She became the white moonlight of the black lotus

bed time story?

Huo Xingyu told her a bedtime story?

Ning Xiangxiang narrowed his eyes, poked half of his head out of the quilt to look suspiciously at the woman in front of him.

Is this something she can do?

Was it stimulated by something?

Ning Xiangxiang looked at it probingly, if it wasn't for Huo Xingyu's seemingly normal appearance, she would really start to wonder if she had a mental problem.

Listening to the suggestion of this bedtime story, her thoughts of wanting to throw Huo Xingyu out instantly dissipated. Seeing the unnatural look on her face, all the anger in Ning Xiangxiang's heart disappeared. Dissipated, leaving only curiosity.

What kind of bedtime story can someone like Huo Xingyu tell?

She said curiously: "Then tell me, tell me, and I'll listen."

"Do you really want to listen?"

"real."

After getting this affirmative answer, Huo Xingyu turned his face even more unnaturally.

Where did she tell any stories to others? Ning Xiangxiang would not be interested in the books she liked to read, and might not understand them.

But looking at the girl half buried in the quilt in front of her, only showing a pair of beautiful eyes, the serious look on her face.

It was like waiting for me to fulfill my promise to her.

Huo Xingyu fell silent.

The "Investigation Report on the Principles of Love" dictated by Huo Qiyun didn't mention that you need to prepare a bedtime story when you fall in love.

This sudden surprise made her heart tense, and she looked at Ning Xiangxiang with a little panic.

Ning Xiangxiang looked at her expectantly.

At this moment when their eyes met, Huo Xingyu no longer had the mind to think about the beautiful atmosphere. After thinking about it, she cleared her throat and officially started her grand cause of sleeping:

"Then let me tell you a story about market failure and resource misallocation."

What's wrong?

What mismatch?

What kind of bedtime story is this? ?

Ning Xiangxiang was taken aback by the sudden name of the story composed of unfamiliar nouns, and looked at her dully.

In this brief silence, she suddenly couldn't tell whether she was lying on the bed or sitting in the classroom.

I could only hear Huo Xingyu's indifferent voice, which was even intentionally tinged with soft emotion, as if he was seriously trying to lull him to sleep.

"Classical finance believes that the market is controlled by an invisible hand. But in the real world, there are many factors in various aspects, and any unexpected small link may cause market failure and lead to resource misallocation..."

Huo Xingyu paused, imitating the storytellers in TV dramas, and lowered his voice:

"Like unsold milk and poor people who can't afford to eat."

"Uh..." Ning Xiangxiang looked at her with question marks all over his head.

"The hysteresis of the market makes it difficult to reduce production, and the transaction costs of production limit it. Even if capitalists want to give milk to the poor for free, it is difficult to do so. The sterilized transport packaging in the transaction process has a high price, and no one is willing. Pay, the milk can only be poured into the river." Seeing the confusion in her eyes, Huo Xingyu asked:

"Are you sleepy?"

"I, I." Ning Xiangxiang was shocked by this story for a moment, she was speechless and unable to respond to this question.

She wanted to say that she wasn't sleepy, but it seemed that Huo Xingyu had absolutely no experience in storytelling. Her blushing ear tips and unnatural turning of her head all indicated that this woman might be changing from a stock machine to a human being. If she was telling the truth , What should I do if I hit the child all at once, and become more indifferent and ruthless in the future?

But even if Ning Xiangxiang was asked to go against her conscience and say that the story was well told, she couldn't tell.

What kind of bedtime story is this?

Does anyone say that about bedtime stories? ?

Does listening to a story have to be so scientifically based now? ?

In this man-made silence, Huo Xingyu seemed to have quickly grasped her desire to sleep without being sleepy, stretched out his hand, and patted her on the back slowly, coaxing her to sleep: "Aren't you asleep? The story of solving market failure and resource misallocation envisioned by Engels”

During her brief silence, did Huo Xingyu's bedtime story go straight from classical finance to Marxism-Leninism? At the moment when she was stunned, Huo Xingyu's voice sounded faintly and coldly.

"The incompleteness of the market needs to be solved by the government. It first needs to be forward-looking, and second, it needs strong financial guarantees to subsidize transaction costs and production costs, because..."

"Uh..." Ning Xiangxiang listened to the first half in silence, and couldn't help but interrupted: "Is there any other story? The one that has nothing to do with business or finance."

Facing Ning Xiangxiang's objection.

Just as Huo Xingyu was about to talk about other stories, he recalled the careful teaching of that professor-level emotional expert who had lived among thousands of flowers and never touched his body.

She read Huo Qiyun's love teaching privately published for her, and she read it very carefully, and it was quite effective in applying it.

Just like.

Perfume is essential when going out to see her.

If you usually use light fragrance, use strong fragrance at this moment when you go to see her.

Let her know that I am here for her.

What a different meaning!

Another example is Huo Qiyun's repeated emphasis on appropriate toughness.

