Against the current Hengdao

Yan Xiaodao has entered the village, and the next third game is already a last stand for You Zong.

You Haodong knew that there was nothing left to do, instead he kept his flag down, as if to relieve his depression and vent his anger, every time he played a card, he would move the cards to the person lying on the table, stacking the discarded cards neatly on Ling He's chest one by one .

In the room, only the crisp sound of drawing cards and playing cards was heard, and no one spoke.This situation seemed a bit perverted, Ling He's chest was barely covered, and two rows of mahjong tiles were neatly stacked on his chest under his collarbone.

Ling He looked up at the ceiling, he didn't bother to move his hands and feet, and this time he didn't draw any small pictures for Yan Xiaodao with his fingers, but the corners of his mouth still had rippling lips.This person feels that he looks different from ordinary people, he treats such humiliation in public as nothing, with no sense of shame and humiliation on his face, he doesn't even care about a hair of his surname You.

Watanabe Yangshan carried him to the gambling table to humiliate him and make him look dirty and lewd.

However, none of the people present seemed to be able to seduce him, they were all stung by him, and they didn't know how to start their mouths at him.

In the blink of an eye, there were several rounds of card drawing, and everything that should be eaten and touched has come.

Jian Mingjue has been sidelined for a long time, and he didn't come here because he wanted to win the game. He didn't mean to drink, so he leaned over and winked at Yan Xiaodao: "Tsk, the beautiful scenery in spring is delicious..."

Yan Xiaodao smiled back at him: "Brother Jian, can you do it?"

Jian Mingjue shook his head violently, grinning so much that his jaw almost fell into the tea mug: "I really can't say anything, but I really want to do it!"

The man's eyes turned: "The beauty is on the side, let's play a small lottery, otherwise there can only be one winner at the end of this table, and the others will stare.

"If one of us ate or touched him for a moment, how about taking off a piece of clothing on him? Hehe..."

……

When Mai Yunliang heard this, his reaction was greater than Ling He's, his eyes quickly darkened, and the red eyes made his handsome face fall into a kind of sadness and grief that others could not explain clearly.It's just that this grief and anger was forcibly swallowed and suppressed down the throat, causing the chest to rise and fall uncomfortably. It seemed that he was unwilling to participate in such a scene, or that he had a sympathy with Mr. Ling in front of him, or more like Feeling ashamed and unable to live with myself.

You Haodong put another card on Ling He's body, almost reaching his navel, when he suddenly said agitatedly: "Boss Jian, play the card quickly, do you still want to win?!"

"Okay, okay..." Jian Mingjue smiled shamelessly, "Don't waste your time, whoever wins this round will 'feed' a mahjong tile to Mr. Ling for a taste."

Ling He sneered, and glanced at Jian Mingjue from the corner of his eyes with the smoky effect: "It seems that you can take it?"

Mai Yunliang was almost sweating on his forehead, his nerve center was hit by some very unpleasant memories, his expression was very uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but want to sit on the table and retch.

Jian Mingjue said this because the cards in his hand were stopped, and he also held a kong with [-] to [-].

Yan Xiaodao can understand human and nonsense, knows what dirty tricks Jian's second child is thinking about, and also knows that the other party is holding his luck and wants to draw!

He really wanted to crush the cards in his hand with his fingers. He had played this round of cards long enough, and it was almost time to close the table.

Ling He turned towards him with a smile on his face, his jade-colored eyes attracted his gaze with a swirling magnetic force, he didn't make a sound, but said everything, silently said to his lips: Yan! Xiaodao, whether I can get out of this room depends on the deck of cards in your hand.

……

Yan Xiaodao suddenly lowered his eyelashes, and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket as if nothing had happened.

This action is unusual in a casino, and others immediately noticed it, and You Haodong said coldly, "Did you make a fool of yourself?"

Yan Xiaodao raised his eyes and said innocently: "How could it be? No one can see your cards."

Behind You Haodong stood only his own bodyguards, and there were not one or two other people waiting in the room.

Yan Xiaodao casually sent a message with a color picture, and then put the phone away: "Give my friend Liang Youhui outside a word to appease, otherwise I will think that I have been hacked and can't make a sound."

You Haodong glared hard, obviously not believing it, and he couldn't go up to grab the phone.

Jian Mingjue found that his suit pocket vibrated slightly twice, so he subconsciously took out his phone.

You Haodong was speechless, he tossed his cards irritably, these two people are fucking playing tricks, they are too thick-skinned!

Jian Mingjue looked down and read a text message: [The two people who entered Room 22 of Baiyue Atrium Hotel at 05:1608 on the night of the [-]th of this month looked very familiar, please Mr. Jian to help me identify them. 】

Followed by a picture of the back of a man and a woman glued into a double stick, the date, time, characters, scenes and house numbers on the photo are absolutely amazing.

Jian Mingjue suddenly raised his head and stared at Yan Xiaodao.

The corners of his mouth trembled wildly, this time the mandibular joint really couldn't hold his long chin, and he was about to fall to the floor beside his feet!

