Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Backfired.

Lin Hu looked at the audience and said, "No! You can make up the money. But the people who came to the third floor today are all regular customers. If you anger them, the consequences will be even more disastrous. You must take part in this bet."

"However, for the sake of 40 million, I can help you...try not to be disabled."

Song Weiyu's eyes showed coldness, and he tried to remain calm: "I would like to hear the details."

"You need to roll the dice yourself, there's no way to cheat! You can only tamper with the sticks. I can ask the dealer to cheat and give you the stick with the lowest damage level. Don't worry, you won't be disabled."

If you really have no other choice, this is the only solution.

Song Weiyu had no choice but to reach a cooperation agreement with him. Lin Hu took two steps and turned back, smiling evilly: "Forty million, go abroad, and get it to me within two days."

When she went on stage, the dealer winked at her secretly and smiled meaningfully.

Reaching his hand into the lottery barrel, Song Weiyu clearly felt a stick stuck to the wall of the barrel. That should be it, and he pulled it out with a little force.

The dealer took it and opened his mouth in amazement, "Oh, beautiful women are always the luckiest. You actually got the cheapest chips."

【nail】

Song Weiyu frowned in confusion. Fingernails? This is also considered a bargaining chip?

Seeing her innocent expression, someone in the audience laughed out loud, "It's not nail cutting, it's nail pulling! And it's not done until all ten nails are pulled out!"

拔？

Song Weiyu felt like he was doused with ice water, feeling cold from head to toe.

When rolling the dice, she wanted to use all her luck, but then she changed her mind and muttered to herself, "It's better not to use all my luck. I'll keep 80% of my luck to find an antidote for Fu Haitang."

12:11.

She was 11 and lost.

Lin Hu spat at the wall: "Damn it, it's useless. You can't even throw the dice."

Zhao Han actually smiled a little, but when she looked at Song Weiyu's slender white hands, her smile disappeared instantly. She was still wearing a wedding ring?

The shining wedding ring stimulated Zhao Han.

She walked towards the gambling table in her high heels, and the dull sound between her heels and the ground was like a death note, "Get out of the way! I'll do it!"

Zhao Han grinned, took the curved-nosed pliers, and under the incandescent light, her face, which was thickly powdered, looked like she was wearing a strange mask.

"Hold her hand for me!"

Two tall men jumped up immediately and grabbed Song Weiyu's wrists tightly with their rough and heavy hands. Her wrists were so delicate that she couldn't even move.

Zhao Han held a pair of curved-nosed pliers and moved them back and forth across her well-maintained nails, tapping here and there.

"Even her nails are so beautiful, no wonder Fu Haitang is so petite. Which finger should we start with~"

Song Weiyu stared at her intently, not to provoke her, but to try to find out from Zhao Han why she had changed so much in the past ten days.

She always felt that this matter seemed to be related to Fu Haitang.

"Zhao Han, why did you suddenly become ugly?" she asked deliberately provocatively.

Zhao Han was stunned, and slapped her hard, this time hitting her on the left side of the face...

"Ugly? If Fu Haitang hadn't drugged me, how could I have gotten... " She suddenly stopped talking, gritting her teeth and staring at Song Weiyu with her cloudy, bloodshot eyes.

Song Weiyu's left ear was almost deafened by the shock, but he didn't take it to heart. He kept thinking about Zhao Han's words in his heart.

The fact that Fu Haitang gave her the drug showed that he had known for a long time that there was something wrong with the drug.

Where did Han Guanshan get this medicine, and how did he get it to Fu Haitang?

He is so smart and vigilant, why would he be framed?

She suddenly remembered that for such a long time, she had not investigated how Fu Haitang became addicted to this addictive drug.

Perhaps only Li He knows the ins and outs of this matter.

"what!!"

His thoughts were interrupted by the severe pain, and Song Weiyu looked at his fingers.

Zhao Han was pinching the nail of her right ring finger with a pair of pliers, her face twisted with a smile, "Then let's start with the finger where you wear your wedding ring!"

Pulling out nails is not an easy task, not to mention that Zhao Han deliberately tortured her by pulling it hard and lightly.

Blood oozes out from the bottom of the nail, instantly staining the entire nail. Just as it is about to be torn off, Zhao Han deliberately loosens the pliers and shakes his hands, "I'm tired, let's take a break before continuing."

Song Weiyu was in so much pain that his entire arm was numb. He was sweating all over and his hands couldn't stop shaking.

She lowered her head and bit her lips, mumbling to herself as if to comfort herself, "Hubby... it hurts..."

Lin Yu's personal subordinate hurriedly came around the corner and said to Lin Hu, "Chen Fang is here. Big brother asked us to bring Song Weiyu up to him for a look."

"What! Damn!" Lin Hu's heart tightened, fortunately he didn't make things difficult for Song Weiyu just now.

He shouted to the stage: "Stop pulling it out! Big brother asked us to bring the people up!"

The audience was not happy. "We have already bought tickets! What does the Second Master mean by this..."