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When passing by the door, Yang Muqing slowed down, not because there were barking wolf dogs, but because he saw a few shadowy ghosts.

There were men and women, men and women, all of them were dark and distressed, as if they had come out of some ravine.

Yang Muqing's mana could not be retracted freely, as soon as he appeared, those ghosts felt the aura of threat, and fled from the wind, scattering birds and beasts.

Yang Muqing narrowed his eyes, hoping in his heart that the trouble in front of him was not caused by Murong Cao.

No one came out to greet him, and Yang Muqing did not regard himself as a guest, and pushed the door into the house with ease.

Inside the house, it was a good atmosphere to sit upright.

The Quartet is waiting for the game, and the game is tense.

"Eighty thousand!"

"Touch, Jiusuo."

"Touch again, two cakes."

“……”

Murong Cao wore a set of aqua blue knitted long skirts, which were elegant and elegant, like a cluster of phalaenopsis orchids in the depths of the courtyard.

Seeing him coming, he immediately sent a spring-like smile without hesitation.

"Come on, there's a stool next to me, come and sit down."

Yang Muqing walked over and sat down with kindness, poured two cups of jasmine tea by himself, handed one to Murong Cao, and drank one by himself.

The chips in front of Murong Cao's table were piled up high, and he obviously won a lot.

Yang Muqing glanced at her cards, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, such a good doorman, very sure of self-drawing.

Li Hang and Xu Qiyao were also at the poker table, and it seemed that their cards were not very good, one was meditating hard, and the other was anxious.

"Mu Qing, you're back, the hospitality is not thoughtful, forgive me."

Li Hang said perfunctorily while touching the cards.

Xu Qiyao had always been a little afraid of him, so she just focused on looking at the cards and pretended not to see him come in.

The middle-aged fat man sitting opposite Murong Cao was a child, and the whole person looked like a Maitreya Buddha, fat and a little blessed, however, a shocking long scar from the forehead to the corner of the eye broke the overall balance, and the great good and the great evil coexisted so harmoniously in one person.

He also had a lot of chips at the table, almost on par with Murong Cao.

What attracted Yang Muqing's vigilance even more was the rustic temperament on his body, which was faintly similar to the few ghosts he encountered at the door.

Watching chess is silent, a true gentleman.

Although this is not a chess watch, Yang Muqing is a gentleman, and he knows that Murong Cao can afford to lose, and this battle will not only not lose but also win a lot of money, so he naturally kept his mouth shut, looked at the cards with great restraint and courtesy, and played a perfect spectator.

Murong Cao seemed to be at ease, while watching the six roads and listening to the eight directions, he generally chatted with Yang Muqing, because there were outsiders, he only asked some inconsequential things very measuredly, similar to who he met, what delicious food he ate, what beautiful scenery he saw, what was wrong with Bodhizi, why didn't he come back, and he also prepared a gift for him.

"I didn't expect you to be so good before."

Yang Muqing saw Murong Cao's appearance as if he was flying, and said with heartfelt emotion.

"Hey, don't laugh at me, a month ago, I didn't know what the rules of mahjong were, I didn't take any business during this time, and I was bored, and once in a while I came here, I saw my brother playing cards, and I learned by the way, I didn't expect that I still have some talent."

Murong Cao's face was flying proud, but Li Hang's face was dark.

"My good junior sister, do you want Mu Qing to take you to Macau for a gamble? Don't hurt me, almost all of this month's salary has been handed over to you, and I don't know how to explain it to my mother. ”

"Me too, me too......"

Xu Qiyao was concerned and couldn't help but add.

Yang Muqing smiled and said nothing, not knowing how to answer this, obviously Murong Cao was playing cards here, you must know that Li Hang's "part-time salary" for a month is not a small amount.

However, the middle-aged fat man sitting opposite was calm, and after the chips in front of him decreased a little, he took out a large handful from under the table.

Murong Cao ate three at a time, and he didn't know how many times he had eaten.

There was no shame on her face, she smiled and put away the chips, and turned her head to Yang Muqing and said: "I haven't eaten what you made for many days, I'm hungry, there is a small kitchen here, aren't you new to learning Zhai, I want to taste it, by the way, you make a little more, our lunch is not delicious." ”

"Okay."

Yang Muqing ignored the pleading glances from Li Hang and Xu Qiyao, washed his hands and made soup.

So, on the way, the four of them stopped for half an hour to eat a bowl of yam and golden bean noodles, and then went to the card table with all their hearts.

This card was played until six o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Muqing specially found a small cardboard box for Murong Cao to put the chips - she really couldn't put it in front of the table, Li Hang and Xu Qiyao had already run out of chips on the table, and they were already starting to make IOUs, and the middle-aged fat man sitting opposite finally couldn't get new chips.

"Finally hit it again!"

Murong Cao stretched out with satisfaction, took the lead in standing up, and signaled for a truce.

The other three breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good junior sister, the bureau has been set up for you, the cards have been played with you, the money has been lost to you, and Muqing has also come back, can you help me do that?"

Li Hang smiled bitterly, he had indeed lost too badly for a while, which made him feel a sense of frustration that he had lost his wife and broken his army.

Yang Muqing noticed that the expression on the middle-aged man finally stopped being indifferent, and became focused and serious.

It seems that this matter really has something to do with him.

It seems that this trouble cannot be avoided.

Murong Cao stood by the window, looking at the twilight that was about to disappear into the horizon, and his green fingers tapped on the window lattice.

"Originally, I really didn't want to agree, now that Yang Muqing is back, things should be easier, but one yard is one yard, and the salary can be calculated separately."

"Good, good, good......"

Li Hang and the middle-aged fat man were overjoyed at the same time, and even Xu Qiyao had a little joy on his face.

"I've got to work hard for you again."

Murong Cao turned to Yang Muqing and said, his face was bathed in the pale golden sunset, soft but not charming.

"It's a matter of duty."

Yang Muqing replied solemnly.