Ou Yunyun skipped away, and Fang Qingwu got out of the car from the back seat and sat in the cab.
On the way home, Fang Qingwu frowned and was worried.
Liu Yun, Wu Xiaoyue, Lan Xinyan, and now even Ou Yunyun, who had only met once, had a crush on him. Fang Qingwu felt as if there was a huge stone weighing on his heart, which was quite uncomfortable.
When he got home, Fang Qingwu invited Zhao Tianyou to come up and sit.
Under the streetlight, that spring-flower-like smile made people's hearts beat loudly. Zhao Tianyou's words of rejection came to his lips and he swallowed them hard.
Following Fang Qingwu into the house, Director Fang Haoran still didn't come back. Fang Qingwu was the only one left in such a big house, which was strangely lonely.
Zhao Tianyou asked curiously: "Is your dad so busy?"
"Yeah." Fang Qingwu hugged a pillow and said, "It's mainly because I'm busy socializing. Being an official seems to be a prestigious job, but I don't have much personal time in private."
Zhao Tianyou nodded in agreement.
Fang Qingwu hugged the pillow, tilted his head and looked at him and said, "What are you going to do next?"
"The cooperative affairs continue to advance, but actually this is not the focus."
"So what's the point?"
"The market of Shanzhen Food Therapy Center is the key point." Zhao Tianyou said sharply.
Fang Qingwu nodded and said: "Expanding the market is not difficult. What I am talking about is the next step."
What’s the next step? Zhao Tianyou really hasn’t thought about it.
The next step is to further expand the existing market, increase more investment, and earn more profits.
In this way, doesn't it correspond to the sentence in the political textbook - the simple reproduction of capital?
Fang Qingwu smiled coquettishly. She hugged the pillow and moved to Zhao Tianyou. Her dark eyes flashed with a wild light and she said firmly: "Competition is always cruel. Capitalists are careerists. No further ambition often means
With death.”
Zhao Tianyou looked at her and commented very seriously: "You just acted like a philosopher."
Fang Qingwu patted his shoulder angrily and said, "I'm serious. You must consider your next plan. After all, diet is too low in value."
Zhao Tianyou thought for a while and sighed: "Are you going to ask me to speculate in land?"
Now, with the expansion of urbanization, real estate has suddenly become a hugely profitable industry.
Ten years ago, economists predicted that housing prices would fall. Ten years later, housing prices increased like a snowball, which slapped these theorists in the face. Although the central government has thought of many policies to curb the crazy rise in housing prices, it is undeniable that
Real estate is still a huge profit-making cake.
Just like the sheep-cannibalism movement in the early days of capitalism, current housing prices are also a form of plunder by the wealthy class against the poor.
Fang Qingwu suddenly stretched out his hands, pressed Zhao Tianyou's shoulders, and said coldly: "Tianyou, don't you think this is a good idea?"
"But---where are the funds and connections?" Zhao Tianyou was also frightened by Fang Qingwu's crazy suggestion.
He is only seventeen years old and does not even have independent legal personality.
What's more, the total assets he owns are only over 20 million, so what can he do to leverage hundreds of millions of real estate investments?
Fang Qingwu smiled and said: "You have no money and no connections, but the Lan family does."
"Lan Xinyan? But I don't want to beg her."
"You're wrong. There's no one who doesn't ask for help when doing business. It's not scary to ask for help. What's scary is that you don't even have the chance to ask for help."
Fang Qingwu said every word, and what she said was always so philosophical. Sometimes Zhao Tianyou would wonder where her opinions came from. After all, like him, she was also a freshman in high school.
Fang Qingwu didn't say any more, and she suddenly lay down on the sofa.
The body leans forward and the buttocks are slightly raised. This tempting curve is so sexy that it makes people's eyes almost pop out.
"God bless!" Fang Qingwu put the pillow under his body to rest his head, looked back and said with a smile: "Can you give me a pretend massage?"
Giving a massage to a school beauties girl is the dream of countless women.
Zhao Tianyou hesitated for a moment. He felt that this was really a criminal suggestion.
