Reborn I don't need a heroine

When Han Yixuan returned to the dormitory, all her roommates were there. The two girls who were a little distant were sitting in front of the computer, one was listening to music and the other was watching a drama.

There is also a roommate who has a close relationship with her, and after half a year, she has become a new best friend. Seeing her come back, he put down the romance novel in his hand, and asked curiously, "Why are you... so happy?"

Han Yixuan: "What's the spring breeze?"

The girlfriend pointed to the mirror by the door: "Look for yourself!"

Han Yixuan turned around and looked at herself in the mirror—the girl's lips were pursed, but the corners of her mouth were still slightly raised, and her eyes were full of smiles.

After all, if you are not in front of Wang Heng, there is no need to suppress your joyful emotions.

Han Yixuan walked to her best friend, took out a small box from her bag, and waved it in front of her eyes.

"Hey, what is this? A little brown bottle!"

The next second, another roommate dropped the earphones and came over: "Little brown bottle! Yixuan, did you buy this yourself?"

The best friend guessed: "Yixuan just bought a gift for the boy yesterday, is this a return gift from that boy?"

Han Yixuan put away the skin care product box, smiled and nodded: "Yes, he sent it."

Girlfriend: "Then have you confirmed your relationship?"

Han Yixuan shook her head: "It's early..."

The roommate who came over was obviously a little blunt, and said: "He bought you a small brown bottle, and you are still not together? Awesome, we all thought you didn't fall in love, but you ended up catching a rich man quietly." Second generation!"

Han Yixuan immediately became a little unhappy: "What is fishing?"

My best friend also said: "Don't talk nonsense, people really like it!"

At this time, another roommate who had been silent all the time suddenly sneered: "Yeah, hehe... I really like it. I don't like the vice president of the student union who is tall and handsome. I really like the one who can afford a thousand yuan gift."

The best friend slapped the table and said angrily: "What are you talking about! You like that vice chairman yourself, what does it have to do with Xiaoxuan!"

The sneering roommate said unceremoniously, "What does this have to do with you?"

Another roommate hurriedly persuaded: "Don't quarrel, don't quarrel, we are all sisters in the same dormitory! Aren't they just smelly men, there are so many people in the world, what is there to be noisy about!"

For a while, the bedroom fell silent.

"Stop arguing, we won't talk about this in the future." Han Yixuan said in a low voice, and then walked out of the bedroom quickly.

By the window at the end of the corridor, the girl took out her mobile phone and was stunned for a while.

Is he the one you like, or is it a gift he bought... Do you need to think about this question? Money is nothing but a foreign object attached to that person. Compared with gifts such as skin care products, what she was looking forward to more was to chat with him about the dream of the whole summer vacation on the bus.

However, the feeling of being misunderstood by others is really unbearable. Although she has the most distant relationship with that sneering roommate, even though he just made some casual sarcasm, in comparison, she would rather be questioned about cheating on her test scores, at least than question her deepest intentions.

But Wang Heng's investment seems to be successful again.

Han Yixuan clicked on the mobile browser and looked at the stock he mentioned. The daily limit, the daily limit for several days in a row, if this continues, his funds will definitely exceed one million. If I were with him in the future, I would definitely be called 'just greedy for other people's money' and other sarcastic remarks.

And can never prove his innocence.

In other words, if you want to prove your innocence, the only possibility is that Wang Heng's future investment will fail, he will lose a lot of money and even owe a large amount of debt, and if he still stays by his side, then no one will be able to question him... But Han Yixuan Of course I don't want to see him in such a miserable situation.

"But what does it matter?"

Han Yixuan muttered to herself, remembering the comments under the song "Lost" that she and Pei Ningle had watched two days ago. Even Pei Ningle can bear other people's bad reviews, so can't he bear a few gossip?

The girl quickly adjusted her mood and returned to the dormitory.

The dormitory was quiet, those who read books read books, and those who followed dramas followed dramas.

Han Yixuan sat down at her desk and opened the textbook on securities investment.

Let others say what they like, it's enough for my old lady to do her own thing well—the girl gritted her silver teeth, thinking silently.

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It was another morning, and Wang Heng sat in front of the desk in the dormitory and poked the little hamster in the cage with his finger.

Taking advantage of Wang Ke's absence and Fu Hanwen snoring in his sleep, he didn't bother to carry the cage out, so he asked in a low voice, "When will I sell that stock?"

The hamster lay on the nest, opened one small eye, and replied in a lower voice: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago, the day when the daily limit will stop and the volatility will resume."

Wang Heng: "So which day is it? Give me an exact date, and I can arrange other things."

The hamster yawned: "Keep watching, anyway, when the day comes, there will be plenty of time for you to ship the goods."

Wang Heng picked up the bottle containing the small melon seeds and shook it: "If you don't talk about it, I'll take it away?"

"...Okay, next Wednesday, it's all right!"

After the hamster said helplessly, seeing him put the little melon seeds back in place, he lay down again.

At this time, Wang Heng received a text message from Qin Meng:

【Although you didn't become a special advisor, Mr. Lu told me to give you a salary increase. Congratulations. You're only a freshman and you've got a monthly salary of 8,000, and you don't need to work. We professionals are far behind you at your age! In addition, Mr. Lu also hopes that you will write an analysis report on Qiandu, and if you write well, you will get a bonus. 】

Wang Heng looked at this somewhat long text message, and sighed softly for a while.

Sure enough, high-level special advisers are just bait for now. At first, I thought about having a say in front of others, and followed the boss to advise and share the cake in the subsequent investment. Now it seems that I really thought too much.

The little hamster on the side couldn't help complaining: "Is this not enough? Don't you think you are too greedy?"

"I'm really sorry that the expectations are too high... Forget it, it doesn't matter. It's their loss if they don't break the rules and promote a bad guy."

After speaking, Wang Heng turned on his laptop and began to write the analysis report on Qiandu.

Since there is a bonus for writing this, it is natural not to take it for nothing.

Opening the document, Wang Heng's hands danced rapidly on the keyboard, and the number of words displayed in the document soared like a rocket, like a perverted web writer who updates 20,000 words a day—things that have been thought of long ago, do not need to be conceived, just written quick.

Moreover, he still uses the "click click" green axis keyboard, which feels even more comfortable when typing.

However, after less than two minutes, Fu Hanwen's snoring stopped.

After a while, Fu Hanwen's mournful voice sounded from behind Wang Heng: "Mr. Wang, I slept in the early morning last night, can you let me sleep in for a while?"

Wang Heng: "Didn't you buy earplugs?"

Fu Hanwen glanced at his mechanical keyboard, and sighed: "I tried it just now, and even the earplugs can't stop it!"

Wang Heng: "...All right, I'll go out and find a place."

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