At the beginning of the fourth game, all three took it seriously.

But there is obviously something left to do with it.

On the surface, there is a lot of talk and laughter, but secretly there is a turbulent undertide.

Wen Qiao maintained the pattern of winning three games and losing one game, and the losing game was obviously because she deliberately let go of the water, as if she didn't want to embarrass her brothers too much.

She was obviously in control of the rhythm of the game, but she was not fully engaged in card counting, she was still observing the micro-expressions and some movements of the four people.

With ease, he killed a few brothers without leaving a piece of armor.

The three of them looked at Wen Qiao with a different look at them than at the beginning, this girl's mathematical talent was not even worse than that of the young master.

These two are really terrible.

After playing more than a dozen games, the three of them kept losing, their chips were big, Fu Nanli bowed his head and told Wen Qiao: "You won 200,000 yuan in one night." ”

Wincho: ......

Rich people's money is really easy to make.

She didn't come to play cards either, she reached out and rubbed her shoulders, Fu Nanli said lightly: "She's tired, she won't play." ”

"Good, good."

Money is not a trivial matter, being crushed by a girl in all directions, and losing face is a big thing.

Wen Qiao left Fu Nanli, walked to the bar, asked for a few glasses of wine, and enthusiastically brought it to the table, giving the few brothers who lost money to her.

Fu Nanli squinted at Wen Qiao slightly, and his slender fingers caressed the chip card in his hand.

Wincho picked up the wine glass from the silver tray and handed it to his brothers, one by one.

The last one to send was Fu Chuan.

This one is Wen Qiao's key suspect.

In the corridor of the hospital that day, although I heard him talking, it was so loud that it was difficult to tell which one of them was.

Fu Chuan doesn't talk much and looks gloomy.

When Wen Qiao handed him the wine, he deliberately crooked his hand, and the entire glass of wine spilled on Fu Chuan's arm.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Wen Qiao apologized as he reached out to help him roll up his sleeves.

Fu Chuan: "It's okay, I'll just wipe it." ”

Fu Nanli's face turned pale, and he grabbed Wen Qiao's wrist and took the person into his arms.

Wen Qiao's eyes were still locked on Fu Chuan, and he even wanted to reach out to help Fu Chuan roll up his sleeves, so enthusiastic that the Fu brothers were panicked.

Fu Cheng took the tissue and went over: "Brother, wipe it." ”

Fu Chuan took the tissue and wiped the sleeves of his shirt, but did not roll them up as Wen Qiao had hoped.

Wen Qiao's brows furrowed, not noticing that the face of the man next to him had sunk to the bottom.

Fu Huaiyuan: "Is Xiaowen as good at mathematics as our young master, did he go to college?" In which university? ”

Wen Qiao smiled: "Conservatory, math is just a hobby. ”

With her cultural achievements, it is also possible to go to top universities in China, but she loves music and wants to justify the folk music that Xu Lu, Zhao Tong and others look down on, so she must go to Yangyin.

Fu Huaiming pulled his brother, the young master's face was obviously not very good, and he seemed to mind that they took up too much of the little girl's time.

"Let's go to the gym and have fun."

Wen Qiao got up and wanted to follow, but she hadn't tried to figure out who had tattoos on her body, and she was a little unwilling.

was grabbed by the man, and his voice came from his ear: "You are not allowed to go anywhere, just stay here." ”

Several of his cousins had already run away in a hurry.

Wen Qiao turned his head and looked at a pair of depressed eyes, his heart trembled, why was he unhappy?

"What's wrong with you?"

In front of Fu Nanli, Wen Qiao had always been soft, putting away all the sharp claws.

"Not really."

His tone was light, his slender fingers casually played with the chips in his hand, and his eyes clearly wrote, 'I'm not happy, but you need to take the initiative to find out'.

Wen Qiao's big personality couldn't detect that the man in front of him was jealous.

"That's good." She said.

Fu Nanli's face sank even more.

Wen Qiao was a little helpless, why did he always love to be angry? Didn't mess with him!