Stared at it for a full minute without making a sound.

Jian Mingjue's face turned from yellow to white, then purple red, and finally back to the original yellow. This face is also like a chameleon. It has long been indomitable and tempered into steel.

OK, very good.

Yan Xiaodao, you have kindness.

Jian Mingjue silently pointed at Yan Xiaodao, put his chin back on himself, and threw his cards to disarm.Yan Xiaodao reciprocated by giving the other party a simple and friendly smile that turned an enemy into a friend, and shrugged.

Also gave up.

This matter is really not in Yan Xiaodao's plan, he thinks it is unnecessary.He doesn't want to get involved in the rotten lice of the Jian family at all. He has no grievances with Jian Mingjue, and he has a good friendship with Chairman Jian Mingxun. He shouldn't be like this.

Why did he do this?

There was no plan, maybe it was because of a soft heart at that time and couldn't bear it, maybe it was a certain obscene sentence from Jian Mingjue that stimulated him... Or maybe it was Ling He's deep look at him, like the legendary "Piercing Flowers and Flushing Willows." His weakness.

Jian Mingjue threw out the [-] he had found, with a sad expression on his face.

Yan Xiaodao pushed the card again, and took the [-] that his comrades in the same trench fired for him.

"Wait, Boss Yan!" Jian Mingjue suddenly grabbed Yan Xiaodao's arm and pressed his hand holding the [-] yuan card, "What was the deal just now? Whoever wins the card in this game will give it to Mr. Ling." 'Feed' this card in and let him 'eat' it."

This is the most boring game played by the rich and dissolute boys when they gather in the Fengyue place for entertainment. As for whether it is a tennis ball, a golf ball, or a mahjong tile, it depends on whether there is a tennis ball or a mahjong tile at hand. A golf ball, or a mahjong tile.

For these people, putting a small and exquisite mahjong tile means that your brother loves you, pampers you, and praises you. It is much smaller than a golf ball, right?

Yan Xiaodao took back the [-] piece, played with it in his hands, stood up, and leaned over the table.

Mai Yunliang lowered his head at this moment, unwilling to raise his eyes to see the scene of torture and obscenity for fun.

Yan Xiaodao's eyes followed Ling He's chest and neck all the way, and finally met each other's eyes, turned over this stunning face, gently pinched Ling He's chin to make him open his mouth, placed the card on Ling He's lower lip, and bit up.

……

Mai Yunliang was stunned when he looked up in despair, and silently turned into a stone statue amidst the noise in the room, he couldn't help but look at Yan Xiaodao several times.

"Hahaha..." Jian Mingjue laughed helplessly three times, "Mr. Yan is really a master of love, he is so tender and tender to buy people's hearts, even the poisonous snake's fangs have been pulled out by you... Hahaha, I admire, admire Brother, I have taken it today!"

Jian Mingjue is a wallflower with both sides, and there is no need to offend the people on both sides. At this time, he spread his hands at the outraged You Haodong: "Oh--You Boss, Brother You, winning or losing is a common thing at the gambling table, do you want to win?" Various characters, a deck of poker in my hand..."

You Haodong knew that there must be a ghost between Yan Xiaodao and Jian's second child, and they secretly communicated with each other under the card table, but what can be done?

A round of cards has not been drawn yet, but there is no need to play the following rounds, Yan Xiaodao is sure to win.

You Haodong knew that he had suffered a crushing defeat today, and the situation was over, and it would be even more embarrassing to him if he continued to pester him. He used to come and go to the "Cloud" frequently, he was a regular customer, but this trip was indeed sent by his father, otherwise he would not have known about the "big fish".

It was his father who asked him to bring people on board to find out the reality of Mr. Ling. If he can catch it, he can catch it. If he can't catch it, don't let it fall into other people's hands.

Now I definitely can't hold Linghe, but I can't lose the style of my son and grandson, otherwise I will make people laugh if I say it out. He is a decent descendant of the second-in-command family in the dignified city, and he can't do that bitch-bred thug under Lord Qi's hands. ?You Haodong put on brown sunglasses, withdrew from the table with a sullen face, and led the bodyguards behind him, but at the same time, he made a sinister trick, flipped the table from below, and knocked over the big mahjong table!

The person lying on the table was caught off guard.

Ling He didn't have the slightest chance to parry, when the table suddenly stood upright and he was thrown to the ground, he still stubbornly tried to support it with his hands.

This square solid wood table is quite heavy, it is the best Sumatra mahogany wood. You Haodong is not afraid to stretch his shoulder joints and waist. go down.

Yan Xiaodao was within five steps, without any hesitation at all, he bowed up and caught the man with his shoulders before Ling He landed.Ling He was like a boneless shadow puppet, every centimeter of his tall figure fell onto his shoulders, and his legs finally fell off, hitting the ground like a heavy hammer, with a "bang", it sounded astonishing. pain.

Yan Xiaodao's other arm blocked the square table that fell heavily, and Chun's right elbow visibly shook, but he held on.Scattered sawdust splashed everywhere, flying in the light of the dark room, and a pile of dominoes fell from the sky and fell on the two of them...

