Yan Qingtang, life creed: How can a man make money?
In order to write about the villain boss, she picked up the poor boy next door who was "thin to the point of STD" overnight, fed him and clothed him, and only used him as a mobile material library.
The young man was well-behaved, obedient, and excellent in both morals and academics. She thought she had earned a fortune until her eighteenth birthday——
The young man held her in his arms with his backhand and said in a low voice: "Sister, I've hit the daily limit, can I buy you now?"
Only then did she realize that what she was raising was not a puppy, but a crazy wolf covered in financial reports.
He wanted to make her lonely, and she wanted to escape in T+0.
Later, the real daughter lost her horse, the capital market was bloodbathed, hot searches exploded, and the entire network was waiting for the villain to overturn.
But I saw the youngest boss handing over all his assets live and kneeling on one knee:
"Tangtang, don't run away, just leave me alone, I won't go to hell."
She is his white moonlight and his black swan;
He is her demon and her destination.
——"Hell is too cold. I'll burn the money and light you up too."
