The smile on Pu Lan's face began to stiffen. Giving.com

This is equivalent to direct bullying, and I can't stand it: "Then I'll bet with you." ”

Fanyin pursed her eyes and looked over, and Pu Lan also clenched my hand.

"I'm a big living person, I haven't authorized anyone, and I'm not unsure of gambling." I said, "Why should someone else be used as a bet?" ”

I stopped the sound and my eyes began to be vicious.

It's okay to go back and beat me, but I must not let Pu Lan lose to him again, if I lose, I will change me, and if I lose, I will call him husband and let him lose face.

"I've heard that women have better luck at the table than men." I continued to persecute Fanyin: "The main way you choose to play is to fight luck, Mr. Fan doesn't dare to try?" ”

Fanyin didn't have any steps to come down at all, but the student girl next to him self-righteously helped him out: "A man is suspected of bullying her by gambling with a woman, why don't I come?" ”

I looked at her, "What qualifications do you have?" ”

She ignored me and just looked at Fanyin.

If he dares to ask this woman to bet with me, I will immediately say that I am his wife.

Fanyin was probably embarrassed about this, and after a long time, he laughed: "It's obviously a matter between men, but he pushed out women, Mr. Pu is really good." ”

"What are these words?" I knew that this madman would say something like, "I don't agree with him using me as a bet, Mr. Pu is respecting me." Why did it taste bad in Mr. Fan's mouth? Is it because Mr. Fan himself is a narrow-minded person who doesn't understand what power is, and at the same time can't see the good of others? ”

"Okay." Fanyin was finally provoked: "Sit." ”

I pushed Pu Lan away, sat down in a chair, and said, "I'm not the kind of shameless person who only calls when I get a card, let's win or lose." ”

"Okay." Fan Yin smiled: "If you lose, you will be at my disposal." ”

"Okay." I said, "If I win, I'll score nine to one." ”

Fan Yin immediately frowned.

"Don't dare?"

"You're not worth it." With a clear mockery on his face, he pointed at the pile of chips: "That's all, if you don't agree, get out." ”

"I'm not worth it?" He is really looking for death: "Mr. Fan is sure? ”

He narrowed his eyes, clearly understanding.

"Anyone in the room may not be worth it, but I'm different." I also learned from his knife-like gaze, and stared at him in disgust: "I'm ......"

"Shut up." Fanyin suddenly curled the corners of his mouth: "Deal cards." ”

The cards were dealt, and we also didn't join the Zhuang Player and Blackjack games, so the rules were the same as the previous game.

I got a jack and a 2, a total of twelve points. There is no doubt about continuing to want.

I also want a sheet of traditional sound. His face card is a 9.

Sent a 5, seventeen points, this is the most hesitant point.

Fanyin didn't make a sound, pinched the cards in his hand, and didn't move for a long time.

For many people, there is no need to hesitate at all within seventeen points, and will choose to hit. I'm more timid, and I start to lose my mind at fifteen o'clock.

So the reason why Fanyin is so hesitant is because his points are already big enough?

But mine is big enough, and it's easy to bust again.

But......

Forget it, why am I under so much pressure, don't I have to go back and be beaten if I win or lose?

I keep asking for it, it's 2. It's nineteen o'clock, although it didn't explode, but it was really disturbing.

Fanyin glanced at me with a smile and asked for another one.

I can only fight it, I continue to want it! I sent an ace, and it became twenty o'clock.

My heart is like being tied to a spring, going up and down, turning over the river and the sea.

Fanyin deducted the card, continued to ask for the card, and turned a corner. Then he leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, and asked with a smile, "Where do you want to go later?" Having a late-night snack? Watching a movie? Hotel? ”

Are you so sure you're going to win? Can't you tell by my expression that my hand is already big!

Even if I don't know how to calculate multipliers like a beginner, I know that the only thing that can guarantee that I won't lose is to come to A, and besides, I already have one A, and I also have five cards in Fanyin's hand, and if he gets three A's, then I'm blind.

Even if he doesn't have an ace, the odds of me getting an ace are slim to none.

But the way this guy is bound to win is really unsettling.

I'm out of the way!

Want!

a！

Yo ho!

I didn't want to hide my excitement at all, and looked at Fan Yin proudly: "When is Mr. Fan going to be re-impartial?" ”

"You do." Fanyin said with a smile and tapped his finger on the table of the Dutch official.

The dealer pushed the cards to him, but he didn't look at them, but said, "Don't do it." ”

"I don't want it either." I said as I opened the cards.

Fanyin glanced at my cards, still smiling, "Good luck." He flipped all the cards in front of him.

I looked and saw that the cards in his hand were 9, 6, a pair of 2s and a pair of aces!

This!

Who's going to win? Tie?

