Only Mu Ting and An Lingchuan were left on the card table. Seeing this, Mu Ting looked at his cards again, shook his head and threw them away with a sigh.
An Lingchuan chuckled and said, "Yan Yi, you have to think clearly, uncle, my cards are very, very big."
An Lingchuan's ex-wife was Mo Yanyi's aunt. Unfortunately, after giving birth to her son An Mochen, she became ill for a long time and died very early. An Xuexi was born to An Lingchuan's stepmother and had no direct relationship with Mo Yanyi.
blood relation
That's why she was looking forward to marrying Mo Yanyi
At this time, An Xuexi's heart was beating loudly. In her heart, she actually thought that Mo Yanyi would win.
Mo Yanyi smiled and turned over his cards one by one.
10,j,q,k,a, straight of spades
Everyone shouted in a low voice, the biggest stud
An Lingchuan's expression changed slightly, but then he smiled and said, "Yan Yi, you can do it. I am convinced that I lost."
After saying that, he turned over his cards, 10, j, q, k, a, straight of hearts.
Everyone sighed, regretting that An Lingchuan's hand happened to be a straight of spades?
A handful of cards, 60 million
"I'm sorry, uncle." Mo Yanyi smiled, and the mad lion bent down and put the chips in front of him.
An Xuexi actually helped pack up the chips. An Lingchun looked at her and was startled. She was a young girl. She hadn't grown up yet, but her heart was already towards someone else.
Mo Yanyi picked a grape from the fruit plate next to him and fed it into the ice fox's mouth.
He raised his eyes slightly and saw a handsome but somewhat evil boy walking towards them. He was in his twenties and his steps were a bit frivolous. At first glance, it reminded people of a playboy.
But he was born handsome
"Cousin Yi, long time no see." A faint smile appeared at the corner of An Mochen's mouth, which made people feel that he was cynical.
Mo Yanyi smiled faintly, said a favor, and had nothing else to say. Although he was only two years older than An Mochen, his thoughts and behavior were very different.
Of course, there are very few proud men like him who can intimidate both black and white at such a young age.
"Mo Chen, come and play a few games for your father, we've almost lost all our money." An Lingchuan waved to An Mochen.
Mu Ting smiled: "If I want to win your Lao An's wealth, I won't be able to play this game for the rest of my life."
An Mochen walked over, sat down next to An Lingchuan, and looked at the cards for his father.
Mo Yanyi felt more and more that such a banquet was too boring. No wonder his father, Mo Kaisen, didn't like to attend. It was either playing cards or playing with women. It was meaningless.