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“Give me a kiss, can you?

Kiss on my face and leave a record of love;

Give me a kiss, can you?

Kissing in my heart makes me miss you..."

When Fang Sheng found Ye Yun in the woods on the road at the end of Gaoke Road, she was wearing a loose and soft nightgown half lying in the back of the car. The old song adapted from the English song "Sevenlonelydays" was echoed in the car. "Give Me a Kiss".

Seeing her charming appearance, Fang Sheng hesitated and pulled the car door and didn't dare to go in.

Ye Yun chuckled: "What are you afraid of? You're not asking you to enter the bridal chamber." As she said that, she didn't wear socks, her white and tender feet raised on his arm. Fang Sheng felt a cleverness and just pulled him to the seat. Then, her white and tender feet raised lightly and actually closed the car door.

Her feet are more flexible than her hands.

Fang Sheng had just sat down and had no time to speak, but she had already entered his arms like a slippery little fish, and hugged his neck without saying a word and gave him a sweet kiss!

Her kissing skills were probably the best of all girls he met. It seemed to have a strong suction vortex, dragging him into the endless abyss, and then sinking, and then sinking again...

Her fragrant tongue was tugging with him skillfully, stirring and teasing. Before he knew it, his hand reached into the hem of her nightgown, and it was full of vacuum inside!

Her skin was smooth but elastic, and the tension contained the explosive force that was about to burst out. His fingers couldn't help but wander down, passing through his lower abdomen, touching the deep edge...

"There is only one kiss..."

She put it in his ear and exhaled like orchids, then suddenly broke free and turned around on the wide seat. She miraculously had a windbreaker outside her nightgown, and said with a smile:

"Your promise has been fulfilled, and I should change my clothes and go to the city. There will be a period of time later!"

After Fang Sheng got off the car, the car passed by and galloped along Gaoke Road.

"Hmph, this girl!"

He didn't know what to say for a moment. He was originally passive, but was so funny that he couldn't stop when he wanted to take action, but he forced himself to interrupt. If it was her strategy, then this kind of control and wrist would really reach the level of perfection.

It was only 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and I was no longer interested in returning to the office, so it was too early to go home. I guess Zhao Yaoyao was working on a lot of data. Fang Sheng was strolling on the wasteland, and Bai Ling, who was stuck in his body, made him feel a splitting headache, and Ye Yun, who wanted to greet but refused...

After walking for more than a thousand meters, I looked up and saw the Fengslope. Jingshan Temple was located on the southern foot of the hillside with the best Fengshui. After coordination with Fang Sheng and the Religious Bureau, Mitsui Temple moved to the east side of the hillside, forming a horn from Jingshan Temple, several hundred meters apart.

Nowadays, machines are roaring under the hillside, just like a huge construction site: the main hall of Jingshan Temple, Zixia Hall, Laiji Hall and other restoration projects have been started; the road widening project between Jingshan Temple and Fumin Bridge is underway; the new site of Mitsui Temple has also begun one-to-one reconstruction.

Fang Sheng didn't want to alarm the construction workers, so he walked around the back of the hillside. Halfway through the walk, he saw someone sitting on the stone by the Jiangye River not far away. He held the book in his hand and read it with concentration. The corners of his pants were rolled to his knees, and his slender calves were soaked in the water, which was so cute.

After getting closer, I couldn't help laughing: It turned out to be Mitsui Ah Huiming!

"Master Huiming is studying Buddhist scriptures?" Fang Sheng suddenly said when he was four or five meters away from her.

"Ah!"

Huiming was shocked, hid the book in her hand in a hurry, and said in a panic, "What are you doing here? I'm scared!"

Fang Sheng said seriously: "There is a problem with the title of this sentence just now. It should be said, 'What is the price for donors? I scared the Porn Ni's a sudden jump'."

"I am still a student, and I have not received any precepts and scalding. I am not considered a formal Buddhist disciple." She said angrily.

"Hey, it seems to be resentful?" Fang Sheng glanced at the book hiding behind her but a corner was exposed. "Structural Mechanics...Aren't you a change department? You are also a book about architecture?"

"Architectural is my elective major and I am ready to get a double degree."

"Since you can't give up architecture, why don't you regard Buddhism as an elective major? What's the difference?" Fang Sheng asked.

Huiming sighed deeply, then sat down on the stone, holding his cheeks with both hands and watching the sunset. Fang Sheng also jumped up and sat side by side with her.

"You are a good person," she said, "I said that because you are the county magistrate, but... you are really good."

“Give me a compliment.”

"I have never told anyone about my business. You are the first one. But it's nothing, it's just a very old-fashioned and ridiculous story. When I was six years old, my parents divorced. One remarried to another place, and the other worked outside for many years. My grandmother raised me to university. Later, my grandmother got cancer and had a dream one night, saying that someone would go to the temple to atone for her to make her atone for her so that she could turn her danger into safety..."

"Hey, you are a college student, do you believe this stupid statement?"

"I don't believe it, but my grandma believes it, so I can only..."

"Three years have passed, are your grandma still there?" Fang Sheng asked teasingly.

"There are no symptoms of cancer in the last year's examination."

"Ah, this..."

Huiming smiled slightly: "There are many things in the world that cannot be explained by science, right? But the architecture I chose has no other choice than to believe in science, which is ironic."