Fanyin looked down at the last A on the table, and smiled even deeper: "It seems that my luck is also good." ”

I'm so! Isn't this guy out of the woods!

I clenched my fists: "Come again." ”

"If you don't come, you will be re-impartial next week, and I will be forty percent." As he spoke, he stood up, pinched his cigarette, walked around the table to me, bent down, pressed my head, and asked with a smile, "Did you have fun?" ”

If you don't win, you can't have fun!

"Let's go home." He suddenly pressed the back of my head, kissed me the top of my head, stared dangerously into my eyes, and smiled almost cruelly, and whispered: "My little **." ”

My hairs stood on end, and I felt like I was dead. It's a pity that luck is so important, blackjack didn't win......

As soon as this matter was pierced in front of others, Pu Lan lost all the positions that he wanted me to stay. Therefore, I couldn't count on him, and I was pinched by Fanyin's neck and carried out **.

The driver pulled the car door, and Fan Yin pushed me in, and I got into the car myself. As soon as I sat down, there was a force squeezing in outside the door, and it was the student girl. As soon as she sat in, Fanyin immediately hugged her.

I knocked on the car door with my elbow, then covered my stomach and closed my eyes**.

A traditional voice came: "What's wrong?" ”

"My stomach hurts......" I said weakly.

A hand wrapped around my shoulder, and I leaned into his arms and quietly raised my middle finger to the student.

Since it's a call girl, she sells it honestly, what kind of thing is it to squeeze it up?

Fanyin stroked my back quite gently, touched my forehead, and asked softly, "Why does your stomach hurt suddenly?" ”

"Suddenly...... I delicately buried my face in his neck, afraid that he would see the flaw in my eyes.

"Stop." Traditional commands.

The driver braked, and suddenly there was a bang, a scream, and I turned my head, and I poked my head out. The student girl is covering her forehead, and the pear blossoms in her eyes are raining: "It hurts......"

"If it hurts, go to the hospital." Fanyin said, "Go down." ”

The student girl was stunned, clenched her fists, and looked surprised.

Someone opened the car door and dragged the student girl down, probably to settle the bill, right? It's impossible to kill.

I was looking to see how much money I was given, my head was suddenly pressed back, and a complicated face appeared in front of my eyes, pinching my jaw: "How long does it hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt now."

He didn't speak, his face slowly drawing closer to mine. I craned my neck, but he still bit my lip, and I leaned back, and he pressed against the window.

In all fairness, he didn't bite hard, and he kissed gently, which should feel good. But I was so uncomfortable that irritability churned in my throat, robbing me of my ability to breathe.

He let go, still pinching my jaw so hard I couldn't turn my head.

"Isn't making money for you to spend?" He looked at me angrily: "All day long, my elbow is turned out. ”

"You gave me to him."

"I sent it today, too?" He let go, sat back, and spat out indistinctly: "**." ”

"Oops." I sneered: "I don't know who leads a Mexican beauty in the morning and a Japanese loli in the evening." It's like two balloons stuffed with it, beware of exploding. ”

He glanced down and raised his hand to flick my chest. I crossed my arms around my chest and managed to dodge, and he smiled: "If it's really all like this, I'd rather fake it." ”

I glared at him and dragged back in anger: "You're not in good shape! ”

He frowned and widened.

Forget it, I don't dare to say any more, I'm afraid I'll be beaten.

"Say it again." His voice came grimly.

I don't dare to say it.

He suddenly grabbed me by the back of the neck, dragged me to him, glanced at me, and repeated in my ear: "Be good, say it again." ”

I had to mutter, "You're not in good condition......

"And who's in good condition?"

"My Britney."

"That's not me?" His tone was even more grim: "Don't try to fool me. ”

"The same hardware, different software, different user experience." Impulsiveness is really part of emotional intelligence, and I must learn more about how to control my temper: "My Britney doesn't smoke or drink, and her body smells of milk." Your mouth stinks like a dog's mouth, and you like to use things that grow under your navel as perfume, and you're sick to death......"

He really lost his breath, let go of his hand, and snorted slightly: "You also kissed the dog's mouth." ”

"You don't need to kiss the dog's mouth, you can smell it from afar."

He looked at me and said coldly, "It's uncomfortable for you not to be beaten for a day." ”

"Who started humiliating each other first?"

"You." He also said: "I'm telling the truth, you're too small, the shape is barely strong, and the feel is not good." ”

"I'm telling the truth." Will he be sarcastic if he has a long mouth? I would too: "You have a bad mouth, you use disgusting perfume, and you're rude." ”

He sneered: "You just like the smell of expired milk on the seeds." ”

"You just like the smell of cheap perfume on your body!" That's right, he still has that smell on his body now, disgusting to death: "Don't compare, no matter how you count, you are disgusting and tasteless!" ”

He was silent.

I calmed down for a while before I began to be afraid: he didn't strangle me.

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