At the end of the topic, Li Ting stopped talking.
Based on Xu Jingxi's words, Li Ying couldn't figure out the reason for several days.
I can't imagine what kind of man he is, which makes the school beauty who has never been involved in worldly love often lose his mind.
Li Ting pulled the chair closer, placed Li Ying's body in front of her, and unbuttoned her clothes.
Check the wound.
"Where's the ointment? I'll help you apply it."
Li Ying took a plaster from the counter.
No name, black packaging, it looks like a fake medicine somewhere.
Xiao Li sent it, but she really asked. She didn't want to leave scars and wait in line at the hospital for too long.
Without pretending to be pretentious, since Xu Jingxi offered this kindness, she accepted it.
Li Ting looked at it, but she didn't recognize it, so she opened it and said, "Honestly, don't move." She looked for a cotton swab and carefully applied the medicine on her.
"Is the medicine spicy?"
Li Ying shook his head.
Li Ting tightened the lid and put the plaster in place: "I love to work hard." Thinking of something, she suddenly asked: "If you don't go home, why don't you meet that gentleman in order to stay in Beijing?"
The beauty smiled softly and quietly: "What are you thinking about?"
She looks really pretty, she looks pitiful when she smiles, and the clear mist in her eyes is so heart-melting.
Li Ting pinched her cheek and made some red marks. Li Ting felt a little pain in her heart and slowly retracted her hand.
"Get ready and go to bed. We'll go to school for a walk tomorrow."
Early March.
There was no news of Xu Jingxi's return to Beijing, and the group was silent.
Liang Wenye was probably busy and rarely raised topics, so no one complained in the group.
I talked about the part-time job at the gallery with Sister Zhang and only left the weekend. When Sister Zhang held a banquet to clean up, she always said that she was lucky that night because it was the Lantern Festival. She was so valued that the superiors called to strictly investigate the gallery. The department had to work overtime to thoroughly check the flow and make sure she was clean. Elute overnight.
By the way, school has started for 7 days.
Today is Monday.
In the sculpture class in the morning, Li Ying could only play with clay sculptures in the studio with his universal treasure box and hammer, rolling up his sleeves and "creeping" the huge wood.
I really fell in love with the sculpture class, but I didn’t really listen to the various sculptures the professor talked about.
In the afternoon, I took Li Ting to a theoretical class.
Li Ting put on her headphones and lay on the table: "It's another English lecture. I can't stand it. My hearing is not good."
Li Ying passed a copy of the notes on the tablet to Li Ting, and licked her newly tied ponytail with the pen.
The professor on the stage was full of knowledge.
Li Ying heard it, but it didn't enter his mind.
When the professor mentioned Harvard, he suddenly thought of a person.
He took out his cell phone from his windbreaker pocket and typed softly.
"The wound is almost healed. It's a magical medicine. Thank you Mr. Xu."
Private jet routes arrive over Singapore.
In the dining area, an 8K TV plays foreign romance movies.
The stewardess is serving Xu Jingxi’s meal.
The man was sitting in front of the pure white sofa, stirring the coffee but not drinking it.
He looks like a nobleman, but he doesn't have any arrogance, and his eyes are not too cold.
Even if his suit accidentally brushes against his body, he is not angry at all. He only smiles occasionally, and the inner side of his eyelids are slightly raised, which makes people mistakenly think that he is affectionate.
After thinking about it, he just seemed to be in a low mood, and he was someone not easy to mess with.
The stewardess asked cautiously, "Are you satisfied?"
Xu Jingxi put down the mixing spoon and smiled gently: "Tell me, should I be satisfied?"
When he looked up and looked into his eyes, the stewardess was startled, then smiled and got up from him: "Sorry, I'll give you a drink right now.
"No trouble." He changed his drink to a glass of ice water.
Suddenly, the stewardess pushed the dining car away.
Xu Jingxi took the phone from the table and moved it with his slender fingers to withdraw from airplane mode.
