You pervert! ! !

Zhao Chishen, who finally came to his senses, found a behavior that fit his princely temperament.

He slammed the door open again and shouted angrily, "What are you doing!"

Yu Heng frowned, stroked his chin, and slowly got up from the bed.

It hit Zhao Chenghuai's shoulder just now, almost knocking his teeth out.

"What are you doing..."

He felt pain when he spoke, "Your brother dances too badly, can this trip me up?"

Zhao Chenghuai lazily got up and sat on the edge of the bed, "You stepped on me first, okay?"

The two people dumped each other, and there was nothing ambiguous at first glance.

Zhao Chi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had crashed into something serious.

However, his mood to discuss cooperation with Yu Heng was temporarily dispersed, and more curiosity emerged.

"Why are you dancing in the room?"

"Isn't the dance floor after dinner?"

Yu Heng rubbed his chin and grinned, "Ask your brother to learn the rules of the dance, so as not to be embarrassing and get kicked out by the castle."

After making up his mind to go hunting, seeing Yu Heng who was next door Laowang, he didn't take the dinner to heart at all.

Games all over the world are ever-changing. He has never lost a game, so how could he fall into a game like a dinner party.

It was the ball and the hunt that he had to worry about.

Zhao Chenghuai sat on the edge of the bed, evoking a slight smile, "The dance is mainly about socializing, and it depends on whether the guests can be favored by the queen bee."

"Who is the queen bee?"

It was a high-end dance party that Zhao Chishen had never been in contact with.

Because the chicken was stuck at the dinner party, he lost in a mess, and had no chance to get in touch with the traditional ball of the nobles.

However, Zhao Chenghuai looked at him with a half-smile, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Brother, do you need to understand?"

The contempt was beyond words, Zhao Chi snorted coldly, and said, "I can't understand for Yu Heng!"

Yu Heng felt that the two brothers would quarrel if they stayed together.

The main reason is that Zhao Chishen doesn't look like an older brother at all, and always talks tit for tat with Zhao Chenghuai.

It's also a bit of a hindrance.

"Old Zhao, go out first." Yu Heng decided to clean up the scene and make the guest room quiet, "I have to ask your brother about the rules of the dance."

"Hasn't he never been to a ball?" Zhao Chishen strongly protested, "Yu Heng, you don't know who my brother is, if he deceives you and makes you fall into a big hole at the ball, you may die—" —”

"Zhao Chishen!"

Now it was Yu Heng's turn to get angry, "I know your brother's temper and personality very well."

"He has helped me take care of my child for several months. Is it your turn to talk?"

Zhao Chishen had been disconnected from his mobile phone and internet for several months in the castle, and was suddenly taken aback by what he said.

That kind of feeling of an old couple with children, draw a clear line directly.

He also thought that he and Yu Heng had millions of friendships, plus the friendship of the savior.

Thinking about it now, he has been a caveman isolated from the world for several months, and he has long been unable to keep up with the development of the times!

"Depend on!"

Zhao Chishen angrily slammed the door of the guest room, and finally returned to the solitude of Yu Heng and Zhao Chenghuai.

Zhao Chenghuai leaned lazily on the bed and said, "My brother is very petty."

Yu Heng sighed, "I know."

Isn't he stingy? Yu Heng still remembers being childish when he was fighting for the crown with his younger brother on the Black Star Cruise.

Zhao Chenghuai is satisfied with Yu Heng's eccentricity.

Zhao Chishen was worried about Yu Heng's personal safety in every sentence, but Yu Heng stood by his side and chose to trust "his own people" unconditionally.

He sat on the bed and squeezed his shoulders, staring at Yu Heng happily.

Yu Heng's chin was very soft, knocking on his shoulder, like a gentle reliance.

The gentle touch that hit him at that moment reminded him of the morning that Yu Heng would never want him to remember.

Zhao Cheng stood up with a smile and spread out his palms to invite.

"Are you still practicing?"

"practice!"

Yu Heng reached out and grabbed the bad brother's wrist, and lifted it up bluntly, "Put it on my shoulder, remember your female dance steps, and don't trip me again."

Zhao Chenghuai's female step.

Yu Heng was shorter than him, with his left palm around Zhao Chenghuai's thin waist, and his right hand holding Zhao Chenghuai's broad palm, counting the beats very seriously.

This kind of communication method that boring nobles like is simply a burden in Yu Heng's eyes.

He didn't understand why this group of people used to dance to communicate their feelings.

But if you want to pass the dance floor, you have to jump in front of the queen bee step by step to get her approval.

Zhao Chenghuai did not say what kind of person Queen Bee is.

But he briefly talked about the basic movements of the dance and the rules of changing partners, which already made Yu Heng feel extremely headache.

Dancing and playing a game of probability made Yu Heng suspicious.

"Bad brother, haven't you ever been to a dance?"

Zhao Chenghuai's female steps, with a little force on his wrist, he can push Yu Heng's steps back.

