile was a little contemptuous.
The Jewish Consortium has a credo:
Money has no homeland, financiers don't know what patriotism and nobility are, their only purpose is to make a profit!
"I took advantage of this opportunity to make a bet with Medus. Buy short.β Instead of letting that group of Jews suck their blood dry, why don't I go and earn a vote? Qiao Yimo's eyes at this moment showed a terrifying edge, and he was full of the aura of killing.
In Weiwei'an's eyes, this is a rather fatal attraction.
"When I got back to the U.S. and met Ryan, I asked him to give me a detailed financial report. Remember, you can't communicate by phone, email, etc., you have to be face-to-face. Also, find a time to pretend to be a customer and go to Green to touch their hole cards, and I'll be back to the United States next week. We'll meet up then. β
Steve understood what the boss meant, and nodded quietly.
Qiao Yimo's handsome face, which can always confuse people's souls, evokes an unfathomable smile.
Wei Wei gently picked up the wine bottle and poured wine into his wine glass.
The crystal clear goblet stood quietly on the table, like an elegant lady, playing with style; The crisp sound of the wine sliding into the wine glass added a little bourgeoisie to the silence of the room!