when an angel falls in love with a devil

One night a month later——

"Xue'er..." Deng Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled lowly.

"Why are you here? I'm at work!" Xue'er continued to be busy.

"I'm here because you're at work"

"What are you talking about?" Xue'er didn't really want to see Deng Feng.

"You go somewhere with me right now"

"I'm at work! How can I just walk with you?"

"If you don't go, you will regret it for the rest of your life." Deng Feng pretended to be mysterious.

"What's wrong with you tonight?" Xue'er felt that Deng Feng was making trouble for no reason.

"Xue'er, trust me, come with me," Deng Feng said anxiously.

"I'm sorry, I'm very busy now, please leave immediately." Xue'er looked displeased.

"He Zeyang, do you know him?" Deng Feng said those three words loudly on purpose.

Xue'er froze for a moment, raised her head, and looked at Deng Feng in surprise.

"What kind of person is she, do you know?"

"You actually went to investigate her!" Xue'er said angrily.

"Xue'er, you have been deceived by her all this time!"

"No, she won't lie to me." Xue'er believed in Zeyang.

"Then do you dare to go to the same place with me?" Deng Feng resorted to aggressive tactics.

"Where?" Xueer asked unconvinced.

Deng Feng didn't answer, but just looked at Xue'er with a half-smile.

Half an hour later, in the casino——

Deng Feng and Xueer entered the casino in disguise. Deng Feng took Xueer to sit in the last row in order not to reveal his identity.Not far from them, there was a person that Xue'er was so familiar with. Xue'er's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe that she could see her here.

"What's the matter? Gambling King" a man about 33 years old mocked.

"It's nothing, it's just money." Zeyang threw a box of money to the other party.

"Oh, I forgot, you have plenty of money!" The man smiled smugly.

"Yes, then do you want to gamble again?" Zeyang smiled lowly.

"Do you think I'll be fooled? Like that old guy? Don't think you're the only one who's smart, we're all fools!" The man stood up holding the box.

"Don't answer me in a hurry." After Ze Yang finished speaking, he clapped his hands.Suddenly, 10 tall and mighty men walked in from the door.

"What do you want to do? Don't admit defeat, want to play tricks?!" The man held a box of money tightly in his arms.

"Cousin Wenhua, you underestimate me too much. Don't say the 100 million you have in your arms is 1000 million or [-] million. As long as you have the ability to win against me, just take it," Zeyang said disdainfully.

"Then what do you mean?"

"Show him," Ze Yang ordered, and the men opened the boxes in their hands one by one.

"This..." Wen Hua looked at the boxes of money, his eyeballs were about to pop out.

"This is 1000 million, do you want it?" Ze Yang smiled softly.

"You can't gamble anymore!" At this moment, an old man in his sixties walked in from the door.

"Dad!" Wen Hua knew it was his father when he heard the voice.

"Uncle, you're here." Ze Yang greeted him.

"This is He Zeyang's uncle, Wen Qiang." Deng Feng turned his head and said to Xue'er.

Xue'er has been silent, so far, she doesn't believe what she sees in front of her eyes.

"Come back with me!" Wen Qiang ignored Zeyang, stepped forward to pull his son up and walked out.

"Don't!" Wen Hua shook off his father's hand, because the boxes of money were too tempting for him.

"What do you want!" Wen Qiang roared.

"Dad, have you seen the money over there? We won't be able to earn it in this life or the next life"

"Now you have the ability to make money?"

"Why not! I can win 10 million with 100, and I can win 100 million with 1000 million!" Wen Hua said with red eyes.

"You..." Seeing his son like this, Wen Qiang didn't know what to say.

"Uncle, we are our own family, playing cards, why are you always so angry?" Ze Yang handed over a cup of tea.

"He Zeyang, where did you sing?" Wen Qiang knew that since his sister died, they had no contact with each other, and Zeyang's sudden behavior made him feel that something was wrong.

"If uncle thinks I have bad intentions, I can ask someone to take you back now." Ze Yang put the tea on the table.

"What do you think, don't think I don't know?" Wen Qiang decided that there is nothing good in the world.

"Dad, don't be like this. My cousin said just now that we are our own family." Wenhua winked at his father.

"Whatever it is, you come with me now"

"No, if you want to go, go by yourself, I have to gamble again." Wenhua couldn't let go of this opportunity.

"You bastard," Wen Qiang said angrily.

"Uncle, don't be angry. Come, sit here." Zeyang asked Qiangzi to place a stool in front of the gaming table.

"What are you doing?" Wen Qiang didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Zeyang's gourd.

"I can make an exception and let you watch the battle." Ze Yang handed over a cup of tea again.

Seeing his son's red eyes, Wen Qiang reluctantly took the tea offered by Zeyang, and sat on the stool anxiously.

"Okay, we can start now," Wen Hua said excitedly.

"Wait" Zeyang beckoned, and Qiangzi handed an agreement to Wenhua.

"What is this?" Wenhua took the agreement and looked at it carefully. When he saw the last item, his hands began to tremble.

"What's wrong?" Wen Qiang guessed from his son's expression that this was a special agreement.

"If I lose, will I lose my hands?" Wen Hua looked at Ze Yang with terrified eyes.