Feet are placed where they can be warmed.

Fragile 76

Song Qie is not sure if he is a blessing in disguise or not, he told his boss Mr. Shi about his right hand, and he was even allowed to rest at home, letting him take the time to maintain relations with Coventry's investors, and letting Mr. Shen go to the investor meeting next Tuesday for him.

Shen is the top analyst at Red Feather Capital, and he really didn't expect to handle the work for himself.

My boss is very interested in Cowen Pharmaceuticals, after all, pharmaceuticals and biotechnology ranked first in last year's distribution of financing by industry.

That is to say, the industry with the largest amount of financing, Cowen Pharmaceuticals is in a hot minute, and then the Pearl Group capital leverage to support, this win-win situation will make the capitalists can't stop talking about it.

This short-selling event is like a joke played by a clown, not touching Cowen Pharmaceuticals, but pushing Cowen Pharmaceuticals into the limelight.

The speed of emergency response to a short-selling case, the decisive decision to apply for a suspension of trading, and the shortest possible time to allow the most influential media to enter the factory to check the pharmaceutical environment, and to use the power of the media to promote the incident, and to move from a passive to a proactive approach, and then to file a lawsuit.

Arguably, this is a very worthwhile strategy to learn when faced with malicious shorting.

The premise is that there is no financial fraud in the own company, which is the strongest supporting evidence.

So on Tuesday morning, trading resumed at Cowen Pharmaceuticals.

Just a morning, rose more than 180%, in the overall low U.S. stocks is like a dark horse out of the blue, suspended for two weeks, so that has been supporting investors can not close their mouths, while the wind blew on the leeks, has begun to cry.

The name Patrick Lu Beihuai is once again in the spotlight in a short-selling case.

This time it's no longer about shorting other companies, it's about beating the short-sellers.

With the strength to prove the innocence of can be strong self-evidence, have the ability to clear under the cleaner self-cleaning is too aggravating, or fast and clear to the pain and dripping.

He was even swarmed by journalists and media at a reception.

In the financial world, Chinese faces who are articulate, good at strategy and handsome are somewhat more likely to be in the media spotlight.

The face, after all, will always be the first thing touched in the range of human vision.

The good looking ones do have a bit of a benefit.

......

"Tsk."

In front of the one hundred and eighty-degree floor-to-ceiling windows that embraced the ultimate night view, the young man sitting on the sofa was dressed in loose loungewear, half leaning back on the huge pillows that softly supported his waist.

He held the tablet in his left hand on his waist and stomach, his right hand, which had already had the gauze removed and still had the reddened marks of the burns, sliding the page with his less painful fingers, swiping as he did so, his clear, handsome brow already furrowed to the point where it could have caught a fly.

In particular, media reports posted photos on the platform featuring a number of beautiful women standing next to Lu Beihuai.

It's pretty racy.

Song Qie tossed the tablet aside with no small amount of force, and it innocently bounced a few times as it was tossed off the couch, with a strength that could be seen as unhappy.

He also promised Lu Beihuai that he would come to his apartment, which was so ridiculously large that it was too quiet when he was alone, and it wasn't like when Lu Beihuai was at home and the man's voice was in his ears.

He stood up, tarted up his slippers, and went upstairs to bed to forget about it.

I should have known better than to take a vacation. Vacations can be so boring.

There was a 'drop' and the door opened.

Song Qie was about to go upstairs when she heard the door open and turned her head to see Lu Beihuai walk in and close the door behind him.

"I'm back."

The man had just come from a reception and was still wearing the same meticulous black shirt he'd worn when he'd gone out, his face as usual.

As if sensing something, he leaned in close to have a whiff of alcohol, not strong, but tainted, "You drink-"

He had just put his arms up, and before he could speak, he was suddenly taken into his arms, and the hot, unusual body heat made him freeze.

Before he could speak, his ear was kissed.

"Baby."

The low, dark voice sounded like it was on fire, and the intensity of the embrace seemed like it could be mingling.

