Le Beicheng listened to the arrangement of his father-in-law, exchanged positions with him, and continued to play chess.

Originally, this game could be over in two minutes. Because Lebeicheng intervened halfway, it was extended by 10 minutes.

Ye Mochen lost.

This made him feel very incredible, and it was clear that he could win the chess game. In less than ten minutes, he lost.

After playing chess for so many years, it was the first time that he was so unwilling to lose.

He played chess with Zhao Fuming, and did not use his real skills, winning ten games and then losing one or two games.

"O Beicheng! You're so good that you actually won this stinky boy. Zhao Fuming said happily: "Plus the two times I won before, this kid lost three times a day." ”

Le Beicheng didn't expect his father-in-law to be so happy, could it be that he rarely won before?

This Ye Mochen looks to be about 30 years old. There is a big age difference with Zhao Fuming, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are father and son.

But the way they get along is not father and son, but between brothers, and this person is quite interesting.

Ye Mochen took the initiative to put away the chess pieces on the chessboard: "The game just now doesn't count, let's officially have a competition." ”

"Yes, best of three games." After Le Beicheng finished speaking, he used the action of inviting and asked the opponent to play chess first.

Ye Mochen didn't say anything polite to him, picked up a white chess piece and put it on the chessboard.

Le Beicheng picked up the black chess pieces and followed directly.

The two of you come and go, Zhao Fuming was terrified watching from the sidelines, and only then did he understand. Ye Mochen usually doesn't show his real skills when he plays chess, but is playing with him!

How embarrassing is this! Ye Mochen's chess skills were taught by him!

Liu Xilin's gaze fell on the chessboard unconsciously, and his heart was inexplicably nervous.

They played chess very fast, fought very hard, and in the end, it can be said that they were comparable. As long as anyone makes a mistake, it means that the game is lost.

Unlike before, Ye Mochen and Zhao Fuming obviously released water when they played chess.

Le Beicheng dropped the chess pieces in his hand: "Mr. Ye, you lost this game again." ”

Ye Mochen raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, playing chess was like going to the battlefield, and sure enough. He didn't think that playing chess was a desperate thing before, but today he feels that playing chess is really deadly.

"I did lose this game, and Mr. Le's chess skills are even better than I imagined."

Le Beicheng smiled: "Your chess skills are not bad, you can play with me for so long." How about another round?"

"Well, I'll be with you to the end." Ye Mochen put away the chess pieces on the table, and this time he decided to use black chess pieces.

Zhao Fuming was originally drunk, his head hurt, and he was in good spirits at the moment. I instructed the helpers on the side to serve a good pot of tea.

The helper immediately did so and went out with the teapot.

Although the weather is very hot, this room is ventilated on all sides, and it is a south wind today, so it is not too hot to drink tea.

Liu Xilin looked at the maid who walked out with a teapot, and thought in his heart.

Since you can't go back, you can only do it at the Zhao family.

Anyway, as long as they sleep together, won't it solve the problem?

It just so happened that he had medicine with him, as long as he let the senior brother drink it, and then lock them up together.

Liu Fengxue was almost trained by him, except for the layer of film, he took advantage of all the other advantages.

He didn't want to tear his face with his senior brother, as long as his skills were reduced, not as powerful as before. Then, relying on their years of affection, they tricked the master's notes out.