Ke Zi didn't know if he was so angry because she had cheated on him more or because she didn't love him more...
However, at this moment, she felt a little sad.
She couldn't distinguish the sadness. Was it really because she didn't want to accept him?
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There was no news from Murphy all day, and he didn't come back at dinner time. Ke Zi didn't know if what he said when he left meant that he was chasing her away.
She had been absent-minded for a whole day and didn't know what was going on in her mind.
Until Yu Ma came to ask her with a serious face, "I heard from Xiaowen that the young master quarreled with you. He didn't come back for dinner at noon, and you were locked in the room all day. What happened?"
"It's just a quarrel. Do you still want to ask me about the content of the quarrel?"
Ke Zi had no appetite, so she dropped her chopsticks and looked up at her.
In this family, she is not a young mistress. Every move she makes must be reported to Mama Yu, who will then relay it to Granny Leng who is far away in City S.
It's almost as if she was the subject of serious surveillance.
"You..." Yu Ma was a little surprised by her cold look, because she thought this girl was quite well-behaved from the first time she met her.
But now, when she asked her this question, she was acting more like a young lady. Yu Ma was not angry, but actually appreciated it.
Madam must also appreciate this kind of temperament.
She thought that pregnant women's moods are always changeable, and she might have had a minor conflict with the young master, so she didn't ask any more questions.
What they didn't know was that Murphy didn't go back to the company that day, but went to the western suburbs and had a life-or-death race with someone.
There is a small gang in the western suburbs that does well, the Betfair Gang! Its boss likes to make money by betting with others. I wonder what other way to make money faster than gambling?
The boss of the Betfair Gang is nicknamed Jin Yuanbao, which is very vulgar, but he likes this name very much.
This man loves money more than anything else. He dares to bet on anything and touch anything. He dares to have a hand in everything, black or white.
Mo Fei was just venting his anger, so he drove Chen Shuixian there to play.
First they played shooting. Jin Yuanbao paid no attention to these two men in human-looking suits and ordered his subordinates to bring a box of firearms. He shook the cigar on his fingertips and looked at Murphy from the corner of his eye, "
It's up to you to choose, but we'll start the bet from five million, do you dare?"
Mo Fei said nothing. He leaned over to pick up the gun. Chen Shuixian was already writing a check.
Jin Yuanbao's swollen eyes widened slightly, "Well, a fat fish came today, I can kill it well."
"Young ones, get on with the props!"
The so-called prop is of course not a red heart rake, but a living rake.
With a shooting distance of 200 meters, holding various fruits in his hands and trading them from small to large, Jin Yuanbao enjoyed such a vulgar way of playing.
Murphy stretched out his hand to play with the gun and whispered: "It's not bad."
"Of course, does our boss have someone under his command?" The young gangster standing next to him answered his words with a proud look.
Jin Yuanbao took another deep puff of his cigarette and said, "How about it, boy, have you picked it out?"
Murphy casually took a small pistol, turned it around in his hand, loaded it, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at Jin Yuanbao's head. His expression changed slightly.
"Why, you have practiced and know how to play?"
Chen Shuixian wanted to laugh when he was nearby. If this Jin Yuanbao knew what Mo Fei did in the past, he would be so scared that he would wet his pants. How could he dare to play with him?
"How about ten million per round?" Murphy weighed the gun in his hand and suddenly turned around and said.