"What to do, someone drugged me."

Song Qie was in a daze, hugging this man on top of her who was as heavy as a mountain.

...... down and drugging?

The original storyline did include drugging, but how come the person who was drugged became Lu Beihuai himself.

"Song Qie."

Song Qie felt the head buried in the neck fell hot breath, against the skin when some burning, he a little bit can not hold this person, arms can only laboriously support, straining so much that his cheeks shivered: "...... What's wrong with you, drinking to the point is not good? "

Think about pulling Lu Beihuai over to the couch and sitting down.

"Baby, I'm sorry."

Song Qie listened to this voice next to her ear, her voice was deep and muffled, and she didn't really smell like alcohol, but she could smell it.

He sensed that something was wrong and looked up at Lu Beihuai, seeing that his eyes were a little red and wondering if it was because of the difficulty, he was a little skeptical: "Did someone else drug you?"

Thought the man was rambling.

"I used to be something else." Lu Beihuai's arms wrapped tightly around the thin body in his arms, and the churning roll that surged up to his abdomen was moving upward a little, trying to invade his sanity and make him fall, "I'm the one who made you suffer."

Song Qie barely managed to catch her breath from being held so hard, slapping her hand on the back of his and choking out a couple coughs, "You just realized."

As the words fell out of his mouth, weightlessness hit him and he was picked up in a horizontal hug.

"Lu Beihuai!"

With a gasp of surprise, he was carried to the couch by Lu Beihuai, and as soon as he sat down on the hard thighs, he felt more than just the hardness of his leg muscles; the moment his waist and belly were pressed together, he caught the scent of danger.

As if realizing something.

With a freckle and a pestle.

It's not right.

At this point the two were sitting on the couch in an ambiguous position, facing each other, their eyes burned relative to each other and their breathing was slightly shortened.

Song Qie was made to sit still by the look and avoided the burning eyes, "....... Lu Beihuai, why don't you go take a cold bath with some ice to calm down."

"Baby, you're aggravated."

Lu Beihuai took Song Qie into his arms as if he were a child, gently patting his back, then stroking the back of his neck, the thin calluses tickling his skin.

Song Qie felt the itch to hide, but where could he hide.

"How could I have bullied you before, you're obviously so small that you turn red when you pinch, now that I think about it I'm such a bad person."

Song Qie was mortified by Lu Beihuai's slimy and slightly drunken state, and inclined her head to try to avoid his hand, "Don't mess with me, who drugged you?"

This guy still uses drugs?

It's a walking .... in front of him

"I ate it myself."

Song Qie : "......" He didn't hold back and pinched Lu Beihuai's face, "What the hell have you been thinking about all day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Lu Beihuai gripped this hand that pinched his face, inclined his head, and kissed his wrist, fine and dense kisses falling repeatedly on his wrist as if he were kissing a precious treasure.

One after another, trying to leave something behind.

This handsome indifferent face under the gold glasses, under the cold lenses, along with kissing the wrist posture raised his eyes, and when he met this look, slightly drunk under the eyebrows and eyes through the misty, no smile look all feel that this man is so sexy that he is intentionally seducing.

"Thinking of you."

Song Qie's fingertips trembled lightly as she felt her kissed left hand go numb and tried to pull back.

"I want to punish myself tonight." Lu Beihuai reluctantly left the slender wrist and lowered his head, his hot spit landing on the white skin on the side of his neck, "Punish me for all the things I've done to you before, for purposely making you cry, for purposely upsetting you, for purposely making you beg for me again when you had a seizure by watching you be uncomfortable, and you're going to punish me for being such a bad seed."

"...... Sh, what?"

Song Qie asked, feeling a fine light kiss fall on her neck, her body couldn't help but tremble, causing a tingling wariness, her heart rising with anticipation, her breathing rate gradually becoming deeper.