【You are the active party, although most of the time you have to follow the girl, but occasionally, you have to stand firm.do you know?Do the domineering president understand?You are Mr. Huo.You must come up with the momentum of saying what you say! 】

Although Huo Xingyu hadn't practiced this kind of timely toughness in her relationship, she knew it very well in other places.

In business, this is called diminishing marginal utility. Excessive satisfaction with external stimuli will only reduce the excitement of the stimulus, which has great reference value for understanding consumers' consumption behavior.

Putting it on Ning Xiangxiang, it becomes impossible to just go along blindly. When the braking point is reached, it will be a downhill road if you continue.

She recalled Huo Qiyun's complacency.

Quan hugged Ning Xiangxiang's hand, and slowly opened it behind Ning Xiangxiang, only to see that her palm was filled with small words with black water-based pen.

This is her cheat sheet, Huo Qiyun's meticulously summed up quotations from the boss.

She was silent for a while, prepared her psychological construction and prediction, opened her mouth and read according to the words on her palm: "No, I don't want you to think, I want me to think."

Before dawn in the morning, with the self-consciousness of a female star, Huo Qiyun sat up from the sofa with her messy hair and squinted her eyes as soon as she turned over.

After a while, Huo's will launch a new film project, which is a police and gangster martial arts film that has been piled up with high investment.

As the pre-appointed heroine, she still bears the pressure from Huo Xingyu to terminate the contract from time to time. Huo Qiyun has to go for an early run every day, plus drinking eggs. She has lived this kind of life for two months.

The arm, which was originally soft when pinched, has gradually begun to carve out tight lines.

She tidied herself up in a hurry, shook her red hair tied behind her head, and ran around the lake all the way.

In this piece of artificial and natural scenery, she didn't have the heart to appreciate it, and all she thought about was another thing.

Huo Qiyun has always admitted her gossip personality.

Apart from spending money, she usually doesn't have any hobbies, she just likes to eat melons and read the news in the circle.

Because I am too keen on reading gossip news, I bought a new mobile phone and got a small account to prevent myself from wrongly clicking likes.

Every time the sisters get together, she is always at the forefront of gossip. If she hadn't already become a actress, she felt that the most suitable career for her would be paparazzi or editor-in-chief of gossip weekly.

Last night, the hot search with Huo Xingyu's name exploded quickly after she witnessed it with her own eyes.

After this topic blew up, when I refreshed my Weibo, it was full of messages about this matter.

Looking at this trending search, Huo Qiyun was confused.

How can you chase after others and give them negative comments like praise?

She wanted to ask for clarification, and also thought about how to help remedy it, so she sat in the living room and waited while playing games.

She got four stars in the game and slept on the sofa all night. Instead of seeing Huo Xingyu, she waited for her second uncle's WeChat message;

[Yang Pei: Has Xingyu been dumped? 】

Looking at this second uncle who was racing with her on the road of gossip, she has no time to pay attention to it now.

She realized a more inexplicable problem, her cousin disappeared at night.

As a relative, Huo Qiyun had a comprehensive understanding of her.

Huo Xingyu seemed bored, but in reality he was even more so.

Huo Xingyu is the kind of woman who doesn't arouse any interest in other things besides work and making money, and who can go to bed at 10:30 on weekdays.

What could make her go out all night?

While running, Huo Qiyun was thinking about Yang Pei's text message in her mind.

A guess came to mind.

will it

Could it be lovelorn?

Could it be that the little girl named Ning Xiangxiang ruthlessly rejected her, and then Huo Xingyu became annoyed and gave her negative compliments, and then got heartbroken and hung out drunk on the street?

The more she thought about it, the more flustered she felt, and just as she was considering whether to go back the same way, she saw two people walking towards each other from a distance.

She recognized the smiling person in the wheelchair from a distance.

It's that hypocritical smiling tiger.

She stiffened her neck and raised her head just as she was about to run away.

Moving his gaze back from Deng Yanxin, he could clearly see the noble lady walking with her neck held high and her body full of posture.

Huo Huai?

What is her mother doing here?

How did you come with the hypocritical smiling tiger?

Looking at Huo Huai's trembling with laughter from a distance, it was obvious that he was coaxed into a daze by Deng Yanxin.

Huo Qiyun's footsteps abruptly changed the trend of wanting to leave in the opposite direction.

Seeing that lady and Deng Yanxin looked familiar, she cursed inwardly, walked over submissively on her legs, lowered her head to the lady and asked, "Mom, why are you here?"

There were endless doubts on Huo Qiyun's face. Before she could ask, Huo Huai's voice trembled, and the sharp words fell into her ears:

"You still have the mind to exercise here? Your cousin is about to be bewitched!"

Gu?

It's fine if Huo Xingyu doesn't play tricks on others, who has the guts to punish her?

Huo Qiyun listened blankly to this scolding that was both scolding and fantasy. Before she could turn around, Huo Huai asked again with her arms crossed:

"Where's Ning Xiangxiang? Where is it?"