Fang Qingwu turned around and looked at him coquettishly. He looked at him with a pair of crescent-moon eyes and a smile. His silky long hair fell like a waterfall, and his voice was soft and intoxicating: "Come here, I want to see your employees."
Is it true?"
Zhao Tianyou walked over, took a deep breath, and placed his hands on Fang Qingwu's shoulders.
Zhao Tianyou's movements were gentle and moderate, and he carefully pressed the important acupuncture points from head to shoulders and back.
Fang Qingwu felt feverish at first, but in the end he just felt that the area he touched was extremely refreshing, his fatigue disappeared, and he felt refreshed.
"God bless me, I didn't expect you to have such a skill." Fang Qingwu turned over and lay on her back. After entering the house, she only wore a beige cotton sweater. Lying on her back like this, her plump and perky breasts looked great.
Revealed.
Zhao Tianyou's heartbeat quickened intuitively. He quickly stood up and drank a large amount of water.
Fang Qingwu suddenly grabbed his hand and slowly, slowly put it on her face. Her eyes were full of tenderness.
Outside the window, I don’t know when it started to rain again.
In such a quiet night, such a pure and beautiful time, the two young people looked at each other, feeling each other's heartbeats, and could hear each other's breathing quietly at this moment.
Fang Qingwu suddenly opened his arms, hugged Zhao Tianyou's neck, and pulled his head lower.
Zhao Tianyou lowered his head and saw her snow-white neck and rapidly rising and falling chest. He couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly leaned down and hugged Fang Qingwu tightly.
Two fiery bodies were entangled and twisted on the sofa, and suddenly rolled to the floor, entangled even more crazily.
Zhao Tianyou kissed Fang Qingwu's face fiercely, and his mouth kissed all the way down the snow-white neck.
The desire in the body is like a river that has opened its gates. Once it opens, it will be difficult to calm down without venting.
Zhao Tianyou put his hand into Fang Qingwu's sweater, and he felt her soft and cool bra, and the two soft balls wrapped in the bra.
This feeling is indescribable. Zhao Tianyou's hand rubbed it gently, and Fang Qingwu felt as if her whole body was on fire. Her mouth couldn't help but tremble slightly, like falling flowers brushing against the strings of a piano.
The two young men were about to break through the final hurdle. At this moment, Zhao Tianyou suddenly heard footsteps outside the yard.
"Your dad is here." Zhao Tianyou let go of Fang Qingwu and arranged her messy hair.
Fang Qingwu said anxiously: "Why is he here?"
"I don't know. I heard his footsteps. He probably entered the house in five minutes."
"What should we do?" Fang Qingwu knew that Zhao Tianyou had practiced martial arts and his senses were sharper than ordinary people. She hurriedly tidied up her messy clothes.
This villa has no back door, how could Zhao Tianyou get out?
Fang Qingwu was so anxious that she turned off the lights in the villa, and then pulled Zhao Tianyou into her bedroom.
A few minutes later, Fang Haoran opened the door and entered the house.
He Ning turned on the light, looked around, then walked to his daughter's room and knocked on the door.
"Qingwu, are you asleep?"
"Asleep, what happened, Dad?"
"I'm going on a business trip to the provincial capital. I've put your living expenses on the card." Fang Haoran lowered his body, stuffed a bank card into the crack of the door and said, "I was leaving in the afternoon, but I was afraid that you would need it urgently, so I just
Send it back to you."
After saying that, Fang Haoran turned around and left, and the door of the villa was closed again.
After her father was far away, Fang Qingwu turned on the light. After such a fuss, she calmed down.
"Qingwu, I'm sorry." Thinking of Director Fang leaving, Zhao Tianyou felt a little guilty.
What kind of thing is this? Taking advantage of her father's absence, you come to molest her daughter?
Although Fang Qingwu took the initiative, he couldn't restrain himself.
Fang Qingwu blinked her eyes, then she smiled and said, "Why did you say you're sorry?"
"Just now, just now---we were almost--"
Fang Qingwu poked his forehead with his finger and said, "Fool, I did it willingly just now, you don't have to apologize."
"Oh, then--I should go."
"Okay." Fang Qingwu smiled elegantly, with a twinkling look in his eyes: "God bless, thank you for spending an unforgettable night with me."