The heroine's brother is salted fish online

Song Zifeng has not been going well recently.

Specifically, it started when I met Lu Xiaolei in the cell of the police station that day.

First, he was taken out of the house by his cousin to take a prisoner and attended a family dinner. Then at the dinner table, he was sued by his mother for playing a band and not doing his job properly. Finally, the military grandfather said lightly to his cousin, "I'll leave it to you. "After that, his band members had accidents at home one after another for no reason, and quit the band, while he was shaved to the bone and forced to go to a cram school, planning to apply for studying abroad in a year.

After finally going to a reception, I was forced to send a bad-tempered young lady home. After sending the person off, I was blocked halfway. Fortunately, I was very good at driving and drove around the city in the middle of the night before I took the person away. Get rid of it.

And just now, my former bandmate came to ask me to borrow money, saying that I accidentally offended some important person and wanted to run away.

One by one, everything indicated that his life was not good, and Song Zifeng felt that he needed to worship God in the near future.

Today's cram school ended at four o'clock, who would have thought that as soon as he got home and opened the door, the servants would lead him to the fucking sun room.

Everyone knew that this was Miss Fang's living room.

Is there any visitor here?

As soon as he stepped into the greenhouse, he was shocked by the situation before him.

On the square mahjong table is my own mother on the front, on the left and right is my god-like cousin, and on the other side is the source of my recent misfortune.

I saw my own mother raised her head and saw herself, she immediately smiled, and said affectionately:

"Hi, dear son, you are back, we happen to be missing one of three."

Song Zifeng said that the cram school is still safe.

When Fang Lu was young, she was the leading socialite in C City. At that time, it was popular for ladies and wives to organize poetry clubs and music clubs, but she took a different approach and focused on studying the traditional skills of her country. After 20 years, she successfully practiced... a bad hand. Card.

Although her poker skills were not good, her enthusiasm remained undiminished. With the two magic weapons in her hands, Fang Lu was able to easily make up a poker match.

The first is one of her ivory dominoes, which is said to be a collection left over from the last century.

The second is Alan, the pastry chef at home. She was a famous chef who was recruited by Ms. Fang to make afternoon tea for herself in a Michelin restaurant. The taste is extremely authentic.

What is on the table now is Fang Lu's pair of ivory dominoes that have accompanied her in many years of fighting.

"Come on, come on, don't be polite, let's go crazy, make a lot of bets, I just asked for a lottery two days ago, saying that my gambling luck will change in the second half of the year, today I will come to see if the temple is working Spirit." Fang Lu cheerfully began to shuffle the cards.

"Mom, how many times have I told you that you won't be able to save your gambling luck with bad cards, why don't you believe it?" Song Zifeng looked helpless, but he was still shuffling the cards very honestly.

Just kidding, although he is not afraid of his mother, isn't there a great god sitting next to him?

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about? Just wait and see your mother and I will kill everyone today." Fang Lu rolled the dice after speaking.

Lu Xiaolei maintained the business model smile on his face, thinking about it in his heart.

Today he is here to solicit sponsorship. To put it bluntly, he is to accompany the client, to make people happy, and to talk about any business.

Fang Lu loves to play cards, and it is well known that her card skills are poor. There is only one way to make a person who always loses happy, and that is to let her win.

So today, he needs to lose, and lose without a trace.

So Lu Xiaolei rolled up his sleeves, revived his spirits, and prepared to win the heart of the benefactor again at the poker table... Ahhhh.

Unexpectedly, after walking for two laps, he realized that it seemed... that he was really losing all the time.

"Two biscuits."

"bump."

"In red."

"Bar."

"...a chicken."

"Zi Mo, I'm sorry, I'm fooling around again." Chu Xiao pushed down the cards in front of him apologetically.

Everyone looked closely, and the three pictures were pale, □□.

Fang Lu on the side angrily pushed down the cards in front of her, pointed at Chu Xiao and said angrily: "Every time I play cards with you, it's like this, and you still let no one play. Tell me honestly, are you cheating?"

Chu Xiao smiled helplessly: "Auntie, you are joking again, I am afraid that it is hard for anyone to be willing to spend money on your top-quality ivory dominoes, right?"

Fang Lu handed over the chips reluctantly: "But you win every time, isn't it a bit too nonsense?"

Throwing a handful of chips on the poker table with a splash, it can be seen how indignant the mood is.

Chu smiled with ease, and started to shuffle the cards: "This is what you play cards for." He pointed to his head, "It's not about luck."

And Lu Xiaolei stared at Chu Xiao on his right hand, the smile on his face couldn't be maintained any longer.

It's not about being able to feed cards to Fang Lu without a trace at all, but about being tortured by blood all the time, okay?

The first one was Fang Lu firing the cannon, the second one was firing the cannon herself, and this one was Chu Xiaozimo.

Hehe, □□88 times, double it again.

After ten laps, Lu Xiaolei bottomed out his chip box.

This fucking isn't here to solicit investment at all, but to distribute money, right?

By the way, he seems to have forgotten to ask how old these people are.

The child Song Zifeng on the side looked at Lu Xiaolei's face turned cloudy, and couldn't help saying: "Are you really good at playing? If this continues, you will lose even your pants to my cousin."

Lu Xiaolei took a deep breath, and with an amiable smile on his face, he said to Song Zifeng: "I swear that I will, at least before today, I was still known as the little prince of mahjong in the northeast mahjong world."

"Pfft—" Fang Lu took a sip of black tea and poured water on the flowers. Lu Xiaolei estimated that the poppies might turn into ugly people tomorrow morning.

"Northeast Mahjong?" Song Zifeng was startled, "But we are playing Guangdong Mahjong."

Lu Xiaolei shrugged: "So it's like this."

Fang Lu took out a piece of paper from her side, gracefully wiped off the water stains on her lips, and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Xiaolu, sister doesn't know about this, or, let's pretend that we are having fun today, it doesn't count How are the chips?"

Lu Xiaolei played with a piece of chicken in his hand, and smiled sweetly at Fang Lu: "How can it be, since sister Lu said today that she wants to change luck, how can I lose the chain, just play, if I lose all my money, there are still people Isn't it?"

Seeing his determination, Fang Lu couldn't persuade him anymore, after all, playing mahjong would be meaningless without betting.

Chu Xiao smiled and said, "Then I'll wait for how Young Master Lu loses himself to me."

Lu Xiaolei gritted his fine teeth: "Just wait."

After finishing speaking, he pushed the mahjong in front of him like a rainbow:

"Shuffle!"

The author has something to say: I didn't even guess that it was cute Fengfeng, what's going on, brother, it seems that the hostess left too much resentment.

Fang Lu is completely the direct descendant of Mr. Chu, so how could it be possible for the hero and heroine to play tricks.

I won't tell you that there are still ten chapters away from the plot of Leilei's second drunkenness and cohabitation. If I can follow the V, I will explode and the flag will fly.