"But I've been to the dance."

He smiled, and the warm breath caressed Yu Heng's ears when he spoke, "The hunting ground will not raise me for ten years in vain. In addition to sending the living bills to the Black Star Group, I will also arrange for me to serve at the ball."

However, the service he is in charge of is to choose a game expert who has closed eyes among the guests, and play a game of his favorite game.

But Yu Heng was so sad and wept when he heard it, he thought that his younger brother was young, so he went to serve the plate and pour the wine.

The younger brother usually has a bit of a naughty taste, but Yu Heng is so mature and reliable at critical moments that he can rest assured.

He should have never enjoyed the happiness of the rich second generation since he was a child, and has been seeking life in a place like the hunting ground where good and bad people are mixed.

Thinking of this, Yu Heng raised his eyes and saw Zhao Chenghuai's gentle and bright smile.

"Actually, do you want to try your male step?"

Yu Heng seriously suggested, "I may need you to disassemble the movements step by step, otherwise I will be messed up again."

Zhao Chenghuai smiled, put his hand on Yu Heng's shoulder, and swept it down.

The dance steps are very smooth.

His palm could feel the warmth of Yu Heng's waistline and the heartbeat of Yu Heng's chest.

Those eyes lowered their gaze, gazing intently at his feet.

It seemed that Yu Heng's breath was spilling between his legs, forcing him to recall that wonderful morning.

Wearing shorts and shorts, Yu Heng bound his hands and feet to the bed.

His body was full of fragile beauty, and his irresistible reaction aroused his desire to explore more.

He even wanted to hold this hand, tie Yu Heng firmly to the head of the bed, and face him in an extremely humiliating posture.

He wanted to hear Yu Heng's moaning and begging for mercy, or to hold back his voice in shame and indignation, and provoke him with his stubborn eyes.

It must be more interesting than breaking Yu Heng's hands and feet.

Zhao Chenghuai held Yu Heng's palm, and suddenly raised his arm, forcing Yu Heng to raise his right hand high.

"Huh? Why?"

Yu Heng didn't understand the deep meaning of his action, and stopped his action with a confused expression.

Zhao Chenghuai let go of his hand with a smile and said, "I don't want you to go to the dance floor anymore."

"Why?" Yu Heng raised his eyebrows.

Zhao Chenghuai's smile was as gentle as ever, and his answer was as hurtful as ever, "You dance so badly, you will definitely step on the queen bee's feet."

Yu Heng raised his hand and gave him a shoulder, "Shut up, brother."

He has been studying hard.

The once-a-week dinner party became grand after a long absence.

The hunting ground on the cliffs of Siberia has been receiving guests non-stop since the early morning.

Zhao Chishen has never seen such a complete banquet after staying here for several months.

As a game rookie who has been defeated repeatedly, he walks in the banquet hall with a glass of wine, and many people already know him.

However, no one would greet him.

Zhao Chishen took a sip of his wine. The guests at the hunting ground were more snobbish than any social occasion he had been to.

If he couldn't beat them at the dinner party, he wouldn't even have a chance to talk.

Because these people are born arrogant and have their own capital.

Blonde hair, brown hair, black hair, who may be a capitalist from any country, hoping to get the approval of the castle owner through the dinner, and share the wealth.

He found a corner to sit as usual, and was going to see if there were any new guests tonight, to try his luck.

Suddenly, a familiar figure walked into the banquet hall.

Yu Heng felt extremely uncomfortable wearing the dress specially prepared by Zhao Chenghuai.

A black tuxedo and a small waistcoat and trousers are not as casual and comfortable as his own suit.

But Zhao Chenghuai said, it's so formal.

Thus, Yu Heng enjoyed the personal service of his bad brother once.

Button by button, crease by crease.

And the bow tie tightly wrapped around his neck was tied by the bad brother for him.

Zhao Chenghuai did it very skillfully.

Yu Heng wondered if he had often done such things during his ten years in the hunting ground.

Thinking of this, Yu Heng glanced at Zhao Chishen who was staring at him from the corner, and instantly became unhappy.

He is also the noble son of the Black Star Group.

Why is it that Zhao Chishen is so drunk on paper and money that he sits back and reaps the rewards.

The poor bad brother has to be in the hunting ground, groveling and humiliating to survive?

Yu Heng was pissed off by his own imagination.

Look away, too lazy to look at the naive prince.

Zhao Chenghuai confirmed the visitors in the banquet hall, walked up to Yu Heng, and asked in a low voice, "Yu Heng, which game do you want to start?"

The spacious banquet hall is completely a game field hidden on the Siberian cliff.

Yu Heng was shocked by the number of people attending the dinner, he thought it was just a game between the seven monarchs.

Now, facing the banquet hall with elegant music, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Start with Doug."

Duge has been very unlucky recently.

Ever since he failed in the duel with Nangong Ji, he lost his favorite pet because of violating the rules.

That brown bear was a fighting beast he specially found, and it took a lot of painstaking training to become the one that obeyed his orders.

