The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

In just one cigarette, Shen Yajun left and returned.

Lin Weiwei lost 16.

If she wins, it's Shen Yajun's, and if she loses, it's Lin Weiwei's. If Lin Weiwei really wins, she won't get it in her pocket, and Shen Yajun's opinion of Lin Weiwei may not change, not to mention offending those three. personal.

Ling Weiwei is stupid, but Lin Weiwei is not.

The light in his eyes turned slightly, and Shen Yajun went to stand beside Lin Weiwei.

After a lap, Shen Yajun shook his head and laughed, "Weiwei, I've been walking for so long, and you haven't practiced your card skills at all."

Lin smiled slightly and got up, Shen Yajun patted her on the shoulder to signal her to sit down, and then glanced at the person next to her.

The man wisely got up and left, and Shen Yajun took the opportunity to sit down, "Come on, let's start over."

The sound of the mahjong machine shuffling cards gradually sounded, and the people who had been paying attention to the movement here saw that the situation was calm, and gradually they were no longer as cautious as they were when they first came here.

Singing K, shaking dice, and fighting wine, soon, the private room became lively.

Touching and playing cards, Lin Weiwei smiled softly: "Sister Yajun, you know that my card skills are as bad as my drinking capacity, and I'm afraid I won't be able to practice them in this life."

Shen Yajun raised her eyebrows, noncommittal.

Looking up, Chu Hao was chatting with those two people. Although he was not as depressed as before, he was still excluded by others.

Facing Chu Hao's gaze and seeing the worry in the other's eyes, Lin Weiwei broke into a shallow smile.

One night, knowing that Shen Yajun didn't just call her here to play cards, Lin Weiwei's heart was still hanging, but Shen Yajun was really calm and didn't say a word.

When it was close to 12 o'clock, when Shen Yajun pushed the cards and said that he would not play anymore, Lin Weiwei won all the 16 that he had previously exported, not to mention a small profit of more than 2.

"Yes, there is progress..."

Looking past Lin Weiwei's overturned card, Shen Yajun smiled and praised.

Lin Weiwei smiled embarrassedly, and let out a sigh of relief.

This is the first time she has played poker in 24 years as Lin Weiwei.

Lin Weiwei knows the rules of mahjong, and has socialized with Leng Jinran a few times, and watched it a few times, coupled with Lin Weiwei's quick mind, now, only by the cards played by the other party, she can quickly It's easy to figure out what the other three people are confused about.

It is not easy to win, but it is very simple to lose.

Fortunately, they are all mahjong machines now, so there is no need to rub the mahjong manually, otherwise, she will be exposed as soon as she makes a move.

The card game was over, and the person who sang K also stopped, ordered a few songs to start the original singing, and shrank carefully to the deck.

Shen Yajun poured a glass of wine and stuffed it into Lin Weiwei's hands, "Weiwei, I'm very happy for you when you go back to Ling's. I wish you success with this glass of wine."

With a cry of "coming" in his heart, Lin smiled slightly to thank him, and drank the glass of wine with his head raised.

"But Weiwei..."

Shen Yajun poured another glass, and his eyes fell on the three of Chu Hao, "Being a man, you must be authentic. I don't blame you for not paying attention to what I entrusted to you before I left. But you took Chu Hao away What do they mean?"

"Do you look down on those other brothers and sisters, or do you look down on me, Shen Yajun?"

At the end of the story, Shen Yajun's face no longer had the smile just now.

"Sister Yajun, it has nothing to do with Weiwei, it's me..."

After being aggrieved all night, and finally started to talk about it, Chu Hao couldn't sit still and stood up.

But before Chu Hao could finish his sentence, a bottle of foreign wine fell on his head and shattered in front of his toes.

The brown liquid seeped into the red carpet under his feet, as if a puddle of blood had melted. Chu Hao looked at Shen Yajun, with dancing flames in his eyes.