Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

Sometimes, before Song Weiyi could tell her which card it was, she had already played it quickly.

"Three barrels, Hu, all the same color."

"Eight of a kind, Hu, seven small pairs."

"Sorry, fifty thousand, a bargain... a bargain."

Just as Song Weiyi said, the novice had good luck. Qiao Zhichu won three games in a row, all of which were big wins, and she made a lot of money.

No one can resist the joy of winning money, including Qiao Zhichu.

All the unhappiness and bad mood she had felt before were gone. She even turned around to talk to Song Weiyi, her tone full of pride: "Look, when I came on stage, you only had a few chips left, and now your drawers are full."

The person next to him said, "Boss Song, your secretary is not ordinary. He can drink and play cards."

"Just good luck."

Reshuffle the cards and play another round.

Qiao Zhichu picked up the cards and was concentrating on arranging them when she felt a warmth on her back. It was Song Weiyi's chest pressing against her back.

She froze, feeling a little panicked.

What does he want to do?

Song Weiyi's hands passed through her waist and landed on the card table: "I'll teach you this game."

He shuffled all the cards she had arranged, even taking apart the pair of ninety thousand, and the cards were suddenly unrecognizable.

Then, he put his hand on her waist: "Ninety thousand."

Qiao Zhichu did as she was told.

With Song Weiyi's "guidance", soon, not only were the chips that Qiao Zhichu had just won lost, but all the chips in the drawer were empty.

"I'm not good at playing cards, and my luck isn't good either." Song Weiyi supported his forehead with his hand, "Let's stop here today."

While the others were away, Qiao Zhichu asked quietly, "How much is one chip?"

"One hundred thousand."

She took a deep breath. Then, just now...

"Are you heartbroken?" Song Weiyi asked, "It's not like I lost your money."

But Qiao Zhichu calculated and said, "So, how many millions did I win from those three consecutive wins?"

He answered casually, "Probably."

"Mr. Song, you lost millions of dollars from me, you have to give me an explanation anyway."

Hearing Qiao Zhichu's logic, he actually laughed: "If you win, it becomes yours?"

Qiao Zhichu replied: "Not only did I win, but Mr. Song later used me to lose all the money. I have to bear the losses and wins, so I have to bear the losses."

There was a smart light in her eyes, and she came closer to him with a sly smile at the corner of her eyes.

Song Weiyi raised his hand and stroked her chin: "What do you want?"

His tone was quite calm, as if he had known she would make the request.

In this card game, Song Weiyi clearly came here to give away money. Although he lost in name, he actually gained a lot of connections.

Qiao Zhichu's presence in the card game is just a spice.

Qiao Zhichu thought for a moment and said, "I lost my job as a resident singer and I'm about to graduate. I wonder if Mr. Song's company is short of people?"

"So, you want to join Si's."

She raised her head and moved closer, her nose almost touching his: "Or, Mr. Song, let me take the position of secretary."

Qiao Zhichu held her breath slightly, fearing that Song Weiyi would refuse.

This was a great opportunity to get closer to him.

"It's not impossible." He looked into her eyes with his dark eyes, "Since you like this job so much."

"It is my honor to share the burden with Mr. Song."

"But," Song Weiyi sighed slightly, seeming a little embarrassed, "The Secretary's Office has educational requirements, the minimum requirement is a master's degree."