In the end, with one word from Zhao Chenghuai, let him die without a place to bury him!

"Mr. Doug."

When Duge heard this gentle call, his gray eyes were full of anger, and he looked at the person coming.

The culprit who caused his obedient death appeared in front of him gracefully and calmly in a tuxedo.

"Heh." Duge sneered, and flipped over the poker in his hand.

The croupier excitedly announced Duge's victory, and by the way received the annoyance, frustration and congratulations from the guests at the same table.

Yu Heng saw clearly what he was playing, which was exclusively for casinos, Texas Hold'em.

No wonder this guy didn't want to accompany Nan Gongxi to finish a game of flying chess patiently.

Gambling is extremely strong.

Yu Heng saw him whisper a few words to the person in front of him, and the exchange of interests in this round ended successfully.

The game without chips and without papers runs stably under a kind of hidden rules.

The hunting ground involves more interests than Yu Heng imagined.

At least he heard that the things Duge won back were not place names that could be measured by money.

However, none of this matters.

Duge threw his poker to the croupier, and looked at Yu Heng with a pair of gray eyes contemptuously.

"I've heard people say that your nickname is Sparrow God, and you are all in one game of mahjong, and you hit every hit."

He knocked on the poker table meaningfully, "I don't know how you play poker."

The gameplay of poker is simple and complex.

Yu Heng knows the basic rules of Texas Hold'em, but he has never played it.

He smiled softly, and said truthfully: "I don't know how to play this very much."

Duge looked at him with a sneer.

Yu Heng said again: "However, if Andre can play with me, I can definitely beat you."

The miserable Andre felt that accidents happened in his innocent life, and it all started when he searched for his son.

Otherwise, how could he have offended Zhao Chenghuai and then Yu Heng.

One likes to inflict physical and mental damage on him, and the other inflicts physical damage on him and starts to inflict mental damage on him.

This is very bad.

Very disrespectful to him.

"I'm not interested in this kind of game." Andre said in a deep voice when he came to the poker table.

Duge picked up the wine glass sent by the attendant, "Did you save your arm because you lost to me in an oil field and had to fight me in the end?"

"Dealing cards." Andre looked at Duge with a knife-like gaze, "I hope you have a new pet, otherwise I will cut your throat off myself."

Yu Heng felt it.

Zhao Chenghuai definitely learned to be bad in the hunting ground.

These guys, relying on the fact that they speak Yenisei, a niche and unpopular language, cut their throats and arms crazily, thinking that he could not understand.

Unscrupulous.

A card table, two monarchs, obviously attracted the attention of many people.

As a strange guest, Yu Heng dared to compete at the same table with the monarch who has been immersed in the hunting ground all year round, which has aroused the curiosity of many people.

"Who is that? The Chinese brought by Zhao?"

"I don't know. Zhao's son has been losing, maybe he asked for help."

"This doesn't look like a helper." The guests looked at Zhao Chishen in the corner, "It seems that he won't be able to participate in the dinner this week."

The low-pitched and noisy discussions gradually gathered towards the poker table.

Qiao Marie, who was standing aside, laughed loudly and said, "That is a guest invited by the master of the castle. I heard that he is the God of China Sparrow, and he is victorious in every battle."

As a good monarch who is keen on gossip, Qiao Marie immediately spread the inside information to the audience.

After a while, in the entire banquet hall, guests from all over the world looked at Yu Heng with probing and calculating eyes.

It seems to start to think about how much benefit this Chinese sparrow god can win for himself.

The atmosphere of the surrounding games became enthusiastic and fierce because of the distribution of playing cards.

Each of them got two hole cards, and Yu Heng's back would be pierced by fiery eyes.

He thought he was really in some casino, and he was about to hold a showhand worth several hundred million yuan, and became the focus of the audience.

"Please bet."

The croupier gave a reminder, and the surrounding discussions quieted down, and they were about to watch the highlight of the table.

Andre snorted softly, "Bet Duge's hand."

Duge stared at him fiercely with gray eyes, "I bet on one of your legs!"

After listening to the bets of the two noble monarchs in silence, Yu Heng suddenly felt that the game was unplayable.

This tit-for-tat look is basically revenge and seeking revenge online.

Can't you bet on leapfrogs, push-ups, sit-ups, and the like?

Because of his silence, everyone's eyes came together.

They are all waiting, what will this strange and mysterious Chinese sparrow god bet on to be worthy of the hands and feet of a noble monarch.

"Yu Heng, what are you betting on?" Andre urged with a glimpse of his blue eyes.

"I'll bet..." Yu Heng was about to cooperate with them, so just bet on his eyes or something.

Suddenly, the people around him put their hands on the card table and gently interrupted his words.

Zhao Chenghuai smiled and said, "Bet on my life."

The author has something to say: Andre: I can't afford it.

Duge: Why not bet on Yu Heng's life? !

Zhao Chenghuai: I am willing.