Walker Casino officially opened two years later.

In fact, it has not been fully completed, but the main building has been decorated and can be put into use. The two auxiliary buildings will continue to be developed in stages.

On the first day of business, the entertainment city held a big cocktail party and invited media reporters from all over Qingjiang City to create a momentum and it was extremely lively.

After the ribbon is cut, singing and dancing are rising.

The first dance, of course, belongs to Huo Chenghong. He walked onto the dance floor with the little goldfish and danced a waltz, and then other guests walked onto the dance floor and danced together.

Wei Yiran was holding a glass of wine, standing not far away, quietly watching the figure in the crowd.

Huang Ming came over, touched his arm lightly, and whispered: "Little goldfish is dancing."

There was surprise in his tone.

"Yes." Wei Yiran said lightly, "She is dancing."

In the past two years, they occasionally met at similar banquets, greeted like old friends, and then parted like strangers.

He silently followed her every change: learned the piano, learned to sing, learned a foreign language, and became more and more good at dressing, dressing, and makeup.

She couldn't wear high heels before and couldn't even take a few more steps, but now she can wear high heels and dance lightly like a butterfly.

She has changed. She is no longer the little goldfish who takes him first and listens to his arrangements. She has become a very charming woman, a woman belonging to Huo Chenghong.

Huo Chenghong was really good to her, he cultivated her carefully and cared for her...

Wei Yiran found himself jealous.

This emotion made him feel ugly.

He hates himself.

After a dance was over, the little goldfish returned to his seat to rest, while Huo Chenghong was greeting several distinguished guests.

Wei Yiran noticed that she stood up and walked in one direction, but it was not the direction of the bathroom.

He thought for a while and followed silently.

The little goldfish kept walking out of the venue, turning several turns, and going to places with few people, which was very abnormal.

Wei Yiran couldn't help frowning, hesitating whether to notify her bodyguard. She ran around like this. In case of danger, she was afraid that the bodyguard would not react well, and his ability to rescue him was very limited.

At this time, the little goldfish in front suddenly stopped.

She squatted down against the wall, took off her high heels, and reached out to cover her ankle, as if she was uncomfortable.

Wei Yiran realized something and immediately walked over and asked her: "Have your foot hurt?"

Little Goldfish looked up at him, not surprised, but smiled faintly, appearing polite and alienated, "No...I'm fine, go ahead and leave me alone..."

Wei Yiran looked down and found no obvious wound, but a piece of red on the ankle, and a few small scales shone.

He pursed his lips and asked her in a low voice: "You hurt your foot, Huo Ye will definitely call a doctor. When the doctor examines you, how are you going to explain these scales?"

The little goldfish sighed softly: "These are new growths. I shave them myself, but they don’t get clean..."

After all, the scales are on his body, he can't be cruel, and it hurts.

Wei Yiran stretched out her hand and touched it lightly. She shrank, turning her face a little embarrassingly, not looking at him.

"You shouldn't try to dance." Wei Yiran removed a folding knife from the keychain, "endure it."

The little goldfish bit his lower lip and was about to meet the familiar pain, but he stopped, said "wait for me", and turned and left.

When he returned after a while, he had an extra glass of wine in his hand.

"Drink it," he said. "If you are drunk, it won't hurt anymore."

She was determined to look at the glass of wine and wanted to cry inexplicably...

"But when I wake up, it still hurts." She murmured, taking the glass of wine and drinking it obediently.