Fang Huai'an was a little puzzled. Casinos are the most profitable business. Song Yiqing's doing this is tantamount to giving the casino to others.
"You are so willing to go from boss to partner."
"What's the point of not giving up!"
This was a decision she made after thinking for a long time.
The Luo family has so many properties that she alone cannot handle them.
Luo Tiegen is too young and it will take time for him to grow up.
The casino is a gray property. She, a woman or Luo Tie and a child, cannot manage the operation of the casino at all.
Rather than letting it exist in name only under your own hands, it is better to let it go as soon as possible and hand it over to someone who can take care of it, so as to avoid all worries.
In addition, she also has her own little thoughts. In recent years, the policy has been strict, and businesses such as casinos are no longer allowed to operate inland.
Maybe one day this business will close down. If you cooperate with others, you can continue to make profits while minimizing losses, killing two birds with one stone.
She told Fang Huaian what she was thinking, but Fang Huaian didn't expect him to think so carefully.
In her body, he seemed to see the shadow of Qi Hui.
Independent, self-reliant, smart and capable...
But under the shackles of these layers of halo, they had no choice but to do it.
Fang Huaian hugged her from behind: "I will never leave you again this time."
"Why do you say this all of a sudden? You know I'm rich, so do you want to get close to this rich woman?"
She said jokingly, with a hint of cunning narrowness in her eyes.
"Well, I hope Mrs. Song will earn more and more to support me."
Song Yiqing poked his strong chest muscles: "It depends on your performance. If you perform well, I won't mind raising a pretty boy like you."
She lifted his chin and made an expression like a prodigal in love.
Fang Huaian suppressed his smile, raised his eyebrows, and pulled her into his arms.
"Then I have to show off."
The warm breath hit her face, carrying ambiguous feelings.
"In broad daylight, don't overact!"
Song Yiqing was anxious to distance herself from him. The sun was shining brightly outside, and they were staying in the Luo family's study, which was really not suitable for doing intimate things.
Fang Huaian chuckled: "Okay, follow Mr. Song's arrangements. Then I will show off later in the evening."
Her face turned red instantly, and every time he spoke seriously about love, it always made his heart beat like a deer.
She excused herself to read the documents and returned to her desk to work on it.
Fang Huaian stayed by her side and watched her until the sun gradually set.
After dinner, Fang Huaian found a reason to resign to Wang Minglan, and the two prepared to return to their own homes.
Wang Minglan didn't try to persuade her to stay, she just asked Song Yiqing to come back to accompany her more often.
Song Yiqing nodded: "I will come back every day."
"Um."
When the two went out, the cold air hit their faces, and only dry branches remained on the trees on the street.
The pedestrians on the roadside were walking in a hurry, and everyone seemed to be in a hurry.
Fang Huaian buttoned her coat, took her cold hand, and put it into his pocket, enjoying the rare and wonderful quiet time between the two of them.
Song Yiqing tilted her head and asked, "Should we walk back?"
"Yeah. Although the weather is a bit cold, it's not bad. I can digest my dinner while walking back."
Fang Huaian did nothing all day and was full of energy.
But Song Yiqing was different. She looked at the documents for a whole day and her eyes were dazzled.
Now I just want to go home, take a comfortable bath, lie in bed and sleep soundly.
She yawned and looked at the dimming clouds on the horizon, unable to bear to disturb his elegance.
Fang Huaian saw her tiredness and squatted down: "Come up."
Song Yiqing opened her eyes wide: "What are you doing?"
"Carry you home!"
Song Yiqing smiled and jumped on his back.
The distance from Luo's house to the compound was not close, so Fang Huaian carried her back to his home.
When he got home, Fang Huaian's clothes were soaked with sweat.
Song Yiqing was very excited at first, but then she fell asleep on his back without realizing it.
I woke up after being put on the bed, and found his sweaty clothes, and felt a twinge of guilt in my heart.
"I'm sorry, I just fell asleep. I shouldn't have let you carry it for so long."
Fang Huaian stared at her maliciously: "Are you guilty?"
"Um."
"Then you think of a way to compensate me."
"How to compensate?"
At this time, Song Yiqing was still in a state of confusion as she had just woken up, and did not realize that the danger had quietly come.
Fang Huaian picked her up again, and she subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck: "Come to the bathroom with me."
Song Yiqing shouted to stop: "No!"
He had a good figure, but she didn't want to face him head-on. She accidentally misfired, and she couldn't calm down all night.
She still had to recuperate her energy and continue to deal with matters tomorrow, and she must not mess around with him.
Song Yiqing struggled, trying to break free from his arms.
Fang Huaian hugged her tightly. The distance from the bedroom to the bathroom was very close. In a few steps, the two of them arrived in a small and closed space.
"Hey, I have to go to work tomorrow."
Fang Huaian's eyes were bright and filled with deep love: "Xiaoqing, I miss you."
Song Yiqing lightly patted him twice as a silent resistance.
In his eyes, it was directly classified as ineffective resistance.
Before she could speak again, a kiss fell like raindrops.
After a few rounds, Song Yiqing's legs became weak and she was confused and lost her mind. She let nature take its course and let him do what he wanted.
The battlefield moved from the bathroom to the bedroom again, and the two of them were so entangled that they could not separate each other.
Fang Huaian hugged her tightly and couldn't let go for a moment.
The fear of losing him eroded his heart all the time.
Only in this way can he prove that Song Yiqing is still alive in front of him and by his side.
As water and milk blended together, Song Yiqing gradually lost strength and could no longer even whimper.
She raised her hand to push him away, but her strength was too weak. In Fang Huaian's view, it seemed more like she wanted to refuse the welcome.
He held her little hand and worked hard on her body.
Song Yiqing cursed, does this guy's physical strength last?
horrible!
Finally, she couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.
Fang Huaian was satisfied and kissed her on the forehead.
He was indeed too indulgent tonight and did not consider her feelings.
He spoke slowly with a deep voice, filled with irresistible lust: "Xiaoqing, thank you for your hard work. I won't torment you so harshly next time."
Song Yiqing, who was sleeping, seemed to sense what he said, smacked her lips, and made two hums.
Her cute appearance was reflected in his eyes, making him feel hot in his belly again.
Fang Huaian sighed helplessly, what a annoying little goblin.
He pinched her slender waist, lay beside her, and slept with her.