The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

Just follow the rules to draw cards.

"Anyone can choose to draw cards?"

This is an inquiry, after all, some rules are different.

Old Annie answered quickly, "Yes, yes, for example, in the first game, although it has only started three rounds, I have a good card, so now... I play."

Several people spread their cards on the table.

After all, Old Annie was confident, and won the first place without any surprises.

And Mo Junzhe... has the worst card.

This was the case for the previous two innings.

He both ended up fourth.

The smile on Mao Arthur's face became more and more obvious.

The bearded man trembled, "Let me just say, my son is great, but it doesn't mean I'm great."

Duan Nan has always been happy and angry, and just echoed, "I heard that Xiaobao's card skills were taught by his grandfather. I think Mr. Mo has a lot of things to do every day, so there is no chance to play these entertainments."

Mo Junzhe nodded, and began to draw the cards for the third game, "I really don't play much at ordinary times."

"That's it... Reasonable things are entertainment, but winning or losing is also very important, right? Apart from talent, practice makes perfect..."

"Open the cards."

ha?
Ma Arthur was halfway through speaking when he suddenly heard the word "open card" and was instantly confused.

He retorted almost subconsciously, "I just caught it..."

"I'm already in the second round. The cards are good, so I open them." Mo Junzhe didn't give him a chance to object, and directly opened the cards in his hand.

An ace, two pair of kings.

Mao Arthur laughed twice, "Haha", "Don't be too confident, in case the rest of us have a flush..."

"You don't." Mo Junzhe spoke a few words in a warm voice, but coldly.

"You haven't seen our cards, how do you know that there are no..."

The man did not answer this question immediately.

Instead, he raised his head, as if observing carefully, and then slowly opened his mouth after a few seconds, "Micro-expression will express everything, your cards were good in the first two rounds, and the moment you got your hands, the corner of your right mouth will rise slightly. "

"And Mr. Duan..." Mo Junzhe's voice sank a bit, "If Mr. Duan gets the card he wants, he will touch the ring one more time."

He came to a conclusion, raised his head and looked at the two people who were already shocked, and asked coldly, "So, are you still playing?"

"I do not believe!"

Mao Arthur slapped the table directly, "It's not so magical, we have also seen some psychologists come to play. It's not like this."

Duan Nan nodded, "It's just a game, maybe it's just a coincidence."

"Then... shall we continue?" Old Annie made a compromise.

After all, he is also here to make up the numbers, winning or losing does not matter, the main thing is for the little uncle to be happy.

However, the second game, the third game... until the end of Xiaobao's punishment. ,

Except for Mo Junzhe losing one game due to his poor cards, he was number one in every other game.

When Xiao Bao came over, he still smiled "hee hee", and took the initiative to climb to the side of Mo Junzhe.

"Just say that Dad is the most powerful, but you still don't believe it!"

Mao Arthur was furious, "I refuse to accept it!"

Forget about the little evildoers, at least they won with their IQ.

What is big now?
Psychology, microexpressions?
For a moment, Mao Arthur felt insulted.

Fortunately, the busyness in the kitchen is almost over.

Mrs. Duan came out wearing an apron, "Let's all stay for lunch today. According to Xiran, Mr. Mo also rarely comes to Las Vegas. There are some celebrations on Seventh Avenue tonight, so we can accompany Xiran Let's go back after playing with Xiaobao."