'Ding,'
Take a look at the WeChat records.
Li Ying's test scores, her paintings, her writings, the word "thank you" appears frequently.
He typed: "Aren't you going to class?"
A few seconds later, Li Ying said: "Go, but I miss you."
Xu Jingxi: "Listen to the lecture"
Like a parent.
He doesn't listen to women's sweet talk at all, but he can have a certain amount of leisure to make people happy.
Li Ying typed and then deleted.
Finally, reply to the emoji of a kitten tilting its head.
Sometimes I think that Xu Jingxi's tenderness is good and bad, but she is just a tonic in loneliness.
After all, what did he want her to give him?
Li Ting accidentally glanced at the record, leaned over and said in her ear: "Men are very realistic. They can throw themselves into someone's arms or beg for words. For them, the former is more interesting."
Li Ying tilted his face and said, "I slept in the same bed with him and nothing happened."
Li Ting held up her forehead: "Okay, then it must be that his needs are not in you, but other girls can provide them."
The voice of the foreign teacher on the stage suddenly became louder. Li Ying straightened her waist and sat up straight: "Listen carefully to the lecture."
Li Ting obediently turned on the computer: "He gave you the ecstasy soup."
Li Ying: "He is very nice to me sometimes, but, if you don't seek love from him, then you can live freely."
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same day.
Singapore Airlines, a red and white private jet landed at a dedicated venue, and there was no longer Liang Wenye next to Xu Jingxi.
Four p.m.
New Asia Financial Center is a cluster of high-rise buildings in Singapore's CBD.
On the top floor of the tallest building in Dahua Plaza, well-known business giants from home and abroad gathered. The meeting ended after half an hour.
Mr. Weng, who presided over the meeting, called the accountant and secretary and went behind the glass sea exhibit partition to meet Mr. Xu.
Xu Jingxi sat in the main seat on the sofa, his eyes slightly lowered, and the lines of incense flowing from the incense burner covered his handsome face.
He half lowered his neck and pushed the chessboard with his fingers from time to time, like a lonely idler.
No one played chess with him.
Mr. Weng nodded and looked back again and again: "Mr. Xu, the meeting is over."
Not long ago, this man moved 60,000 ether coins to the exchange. Unfortunately, after 4 days, the virtual currency position exploded to 2.3 billion.
Let’s just say he has a vicious vision and is prepared for things before they happen.
Furthermore, Mr. Weng handed the computer conference video to Xu Jingxi.
Sitting across from him was the newly appointed president of Black Stone Europe, Mr. Edm.
In authentic native English: "Sir, Black Stone Bank's cash reserves have increased to US$16.3 billion, including crypto assets and domestic cash reserves."
There are currently only three types of shareholders of Black Stone Bank. One is the capital of the country, the other is financial institutions. CITIC Capital is the largest financial institution investment shareholder, and the third is the Black Stone family.
The chess piece in his hand paused, Xu Jingxi did not watch the video of the transnational parliament on the computer, his eyes were slightly lowered, and the wrinkles of his double eyelids were tired, as if he had not slept well enough.
He asked leisurely: "How much can I use under CITIC's name?"
After many years of overseas study and exchange studies, he speaks English with a concise American accent, speaking at a cool pace, and his voice is extremely listenable.
Mr. Edm checked for a while: "3.6 billion U.S. dollars."
Xu Jingxi did not hesitate: "The money went through the exchange, and I bought BTC again with euros and continued to convert assets."
Edem nodded: "Okay sir."
US$3.6 billion was invested in BTC through a new round of fixed-rate funds, converted from Ether to BTC.
The point is, he is only 28 years old, Guijie, Yongya. It has assets worth hundreds of billions.
He was about to make a call, but before he could press the dial button, a WeChat message popped up at the top.
Li Ying: "Sir, get out of class is over."
Mr. Weng looked away.
