Song Xifei takes a quick look at Georges Sheng with his spare light, but he looks the same. Her guilty and uneasy are a little less, but she doesn't smile.
George Sheng is as steady as a mountain and as motionless as a clock. He says to Qiao Aiwen, "cut the crap and shuffle the cards."
If the loser is "sealed," he has to shuffle.
Qiao Aiwen pursed her lips, but her nose was breathing. The note flew with her. Song Xi laughed as soon as it flew here, which made Qiao Aiwen squint and say, "I'm afraid that people are inferior to others in jokes. It's up to you to lose!"
When the cards were washed, Song Xi quietly took the cards and said softly and angrily, "I don't speak. Generally, the more words I say, the worse I lose."
Qiao AI Wen "hum" for a while, the note flies high, and Song Xi laughs again.
Qiao AI Wen side head looks to George Sheng: "elder brother! Look at her
"Turn around, I see you want to laugh," said Georges
Song Xi almost died of laughter, holding the hands are shaking.
This one was Qiao Aiwen, who called it the landlord. Song Xi was a little happy at the bottom of his heart. It felt like he was with Georges Sheng. Even if she didn't turn over to be a serf, she thought it was good.
However, George Sheng proved to Song Xi with his strength that he would not lose money if he followed him. At the same time, he also proved to Qiao Aiwen that her short-lived landlord Dynasty could not last three minutes, and that the country had been destroyed before the name of the country was ready.
Qiao Aiwen ends her landlord career with a group of blasts by Georges Sheng. She angrily throws down the card in her hand. Georges Sheng takes the note torn in advance, dips it in water, and pastes a piece on her left temple, which also boasts: "if you don't block your eyes first, you can't see the card."
Song Xi made it like a method. He dipped it in water and pasted a piece of paper on Qiao Aiwen's right temple. He gently said, "don't block your eyes. You can't see how to lose later."
Qiao Aiwen is a hindsight. It turns out that Song Xi's mouth is more poisonous than George Sheng's. He is a cold face poison, but she is a smile mender.
A beautiful face, instantly pasted four curtains, Qiao Aiwen smile: "feelings you two come here to show tacit understanding?"
"I didn't do it," said Georgeson
Song Xi shrugged her shoulders, not to mention her initiative.
Qiao AI Wen extremely angry counter smile: "OK, come on, I still don't believe."
Song Xi got the card and took a look. This one is not called the landlord. She is sorry for Shuangwang and a set of explosives, so she calmly called the landlord.
Qiao AI Wen glanced at George Sheng and provoked dissension: "see, the former comrades in arms have changed and become your master."
George Sheng has a beautiful face. No matter from which point of view, he is exquisite and startling. Song Xi thinks, where can I find such a good-looking "farmer"? If so, who would be willing to beat him down?
As she thought about it, she played cards. Every time she knocked down Qiao Aiwen, Georges Sheng came out immediately and in a twinkling of an eye Song Xi used two kings.
Heart gradually changed his mind, even if he looks good, she also want to suppress him!
The situation became obvious: Qiao Aiwen was at the bottom of the table, Song Xi was suppressed in the middle of the road, and George Sheng was protected by high rank. Finally, Song Xi was not angry enough to blow up.
After the explosion, she looked at Georges Sheng with three points of pride and seven points of provocation. She didn't dare to do anything about him at ordinary times. Before the card was big or small, it depended on who was strong.
However... When Georges Sheng calmly broke out a set of explosives bigger than Song Xi's, it seemed that the clouds were light and the wind was light, but it was extremely ironic. At that moment, Qiao Aiwen laughed to the four curtains flying together, and Song Xi held a small 5 in his hand, secretly adjusting his breathing.
Not angry, she is not angry, who let her careless, did not remember the card?
"Come on, hurry up. I can't control the impulse to stick this note on your face."
Qiao Aiwen, holding a note dipped in water, resolutely pastes it right in the middle of Song Xi's forehead, which is the most "humiliating" position. It seems that she is nailed to the stigma column.
Song Xi's breath is very light, and the note will still float slightly. Qiao Aiwen looks like she's not worried when she's in debt. She says frankly, "forget it, you can breathe normally, and don't hold back for a while."
"Hoo..." Song Xi broke the jar and took a breath. The note flew out like the core of a snake.
George Sheng only glanced at it casually, and suddenly felt that the note seemed to have touched his heart... Which made him flustered.
Qiao AI Wen side head says to George Sheng: "elder brother, paste her quickly, wait for what?"
Georges Sheng quietly to get the note, mouth deep back: "in looking for a good position."
Song Xi's small face is limited in position. Qiao Aiwen has occupied the most "humiliating" place. Where else can he paste it?
George Sheng, holding the note, suddenly looks at Song Xi openly and honestly, and clearly says that he is looking at her face.
They rarely have the chance to face each other. Song Ximing knows that Georges Sheng didn't look into her eyes, but she is embarrassed for a moment. Her eyes dodge slightly. In order to cover up the embarrassment, she says: "I'm small, you can't find any other place. Please post it."
As long as you don't look at her like that, what if she blushes?
Two seconds after her voice fell, Georges Sheng raised an arm and lifted the note that she had dropped on the tip of her nose. Song Xi was so excited that it was inexplicable and ridiculous. It was like lifting the veil.
Lift the note, revealing song Xiting's small nose. Georges Sheng raises his other hand and resolutely sticks the note on the bridge of his nose.
He takes back his hand, Song Xi breathes gently, two pieces of paper on a straight line fly up one after another, the end is ridiculous.
Qiao AI Wen smiles to clap thigh directly, opposite of George Sheng is also suddenly the lip Cape a hook, smile don't start.
They don't know what song Xi is thinking. She wants to scold and tease her and laugh at her. What do you want to do?
The note is too light, three people sitting playing cards, George Sheng Yu Guang glance, Song Xi and Qiao Aiwen are flying in front of the curtain, especially Song Xi, the nose is blocked, even more appears a pair of big eyes black and bright, unsmiling, this is holding back to revenge.
In the afternoon, the sun shines in from the window, which makes people warm. At first, Song Xi is still a lady sitting with her legs to one side. I don't know when she will start sitting cross legged like Qiao Aiwen.
George Sheng, who was opposite her, was sitting on the side of the bed. Maybe he was uncomfortable. After a few games, he had long legs and sat on the bed completely. But his legs were too long to put down. He could only lay one leg flat and the other leg supported him.
No matter how big the bed is, the distance between Song Xi and Georges Sheng is less than one meter. Many times she looks down at the cards, and Yu Guangli is Georges Sheng's leg.
She had never felt so lustful before, but now she is probably too old to resist.
Qiao Aiwen holding a card, suddenly thought of something, she said in a voice: "by the way, brother, I heard that you two years ago in the Macau Casino shares, is not the Venetian?"
Georges gave a "yes.".
Qiao Aiwen said: "I'll go there to play in a while. Can I help you?"
George said, "what do you want to do?"
Qiao Aiwen replied with a smile: "I always have a dream to go to the casino and install a god of gamblers, which is the effect of chow yun fat. You say hello in advance and ask them to cooperate with me."
Song Xi is still laughing at the beginning. She looks at George Sheng