Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

【Sure?If you buy into my shares, you will be mine. 】

Shareholders are also a part of the company, and the entire company belongs to him, so rounding up, doesn't the purchase of shares mean that he is his own?

In terms of logic, Ling Rongge learned the "rounding method" without a teacher.

When Song Chubai saw this news, he didn't think about it at all, and quickly replied: "RuRuRu! Yes, yes, yes!"

Anyway, he is going to follow him, maybe when Ling Rongge's company slowly gets up, he won't gamble.

If it fails, he will morally kidnap him as a shareholder, saying that if he gambles, he will be irresponsible to him!

The more Song Chubai thought about it, the more he felt that investing in shares was a very correct and smart decision. He saw Ling Rongge's news, and sent a firm WeChat message again.

[I want to buy shares! ! 】

Three exclamation points are enough to express his determination.

When Ling Rongge saw these words, there was a doting smile on the corner of his mouth that he didn't even notice.

He replied with "OK", and sent another message to his assistant, asking him to draw up a share transfer contract.

When the assistant received the message, he was shocked, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

5.00% of the shares, the president is also willing, can't it be some big shot?

No matter what the assistant thought, the contract was sent to Singer Ling Rong an hour later.

Ling Rongge glanced at the whole article, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he put it aside, planning to go to Song Chubai to sign after the meeting.

Another hour later, the meeting was finally over.

Ling Rongge picked up the contract and walked to the office.

At this time, in the office, Song Chubai fell asleep on the sofa.

It's not his fault, it's really not much fun, plus he was a little tired from walking today, he fell asleep on the sofa after replying to Ling Rongge's news.

What Ling Rongge saw when he came in was Song Chubai lying sideways on the sofa, with his left hand behind his head, his right hand between his legs, and his legs curled up, showing a bow shape.

It's a very insecure sleeping position.

Ling Rongge's eyes flickered slightly, and he walked to the sofa with the contract in hand.

Putting the contract on the coffee table in front of the sofa, he squatted down and looked at Song Chubai.

The lights in the office were bright, hitting Song Chubai's body, making his skin whiter and tenderer.

When he got close, Ling Rongge could even see the fine down on his arm, without any hair, and the arm was as white and tender as the faintly exposed collarbone.

However, because of his posture, there was a faint red mark on his collarbone, probably because he was pressed.

Ling Rongge's gaze turned upward slightly, and finally landed on the pink lips.

Song Chubai's lips are very well shaped, very suitable for kissing.

As soon as this thought came out, Ling Rongge couldn't help being stunned.

Frowning fiercely, he pursed his lips, lightly tapped the edge of the sofa with his fingertips, faintly pale.

The absurd thoughts had been suppressed by him, and he put his big hand on Song Chubai's shoulder and shook it.

"Song Chubai."

He calls his name.

"Wake up."

Song Chubai was shaken so badly that he woke up in a daze.

He blinked, and it took two seconds to recover from sleepiness.

But being relieved doesn't mean his brain is awake at this time.Then, a completely thoughtless sentence blurted out.

"Why are you here?"

Ling Rongge stood up, folded his arms around his chest, and looked at Song Chubai with a half-smile.

"Where am I not here?" he asked back.

Song Chubai reacted for two seconds, showing an expression of sudden realization.

Oh right, where is he not here.

He propped himself up and sat up, the familiar yet unfamiliar environment reminded him that this is Ling Rongge's territory.

Shaking his head, Song Chubai raised his head and said in a daze, "Are we going home?"

"Wait." Ling Rongge picked up the contract and handed it to Song Chubai, "Sign the contract first."

Song Chubai took over the contract. The ten-page contract didn't feel very thick to the touch, but the densely packed words on it still reminded that it would take some time to read all of this contract.

Song Chubai glanced at it twice, reckoning that there should be nothing wrong.

If Ling Rongge wanted to cheat him, he could not transfer the money to him at all, but he transferred it anyway, so he probably wouldn't cheat him!

Song Chubai, who convinced himself, quickly signed the contract.

Ling Rongge raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you afraid that I'll set you up?" Do you trust him that much?

"Of course I'm not afraid." Song Chubai chuckled, "I believe in you."

He didn't seem to have anything worthy of Ling Rongge's covetousness.

When Ling Rongge heard this, his breathing seemed to stop for a second, and the eyes that looked at Song Chubai were also tinged with deep meaning.

With a move in his throat, he lowered his voice and said, "That's what you said."

But don't regret it.

Even if he regrets it, he won't let him go.

Song Chubai waved his hands carelessly, "I said what I said."

"A man is a real man, once a word is said, it is hard to follow, I understand."

He is the person who keeps his promise the most, and he will not do such things as breaking his promise.

Ling Rongge raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and did not dwell on this issue.

Anyway, Song Chubai has already signed the contract, and the contract has come into force. The clause "Party B cannot terminate the cooperative relationship with Party A" that he specially asked his assistant to add is enough to tie Song Chubai.

After doing business for so long, Ling Rongge's gambling addiction is a bit off.

He tugged on his tie casually, with a look of dryness between his brows.

"Let's go and gamble on stones."

As he spoke, he locked the contract in the safe next to the desk, and without waiting for Song Chubai to say anything, he said forcefully, "You come with me."

Song Chubai: ...

He knows it!Ling Rongge felt uncomfortable if he didn't gamble for a day.

He stood up and followed Ling Rongge's footsteps, but said with a hint of grievance in his mouth, "Okay."

Ling Rongge paused, and looked back at Song Chubai.

Inexplicably, the irritability in my heart was even worse, but it was not the kind of irritability caused by gambling addiction, but another, inexplicable but inexplicably uncomfortable irritability.

Not knowing the source of this dryness, Ling Rongge pursed his lips, and walked out at a faster pace.

Maybe, just take a gamble.

Seeing that he suddenly quickened his pace, Song Chubai trotted after him.

"Why are you walking so fast all of a sudden?"

Ling Rongge ignored him.

Song Chubai pursed his lips, and couldn't help but whispered, "Do you like gambling that much?"

There was a hint of grievance in the voice, and it was a little more soft and pitiful than before.

Listening to this sound, Ling Rongge felt even more restless.

He stopped, looked straight at Song Chubai, a dark look flashed across his handsome face, and at the same time, his thin lips parted slightly: