The reason why he didn't make a sound was because Fan Qingyu was already familiar with Bian Xuedao's style.

The less she calls her, the more she can inspire Bian Xuedao’s desire to conquer, and then she will naturally change her posture, which is equivalent to giving her the opportunity to show and give full play to her physical advantages.

If you practice so softly and unlock so many positions, wouldn’t it be a waste to drive piles from beginning to end?

Five minutes later, the two left the bathtub and moved to the battlefield.

It won't work if you don't transfer it.

The bathtub 5 minutes ago was Poyang Lake 500 years ago, and the bathtub 5 minutes later was Poyang Lake 500 years later. The water was gone, and it was too uncomfortable to toss in the bathtub.

In the living room.

The aromatherapy with a little bit of urging effect in the air was effective, and the two of them were so violent that they seemed to be dismantling the sofa.

It’s okay for Bian Xuedao to eat a few bites from Dong Xue. Fan Qingyu is really empty until now, and the number of times he has had spring dreams in the past half month has increased significantly.

Don’t say anything, just eat for three years if you don’t open it for three years!

After moving to the battlefield again, Fan Qingyu finally begged for mercy, and Bian Xuedao also took advantage of the situation to seize the gun.

The two of them were lying on the bed in the master bedroom in sweat. Fan Qingyu hugged Bian Xuedao's arm tightly, as if afraid that he would get up and leave.

A few minutes later, Fan Qingyu asked Bian Xue and said, "Are you thirsty?"

“Some.”

"I'll get you water."

He jumped out of bed naked, and Fan Qingyu walked to the living room and poured two glasses of water into the bedroom. Then he found the medicine from the drawer in front of Bian Xuedao, took it apart, and ate it with the water.

It was an accidental encounter and there was no need for the prepared contraceptive tao.

In fact, Fan Qingyu felt relieved at this moment, because once he really won the eighth of the bet, Fan Qingyu had no idea what he would face next.

When gambling, you have to face change. Fan Qingyu is extremely satisfied with everything now, and she doesn't want to change.

After drinking the water, he turned his head and placed the cup on the bedside table. He saw a book on the bedside table. Bian Xuedao picked it up and took a look. It turned out to be "Style" written by Paul Fossel.

This book is very impressive.

In another time and space, in 2010, Bian Xuedao searched and read the famous "Zhouyi War" post in Tianya. He saw the title of "Style" from the comments on the post, and then he bought one and wanted to observe it carefully.

After receiving the book, Bian Xuedao read it, and Xu Shangxiu also read it. After reading the Chinese translation version, Xu Shangxiu bought another English original copy "Class" online.

It was also after reading this book that Bian Xuedao suddenly realized something: it is hard to say how many years of gaps exist in science and technology between China and the United States, but in terms of social development level, there is a gap of about 30 to 40 years between the two countries.

How can I get this solution?

Because the author of "Class" ridicule and satirizes the United States in the 1980s.

If the same "Class" was read in 1999, it would be difficult for most people to associate what was written in the book with Chinese society. But if you wait until 2010, many people will find that many of the phenomena written in the book have been seen, experienced or heard of. In short, the pattern of American society in the 1980s began to appear in Chinese society 30 years later.

After taking the medicine, Fan Qingyu lifted the quilt and lay down beside Bian Xuedao.

Seeing that Bian Xuedao seemed to be very interested in the books in her hand, she didn't dare to disturb her, and quietly stared at Bian Xuedao's side face.

After looking through several pages in a row, Bian Xuedao turned his head and asked Fan Qingyu: "Did you buy this book?"

Fan Qingyu nodded: "Yes."

“How did you think of buying it?”

After adjusting his lying posture, Fan Qingyu whispered: "Design is a service industry. I wanted to use this book to understand the preferences and psychology of wealthy customers. But after I bought it, I found that the whole article was about 'people are divided into different levels' and 'wealthy in my pocket'... They are all things I know, so how can he say it?"

Bian Xuedao smiled and said, "You understand it almost the same."

Fan Qingyu looked at Bian Xuedao and asked, "Have you read this book too?"

“Readed.”

Fan Qingyu raised her upper body and asked, "Is it helpful to your current success?"

"Uh...basically not."

“Not help at all?”

“Not at all.”

“…”

"This book did not teach people how to succeed. It only talks about three things throughout the article... First, class exists. Second, the economic foundation determines the superstructure, and economic ability determines class and taste. Third, read me, and you can go out and show off others' pretentiousness, and avoid showing off your timidity when climbing up."

"Oh my God..." Fan Qingyu's eyes flashed with admiration and said in an admirational tone: "How did you do that you can summarize one, two or three points of the books you have read casually?"

Turning the book to the catalog page, Xuedao said, "When reading, you think while reading, and it will naturally be like this."

“…”

After a few seconds of silence, Fan Qingyu looked at the book cover and said, "I couldn't read this book a few years ago. I accidentally found it last week and found that I could read it. I was not afraid of you making jokes. I even took reading notes and wanted to improve my taste according to what I wrote in the book."

Hearing the frankness in Fan Qingyu's words, Bian Xuedao said with emotion: "After three years of official career, I learned that eating and dressing. Tasting this thing is related to economic strength, but it is really not big. I bought a car two years ago. I liked it very much at that time. Now I see it in the garage and feel that my taste is really low."

"low? I think your taste is very good!"

"Okay?" Bian Xuedao put down the book and said, "I am just a nouveau riche. Now I'm too early to taste it, and it's far from being stylish! But I believe that as long as I earn enough money, after three generations, the descendants of the Bian family will definitely produce a few stylish people."

Hearing the word "destiny", Fan Qingyu's eyes immediately dimmed.

The next day.

Hainan, Sanya Phoenix International Airport.

The convoy of four black cars was guided by a guide car and drove to a Gulfstream G550 with the word "Tao" LOGO.

This is Bian Xuedao's private jet. This time I came to Sanya to pick up Tong Chao, Xia Ning and their mother to fly to Europe to treat their illnesses.

Want to travel?

Want to see the world?

Don't want to delay treatment?

Bian Xue? The perfect solution is given: go to Europe, see the world and treat the disease without delay.

In the car, looking at the Gulfstream G550 outside the car window, Jing Yang, who was condescendingly came to see him off, raised his eyebrows slightly: The boy named Tong did not lie, and he really had a very common friendship with Bian Xuedao.

On the same day, a report quietly appeared on the media and the Internet - "Sleeping in the Wind and Open-Eat a No Regret Youth - Interview with Xia Ning, deputy director of the Hainan Parrot Ridge Nature Reserve Workstation."

With Bian Xuedao's instruction, Zhi promoted his Weibo, so that Xia Ning, who had no regrets and dedicated her youth in the primeval forest, quickly became a strong competitor to the Person of the Year of "Touching China".

Unfortunately, Xia Ning's deeds were only popular on the Internet for two days, and were stolen by another woman who was related to Bian Xuedao.

The 51st Grammy Music Awards ceremony is about to begin, and the big belly and richness have become the world's entertainment headlines.

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(I wish you all good luck in the Year of the Rooster!)
Chapter completed!