Yan Xiaodao noticed something wrong at this time, in fact, he had already noticed that Ling He was given medicine?Like being half paralyzed.

Ling He's hands were very hard to grab his arm, his nails almost dug into his flesh, and he tried his best to move his body, but he didn't move at all.

Jian Mingjue glanced at it, and said pitifully, "It's a pity, Mr. Yan, why haven't you seen it yet?"

Yan Xiaodao: "What?"

Jian Mingjue acted as a prophet again: "This man is a paralyzed man with no legs."

"..." Yan Xiaodao paused, even though he had been suspicious for a long time, he still felt a little bit in his heart and then fell into a vast ocean of confusion—legs are crippled?

This Mr. Ling has a eccentric temperament, his thin lips are tightly closed when he is not speaking, his whole body is covered with a layer of thorny fangs and thorns, which is too inconsistent with the feeling of the weak and useless lower body, and it is impossible to associate it with it.

Ling He's face was close to Yan Xiaodao, scrutinizing his emotional changes.Ling He seemed to show humiliation, desolation and paleness for a moment, but that expression of weakness faded between his brows in an instant, and a low-pitched voice entered his eardrums: "Disappointed? Do you want to scold someone? It seems that tonight was a waste of time, and I made a piece of trash... Yan Boss."

Jian Mingjue sighed smartly: "Alas, nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in this world. A big diamond that looks flawless, what a thing, it is missing a corner, and there is a hole underneath! Look at the face and you will be fascinated, look at it." The back of your face scares you to death! Mr. Yan, I also heard that he has been disabled for a long time. "

Watanabe Yangshan, whose oxygen mask was crooked, finally found a strong psychological comfort at the last moment, and echoed Jane's second message: "Yes, he is a useless cripple... No matter how powerful he is, he is also a cripple. Hehehe..."

You Haodong hurriedly found the steps himself, and flicked his proud rooster's tail: "Mr. Yan made a waste after all his efforts? Who the hell cares about a paralyzed man, you can take it away."

Yan Xiaodao carried Ling He with half his shoulders. He was really alone, and the people around him were watching him, neither advancing nor retreating, standing all over the room.

Young Master Liang Youhui, who has always been kind and generous, probably just finished supper at this time, and ran back worryingly, and pushed the door open: "Xiaodao, have you finished drawing cards?"

Yan Xiaodao could be regarded as seeing a helper, and quickly dispatched work: "Youhui, help me carry this person out!"

He turned back to the casino owner and said, "Mr. Watanabe, thank you for fulfilling today's matter. The things we agreed on are still counted. I will give you a penny. I will talk to you about the sale of ships in the port when I have time."

It was the first time for Liang Youhui to see Mr. Ling, before he could see his nose clearly, he was startled by Yan Xiaodao's order: "I, I will carry him?"

Yan Xiaodao took it for granted: "He can't go, of course you carry it."

Liang Youhui: "I...ah? Why do you want me to carry him?!"

Young Master Liang felt that this unreasonable request was simply nonsense.It's not that he's not enthusiastic enough to be chivalrous, and it's not that he doesn't want to help those in need. It's okay to let him dump a wad of money, it's okay to let him write a check, and it's okay to let him carry a living person, no, yes, yes!Because he was born in a wealthy family and was spoiled and spoiled by the weak and coquettish Young Master Liang, he never betrayed anyone.

Moreover, Liang Youhui is not very tall, about 177 cm.

Mr. Ling, who was lying on the ground, was at least 183 centimeters by visual measurement, although he had never compared it side by side with anyone.Liang Youhui thought that no matter how beautiful this guy was, he was still a giant sack of potatoes, so clumsy in size that he would never be able to carry it on his back.

Why did Yan Xiaodao ask Liang Youhui to betray him?

From this private gambling room, you have to go through several doors, and go through a long passage with twists and turns before you can get out of the casino.There were people standing on both sides in front of him, and the unidentified man in black swayed, his face and identity were unpredictable.

Watanabe Yangshan wants to keep Linghe.

You Haodong wants to keep Linghe.

In fact, Jian Mingjue really wanted to keep Linghe.

All these people standing in the way of the road all around have ulterior motives and have their own ulterior motives.

If Yan Xiaodao was alone, he could walk out of this casino without any doubt, and there would be absolutely no one around who would dare to fight him.

But how could he escape from this place with Mr. Ling who couldn't even walk a step and completely relied on his protection?

Yan Xiaodao turned his head and stared at Watanabe Yangshan.He wanted to yank the old guy out of the wheelchair and throw him on the couch, he needed the wheelchair.

But at this time, Ling He propped up his upper body with his elbows, grabbed Yan Xiaodao's trousers, and looked up at him earnestly.This person seemed to know what Yan Xiaodao was thinking about, and said incredulously: "I don't sit in that old coffin's wheelchair.

"I don't need others to carry me, I can't trust anyone with stupid hands and feet, and scorpions stinging the ground.

"Mr. Yan, I want you to carry me on your back."