Gong Shao's Ever-changing Sweet Wife

There were several people sitting in the VIP room, Mo Yanshen casually drew out a card, his expression was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

He wasn't very lucky today, just for one night, he got bad cards, scattered cards in his hand, and couldn't even make a pair, which made him not in a good mood, but there was no sign on his face. The corresponding expression flowed out, but it was unpredictable what he was thinking.

After playing a few rounds, the chips in front of him didn't change much.

"It's just a rumor for no reason, just listen to it." Mo Yan said in a deep voice, and did not admit it.

An Yuchen sneered, "Young Master Mo, don't forget our bet."

He had the most chips in front of him, so it could be seen that he was a middle-level player. After the end of the round, he had two poker cards in his hands, just like playing magic.

Something flashed in Mo Yanshen's eyes, and just as he was about to say something, there was a sudden movement outside, and a newcomer appeared on the monitor at the door.

Logically speaking, there would be no other people in this place tonight, but the picture from the monitor made Mo Yan's eyes shrink deeply.

Why did Xia Qingran come to this place?
"That's right, Young Master Mo is sincere, and we can't let us suffer every time." The man beside him said with a smile, he had almost lost, so he clapped his hands, and the woman sitting next to him was immediately taken away. gone.

The woman was obviously a little panicked, with a pair of hesitant eyes, but the man was very ruthless.

It's so convenient to come to this place, if you lose, even the female companions around you will lose together, even your own wife must abide by the rules.

It doesn't matter to An Yuchen, there are countless women around him, and they are not married, so the female companions he brings with him each time have different faces.Mo Yanshen, on the other hand, has always been alone.

"Let her come in and play together, since they're here anyway, Young Master Mo can't afford to lose, right?" Someone shouted from the side, quickly blocking Mo Yanshen's words.

The person who appeared in the surveillance was vague, and she couldn't see her appearance clearly at all, but combined with some rumors, everyone guessed her identity.

She was dressed very ordinaryly. When she came to this kind of place, it was like going shopping. She was wrapped in white silk clothes. When she lowered her head, she could only see her long curly hair like seaweed.

Thick, black, and long to the waist, can't help but make people think about it.

When she raised her head, the people in the hall paused for a moment. Their eyes were originally focused on Xia Qingran, but now that she turned her head to the side, her face was reflected on the surveillance screen, very clearly.

An Yuchen's eyes flickered slightly, and he always felt that this girl looked familiar, but he couldn't remember exactly where he met her.

She's so beautiful, she looks clean, I never thought that a dark person like Mo Yanshen would like such an innocent girl.

No, it can't be described as beautiful either. The word beautiful is too gentle. The girl in front of me is really beautiful, recognizable beauty, and aggressive with beauty.

The person on the surveillance screen quickly disappeared because the person had already been brought in.

An Yuchen took a sip of his wine, his expression difficult to distinguish.

The door of the box opened, Xia Qingran looked at the people inside with some curiosity, there was no so-called miasma, the inside was very spacious, several people were sitting in front of the card table, one of them glanced at her, and slightly curled his lips : "Miss Xia, right? You didn't need us to invite you, and you came to the door on your own initiative. That's very good."

"If you don't come again, Young Master Mo will lose." An Yuchen's tone seemed very gentle.

He was sitting in a relatively dark corner, the light only illuminated half of his suit, Xia Qing could not see his face clearly, but could judge from his outline and voice.

His age should not exceed 30 years old.

Mo Yanshen didn't speak, his eyes were fixed on the cup in front of him, and some people's shadows seemed to be reflected on the colored glass cup.

Xia Qingran tilted her head, her eyes swept across the card table, there was a clear light in her eyes, and her voice was sweet: "What do you mean? Did Mo Yanshen lose?"

There was some excitement at the end of the story.

She stared at the well-dressed Mo Yanshen, feeling inexplicably happy in her heart, never expecting that Mo Yanshen would end up today.

It's best to lose.

Mo Yanshen's luck was not good, and he wasn't considered a loser, but his luck was indeed not very good. He didn't get the upper hand this night because he always had a bad hand.

"Yes, Miss Xia, do you know how to play cards?" An Yuchen said with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. He has always been so patient with beauties, "You also saw that Young Master Mo lost again ..., his luck today is not very good."

There was only the last card left on the card table, and An Yuchen opened it.

Club 3.

This card paired with the deck of cards in Mo Yanshen's hand was very eye-catching.

What a bad deck, not even an ace, which shows how bad Mo Yanshen's cards are.

However, the expression on Mo Yanshen's face was still very calm. If it was someone else, he would have panicked a long time ago, but it was as if he had the best cards. He didn't even breathe randomly, and he could still fight against them for so long. Fortunately, he In the end, he took a gamble, and instead of being fooled by Mo Yanshen, he put all his bets in.

Xia Qingran took a look.

Texas hold'em...

She has played several times in her previous life and knows the rules, but she is not very good at it. The knowledge here is great, but not everyone can master it. Even so, she can still see Mo Yanshen's broken hand at a glance.

Tsk, I should lose.

Xia Qingran nodded, happy to hear about Mo Yanshen's misfortune, but there was a slightly regretful expression on her face, looking weak and pitiful: "I don't understand, otherwise I will definitely find a way to help Mo Yanshen."

They were not just conducting ordinary entertainment activities. Apart from the chips on the table, there were also deeper transactions implied. For example, in this arms transaction, Mo Yanshen needed what An Yuchen had in hand.

Poker is just icing on the cake. If Mo Yanshen loses, they will demand seventy-three profits.

"Miss Xia, I think you have misunderstood something. Young Master Mo lost. In theory, you should also belong to us..."

While An Yuchen was speaking, he clapped his hands, and immediately someone stepped forward and explained the rules to him.

There is also a lot of work nature involved in it. Of course, no one has told her about this kind of topic, and what they are talking about is just the "rules of wife-swapping".

Just listening to the name, there is a corrupt breath.

Xia Qingran has also been in contact with these things, of course she did not experience them personally, whether it is the upper class society or some hidden places, there are always some unseen unspoken rules.

No wonder Lusha sent her to this place.

It turned out that was the idea.

Xia Qingran originally wanted to disgust Mo Yanshen, but she didn't expect to disgust herself.

The so-called "wife" does not only refer to the wife, as long as it is a so-called female companion.

Sure enough, things of a kind flock together and people form groups.

She didn't want to put herself in it.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. What does Mo Yanshen's loss have to do with me? What do I need to do?" Xia Qingran scanned the people in this place and said softly.

She was unfamiliar with the place, so she tried to keep her tone as innocent as possible.

This kind of pure little white flowers is hard to see in their circle.

Sure enough, someone raised their eyebrows slightly, and said in a deceptive tone, "Don't worry, we won't sell you, and we will put you back tomorrow."

Snapped.

The glass hit the table hard.