Chapter 61

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

But it is obvious that some of them have spare power.

On the surface of the talk and smile, but in the dark it is turbulent.

Wenjo kept the rule of winning three games and losing one, and it was obvious that she deliberately let the water out of the game, as if she didn't want to embarrass her brothers.

The rhythm of the game was obviously controlled by her, but she was not absorbed in the calculation of the cards. She was still observing the micro expressions and some movements of the four men.

He killed several brothers with ease.

The three looked at Wenqiao with different eyes at the beginning. The girl's mathematical talent was not worse than that of the young master.

The couple are terrible.

After playing more than ten games, the three had lost all the time. Their chips were big. Fu Nan Li bowed down and told Wenqiao, "you won 200000 in one night."

Wenjo

Rich people make good money.

She did not come to play cards. She reached out and rubbed her shoulder. Fu Nanli said faintly, "she is tired and doesn't play any more."

"Good, good."

Money is not money is a small matter, by a girl all-round crush, lose face, is the big thing.

Wenjo left Fu Nanli, went to the bar, asked for a few glasses of wine, enthusiastically brought it to the table, and gave those who lost money to her brother.

Fu Nanli squinted at Wenqiao, his slender fingers caressing the chips in his hand.

Wenjo took the glass from the silver tray and brought it to his brothers one by one.

The last one was Fu Chuan.

This one, wenjo's main suspect.

Although I heard him speak in the hospital corridor that day, it was too noisy to tell which one of them was.

Fu Chuan has few words and looks gloomy.

When Wenqiao handed the wine to him, he deliberately crooked his hand and spilled the whole glass of wine on Fuchuan's arm.

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

Wenjo apologized and reached for his sleeve.

Fu Chuan: "it doesn't matter. I'll just wipe it."

Fu Nanli's face was livid. He took Wenqiao's wrist and took him into his arms.

Wenqiao's eyes were still locked on Fu Chuan, and even reached out to help Fu Chuan pull his sleeve. His enthusiasm made the Fu brothers face flustered.

Fucheng took the tissue in the past: "brother, wipe."

Fu Chuan took the tissue and wiped his shirt sleeves, not pulling them up as Wenqiao had hoped.

Wenjo frowned, not noticing that the man's face had sunk to the bottom.

Fu Huaiyuan: "is Xiaowen as good at math as our young master? Did you go to university? In which university? "

Wenqiao smile: "Conservatory of music, mathematics is just a hobby."

With her cultural achievements, it's OK to go to the top universities in China, but she loves music and wants to correct the name of folk music that Xu Lu, Zhao Tong and others can't see. Therefore, she must go to the central music school.

Fu huaiming pulled his brother. The young master's face was obviously not very good. He seemed to mind that they occupied too much time of the little girl.

"Let's go to the boxing ring."

Wenqiao got up and wanted to follow. She didn't know who had the tattoo. She was a little reluctant.

Being pulled by a man, his voice came from his ear: "no going anywhere, just stay here."

Several of his cousins have run away in a hurry.

Wenqiao looked back, his heart trembled with gloomy eyes. Why was he unhappy?

"What's the matter with you?"

In front of him, wenjo had always been soft, with all his sharp claws tucked away.

"Nothing."

His tone is light, his slender fingers are playing with the chips in his hand carelessly, and his eye clearly says, "I'm not happy, but you need to find out on your own initiative.".

Wenqiao's sharp personality can not detect the man in front of him is jealous.

"That's good." She said.

Fu Nanli's face was even more heavy.

Wenqiao is a little helpless. How can he always be angry? Didn't mess with him!