"I think you...ah, you shouldn't live your whole life in a nunnery..."

Unexpectedly, she actually agreed: "Yes, I have been thinking seriously these days."

Fang Sheng looked at her in confusion.

"It turns out that I always thought that Buddhism was a pure land that transcends the world, but the relocation of Mitsui Temple made me realize that if I don't go out bravely, even my living conditions cannot be improved, how can I save the suffering? Also, I went to the main palace, the Religious Bureau, the Demolition Office, and the Jingshan Temple. After finally finalizing the relocation plan, the several masters of Mitsui Temple began to neglect me, blaming me for not devoted myself to practicing, not following the rules, chanting incense and tribute to Buddha, not like a real monk, and threatening not to sign and stamp my internship report..."

"You are a hero, why do they repay their kindness with grudges?" Fang Sheng asked in confusion.

"I was also confused at first, but later the meat seller next to Mitsui Temple told me that you were so popular. Everyone from the county magistrate to the director knows you. The masters are afraid that you will be the host! What a joke. I am a student of Bihai Cai and Buddha Academy. I have that diploma and choose the famous mountain temple at will, and I still like this little Mitsui Temple? They may not be too respectful to themselves, and they also look down on me Huiming too much!"

Fang Sheng smiled and said, "The meat seller has seen through it, but those who have been chanting Buddhist scriptures for decades cannot understand it. It's ridiculous, ridiculous!"

"So I thought, Mitsui An was just like this, what would happen if he went to the famous mountain temple? I'm afraid the open and secret battles are even more powerful, right?"

"Thinking like this is pragmatic. Little girl, there are rivers and lakes where there are people. How can people not be beaten by others when they are wandering in the rivers and lakes? Enter society bravely, there is no real pure land in this world."

"I'll think about it again, think about it again..."

Huiming fell into deep thought. At this time, two little fish in the water swam around her white feet. The scene immediately reminded Fang Sheng of the passionate moment in the car just now, and he was also stunned.

In the evening, Zhao Yaoyao told Fang Sheng a secret that he had just learned: Wu Yuming used a pseudonym to trade stocks!

Although Zhao Yaoyao kept an extremely low-key and used accounts that were actually controlled by Fang Sheng's names, but after a long time, people in the circle naturally noticed it. After secret contact and communication, the stock trading group was filled with traders and speculators with a net worth of over 100 million. They exchanged stock trading experiences, and sometimes a few, dozens or even dozens of people joined forces to make a stock and formulated strict tactics. Each person traded according to the steps, either washed the market, traded, bought the market, bought the market, or bought the market, or smashed the market, and the money earned was divided according to the prior agreement. Since everyone is rich, he also fell in the unspoken rules of the securities industry. Although they do not know each other's background and true identity, they can basically abide by their trust and fulfill their contracts.

Zhao Yaoyao's main trend is fundamentally different from the basic ideas and investment concepts of these technical schools, but occasionally he also says a few words in the group, commenting on a certain stock, etc. Experts can tell if there is any at once. The group is full of old people who are mixed with elites, and of course they can see their level. Therefore, although Zhao Yaoyao is a latecomer, he was quickly praised as a great god-level figure.

In such a group, the higher the level, the easier it is to be trusted and can obtain a lot of information that ordinary people don’t know. Recently, several Wuxiang speculators have secretly told her that the mayor also speculate in stocks and has a lot of wealth!

According to them, Wu Yuming is a senior speculator. He was involved in Kyoto, but later he worked in the local area and never interrupted his position. He could use about six or seven million yuan in his hands, scattered in five accounts. It turned out that the securities company he opened when he was in Northwest had no business department in Shuangjiang. In desperation, he had to secretly instruct his confidant to find several ID cards to go to the bank, the securities business department to open an account, and then make connections, and then gradually transfer the funds to the account and re-operate.

Wu Yuming often gets a lot of important information, important decisions and insider information in the Kyoto circle in advance, so his operation frequency is not high, but he always takes extremely fierce actions, dares to add two or three times the leverage, and he also gets a lot of profits.

"I remember there are regulations that civil servants are not allowed to trade stocks. Should they expose him?" Zhao Yaoyao asked.

Fang Sheng thought for a while and said, "Don't move for the time being, collect more evidence. Although there is this rule above, it is actually a common phenomenon for civil servants to trade stocks. It is not surprising that if he can be brought down based on this crime, the Wu family should not be in Kyoto."

"That's right, but...hey, with the Wu family's financial resources, he has millions of dollars to play stocks."

This sentence made Fang Shengxin move slightly. After thinking for a long time, he still felt that Fei Yue was the main opponent. Although Wu Yuming hated it, he was far away in Wuxiang and there was no head-on confrontation between the two sides at present.

"These Wuxiang speculators are 80% related to him. If you keep in touch, you will definitely be able to use it in the future."

Fang Sheng took care of him, and Zhao Yaoyao naturally did what he said.

That night, Cai Huaiyu and Director Ma called him about the same time, saying that the number of casualties that was set for as of 9:00 p.m. was "two deaths and four injuries, including three seriously injured."

Fang Sheng refused to comment and said you should report it first and verify it tomorrow morning.
Chapter completed!