when an angel falls in love with a devil

Zeyang nodded with a smile.

"Cousin, this..." Wen Hua said while looking at his father.

"He Zeyang, this is your ultimate goal." Wen Qiang stood up.

"Uncle, this is just one of my rules."

"That's it? It's just one of yours, my son has lost both hands."

"If he wins, he will get money that his hands can't earn in a few lifetimes." Ze Yang smiled and lit a cigarette.

"No, the stakes are too high." Wen Qiang couldn't let his son become a useless person.

"Hehe..." Zeyang laughed a few times, "If you want to win money but don't want to bet, there will be such a good thing in the world?"

"No matter what you say, we won't gamble anymore," Wen Qiang said while forcibly pulling his son away.

"Dad!" Wenhua yelled.

"Come home with me!"

"I bet!" Wen Hua had made up his mind.

"You're crazy, don't keep thinking about winning, what if you lose!"

"Dad, my cousin is right. If you don't gamble, you will never have a chance. Besides..." Wen Hua saw that Ze Yang had always been respectful to his father, and that everyone was relatives.In case of really losing, it would be a big deal to lose the money, but you should be able to keep it with both hands.

"What more?" Wen Qiang didn't know what his son was planning.

Wenhua looked at Zeyang, then at his father, took the agreement from Qiangzi, and signed his name on it.

"Don't..." Wen Qiang just wanted to stop it, but it was too late.He could only shake his head helplessly.

"Okay!" Zeyang stood up, signed the agreement and said with a smile: "Now you can start, if you win later, the money will be yours."

"Okay..." Wenhua looked back at the money excitedly.

Deng Feng looked at Xue'er from time to time, he knew that the fun had just begun.

Xue'er has been staring at Ze Yang, she feels that all this is not real, like a dream.A very real dream.

Not long after the game started, Wen Hua listened to the cards.

"You have touched three cards, and they are all prefixes. Do you still touch this one?" Ze Yang waved a Dong character in front of Wen Hua's eyes.

Wenhua didn't make a sound, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

"It's useless if I ask for it, I'll give it to you." Zeyang played the Dongfeng card.

"Touch!" Wen Hua shouted excitedly.

"Hehe, cousin, I can hear you without being so loud." Zeyang knew that Wenhua wanted this card.

Wen Qiang has touched four strokes now, he looked at the [-] and [-] in his hand, struggled for a while, he hit [-], and only listened to [-].

"Twenty thousand? Then you have either ten thousand, thirty thousand, or forty thousand in your hand." Ze Yang took a puff of cigarette and thought for a while, "That's ten thousand."

"Hehe, cousin, how can you be sure?" Wenhua didn't expect Zeyang to guess his cards so quickly and accurately.

"I guess." Zeyang smiled lowly.

"As expected of the king of gambling," Wen Hua thought to himself.He held the cards tightly in his hand, praying in his heart.

Wen Qiang sat next to him and sweated anxiously. He didn't know why, but he always felt uneasy.

After a few laps, Ze Yang suddenly smiled mysteriously, and put the cards he had just drawn on the table.

"Ten thousand?!" When Wenhua saw the card, he was so excited, he wished he had drawn it himself.

"Do you really want this card?" Zeyang asked intentionally.

"Hehe..." Wenhua laughed awkwardly.He kept shouting in his heart: "Shoot it out, hit it out!"

"Uncle, what should we do?" Zeyang turned to look at Wen Qiang and asked.

"If you don't want it, just type it out." Seeing his son's expression, Wen Qiang guessed that he wanted [-].

"Both of you father and son want me to play this card?" Ze Yang said with a smile.

Wenhua felt his heart beating faster and faster. He wished that Zeyang could play that card, so that he would win and the money would be his own.If you get rich overnight, are you afraid that there will be no women to follow?While thinking about it, he kept swallowing his saliva, staring intently at Ten Wan in front of Zeyang.

"Hehe, it's a pity." Zeyang poured all the cards down.

"Seven pairs in one color!!!" After Wenhua said these words in despair, the cards he held tightly fell on the table, and he was paralyzed.

"It's over." The teacup in Wen Qiang's hand fell to the ground and broke in half.

"I'm sorry, cousin," Ze Yang smiled triumphantly.

The result was expected by Deng Feng, because Ze Yang had been investigated very clearly before he came.Anyone who signed the agreement never won.

In Xue'er's mind, she didn't want Zeyang to win, because it would mean that the opponent lost a pair of hands.However, she believed that Ze Yang would not really do this, definitely not.

"Okay, now I've won, Qiangzi." Sitting at the other end, Zeyang gave orders ruthlessly.

"Yes" Qiangzi walked towards Wenhua with two men.

"No, don't touch my son!" Wen Qiang rushed up, but was pushed to the ground.

"How can you treat my uncle like this, hurry up and help him up," Zeyang blamed.

"Yes" the two men helped Wen Qiang up.

"Zeyang, he is your cousin, how can you..." Wen Qiang staggered to Zeyang.

"Uncle, I can't help it either. I think you should know better than me the reason why you are willing to bet and admit defeat," Zeyang said coldly.

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, reminding Wen Qiang that he said the same thing to Ze Yang's mother that night 26 years ago.

"So you are here for revenge." Wen Qiang just came to his senses.

"Hehe" Zeyang stood up with a smile, and said in a low voice, "You only know now, isn't it too late?"