Chapter 165
As long as she doesn't care, she wins.
What is shallow and what is corrupt is none of her business.
As long as this will leave, she really has nothing to do with Bo shallow.
Outside the door, a roaring laughter burst out.
A tall male voice could be heard vaguely: "Mr. Bo, it's not my fault. You're too lucky. Who can calculate how much you've lost?"
"Hahaha, anyway, it's too expensive, Mr. Bo. We agreed."
Then the sound suddenly disappeared.
Mu Shinian's eyebrows and eyes jumped fiercely, and his look suddenly became gloomy.
Without saying a word, she slammed the door open.
The sound inside the door suddenly stopped.
All the men and women in the room looked at her.
Mu Shinian saw sitting on the sofa with messy clothes, squinting and looking at her thinness.
The rich second generation all over the room looked at her, and their eyes gradually narrowed: "Yo, where's the beauty? Come and play with your friends?"
As soon as this sentence came out, his thin face became more ugly.
Mu Shinian took back his eyes, looked at the cards on the table, frowned with disgust, and said, "bet."
“……”
The room was silent again.
Someone asked, "what?"
"Bet." Mu Shinian repeated, turning his finger and falling on the man who could almost spontaneous combustion: "replace him."
Thin shallow eyes turned, thin lips spit out a word: "roll."
Mu Shinian directly ignored him: "in a word, do you bet?"
The men were all excited.
"Bet! But little girl, do you understand the rules? If you lose, something big will happen."
Mu Shinian went to the gambling table and sat down. His face was calm: "let's start."
"Good, good, happy!" The group of men also immediately sat down and skillfully shuffled and dealt cards.
The thin and shallow eyebrows gathered together and turned around. It didn't matter to sit on the ground, hold your arms, cross your legs, and look at the person opposite faintly.
What does it have to do with him.
She wanted to die herself.
Even if she couldn't gamble, she also played... Thinking of this, thin shallow was irritable and wanted to light a cigarette. He felt the cigarette in his pocket, and he stopped again somehow.
The game begins.
When he was about to press the chips, mu Shinian suddenly pointed out: "bet on the ones he lost."
“……”
Several men looked at each other for a moment, and then someone smiled: "I see, little girl, are you going to win back Mr. Bo?"
"Otherwise?"
Mu Shinian glanced at the cards in his hand and answered casually.
Thin, shallow and cold sipped his lower lip.
"Well, well, come on! Little girl, I'll teach you how to be a man today."
"Less nonsense, play cards."
Mu Shinian looked pale and terrible.
She threw out the sky high chips without blinking.
Just for this spirit, those men have a little admiration.
But admiration belongs to admiration and play belongs to play. They have no sympathy.
They were used to eating, drinking and having fun. They were used to mixing on the card table. It should have been the result of no suspense.
However, the whole face of the card changed after half a game.
Mu Shinian is not happy to play cards, but every shot is played against them.
They have little room to fight back!
A group of people from the leisure just now, to this meeting, had to mention 120000 spirit, carefully calculated, and even violated the rules and secretly matched the cards.
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