You Are My Gravity

Xu Mu smiled and said, "Hey, tell me, why did we bully you, playing cards, isn't it just a matter of your own card skills, your own card skills are not good, you blame others?"

Qin Zheng glared at Xu Mu fiercely. He won the most. He continued to chat with Xu Mu. He cleaned up and pulled them, all of which were the red envelopes he gave Xu Mu.

"Just you, just you, you still said, every time you leak water to my mother, you will prevent death and blockage when you come to me. If you don't win, let my mother win. After a long time, I only lose. You are embarrassed. Say, you are so old, don't you feel embarrassed?"

Xu Mu shook his head solemnly: "No problem!"

"Or, your mother is my wife, you are my stepson, I don't help my wife, can I help you? I have to understand the distant relatives here, right?"

If it weren't for Xu Mu to deliberately release water to Zhou Ping, he would keep winning among the three of them.

Zhou Ping said earlier that Xu Mu is a man with very good luck. He is so good that he has good fortune.

In addition, he has filmed God of Gamblers in the past, and he has specially studied card skills, which is naturally even more powerful.

Therefore, he has little chance of winning in Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng gritted his teeth: "I am also your son anyway, can't you give me a plate of water?"

Xu Mu was happy: "Good son..."

This was the first time Qin Zheng directly admitted that he was Xu Mu's son. This made Xu Mu's heart irritated, and he was happier than he won much money today.

So, Xu Mu was happy and gave his son a red envelope! Big red envelope!

Qin Zheng saw the 6-digit transfer from the other party in the WeChat dialog between him and Xu Mu, and clicked it as quickly as possible.

Xu Mu smiled and asked Qin Zheng, "Do you still continue?"

Qin Zheng opened his eyebrows and smiled instantly. This time he earned it back, which was many times more than the output. It's a good deal, it's a good deal...

Qin Zheng patted his chest and said, "Go on, of course continue. As a junior, I will play with you. This is what it should be, continue on..."

After a while, the takeaway arrived.

The three of them were eating and fighting the landlords, very relaxing.

Until, the director knocked on the door.

Qin Zheng opened the door for them and let them in.

Except for Yu Chengjing, who went back to deal with his wife's derailment, several others came.

As soon as they entered the door, the director smelled the barbecue, and the director hurriedly said, "Master...you haven't eaten yet, how can you eat these roadside stalls, go, I invite you to eat."

Zhou Ping waved his hand: "Sit up by yourself. I just don't want to go out. I just ordered the takeaway. I was a little tired from playing today."

The director took out a can of tea from his hand and said, "Master, this is the Jin Junmei that a friend of mine gave me today. I am not a person who likes to drink tea. It would be a bit of a waste to stay with me. The tea, only the master you can match, I hope you don’t dislike it..."

This box of Jin Jun eyebrows is very rare, and the director himself is reluctant to drink it on weekdays, but he doesn't feel distressed at all when he takes it out to give Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping smiled: "I am not a person who knows much about tea. If you give it to me, it is actually a waste. You should keep it for yourself. You should like this thing."

Even though Zhou Ping didn't know much about tea, she had heard of Jin Junmei's name.

Especially if the director shot it, it must be the best...