"You should feel it, but you don't have to pay attention to me, you just hang me out to dry, you can criticize me for what I did before because I haven't properly apologized to you yet, I'm so bad, I made you feel bad inside before didn't I?" Lu Beihuai held the ankle that was placed in his hand, so thin and white that he could hold it in one hand, "I took the medicine, so I may have to relieve myself, even if I want to, but I still have to ask your permission."

Song Qie was kissed here and there by Lu Beihuai, so much so that he felt his back was sweating and hot: "What do you want to say, do you want to do?"

"No, how dare I if you don't agree." Lu Beihuai looks like a serious guy, a decent man, "Even if you want to again, you can't."

"Then put me down." Song Qie didn't know what the man was going to do, and he listened now, glancing down at the ankle still holding his own, "Why are you touching me if you don't want to?"

"I did wrong before and now I want you to criticize me." Lu Beihuai said.

He was being destroyed a little bit by the heat, but he was afraid of scaring Song Qie, knowing that the man's body might not be able to withstand it.

"How to criticize?" Song Qie saw him like this and patted his lips with the back of her hand, "Still trying to fall in love, you should mind your own business, everywhere."

Having said that, he deliberately pressed it down.

Ben thought about torture.

Who knew that a low, laughing voice was ringing in his ears, a voice that was sexy as hell.

Song Qie silently withdrew his hand, no, he's going to let this guy get the best of him.

Just then, his waist was suddenly gripped, and then he was placed on the couch himself, leaning back against the soft indentation of the giant pillow, and he saw Lu Beihuai sit down in the small, stepped-up chair next to the couch, and take hold of his ankles and place them on his knees.

He laughed at the situation, "Don't think that a massage will help, since you brought up the past on your own, I'm going to count it with you, and if you're not sincere enough, I won't agree to you after the relationship attempt."

Not long after, the feet changed places.

Through the finely textured texture of the suit pants, the soft soles of your feet will feel slightly rubbed, not to mention placed.

"You can step on me." Lu Beihuai sits on a small stool, gazing upward, his handsome, slightly drunken-looking eyes infatuated, and makes light of his behavior, "Baby, you step on me."

Song Qie tried to take back his foot, but it was held tightly, really annoyed with the man's preference to wobble, and couldn't bear to raise his foot to stomp on his shoulder.

There's a saying about 'stomping on your nose'.

Lu Beihuai is.

His hand once again wrapped around this small white foot that kicked his shoulder, holding the ankle in his palm, not feeling much pain from being kicked in the shoulder a little bit, but instead kissing the center of this foot with a heartfelt kiss.

"Lu Beihuai!!!" Song Qie felt like she was about to explode, her cheeks instantly reddened, the tips of her ears red and dripping with blood, so furious that she kicked him directly in the face, "I realized that you're really stomping on your nose, why do you people like to be scolded so much?"

"I'll listen if you scold me." Lu Beihuai followed his wishes, holding this slightly cold foot and placing it in a position where it could be warmed, "Why is your foot so cold, let me warm it up for you, okay?"

The center of the foot is placed where it can be warmed.

Even holding the ankles and running them over the top.

Not a single person spoke, only breathing was heard.

Song Qie has never seen such a character, he is patient and paranoid, jealous and vindictive, but he is quick to admit his mistakes, and he can hurt and torment people.

He felt that the soles of his feet were rubbed hot, and wondered if it was the quality of the suit, which was supposed to be waterproof if it was well made.

"Beihuai."

"Uh-huh." Lu Beihuai's forehead was sweating, crushed and tortured, and he raised his eyes to Song Qie.

Song Qie bends down and reaches out with her left hand to brush the sweat off the tip of his nose and looks down, sweeping over the darker colored piece when, "What's going on with you."

Lu Beihuai enjoyed Song Qie's look, "Did I do something wrong again?"

"Well, it shouldn't be wet."

Just this one sentence.

Someone's brain's cranium was just about to explode with all the fantasies it had filled with restrained and hidden emotions.