Several people at the table were complaining and taking out their chips. Pei Xiao wondered if his appearance had frightened him, so he made such a move.
At this time, there happened to be a person at the table who looked at his watch and stood up and said: "It's already this o'clock, and the clouds are coming. Let Qiyun play."
Someone next to me joked: "Don't worry, I have good hand skills. It's rare for Mr. Xi to let me down."
Pei Xiao looked at these people thoughtfully, and he always felt that he had seen them somewhere, either on the cover of a financial magazine or on the cover of entertainment. They all looked like the best among people, and at first glance they were untouchable.
While talking and laughing, Xi Xiangdong was a little impatient: "Do you still want to fight?"
The man still had a playful smile on his face: "Hey, Mr. Xi has a bad temper today and is angry? Mr. Rao, come here, sit down quickly and pick up Ye San's village."
Rao Qiyun shied away: "Forget it, I'm not lucky today, so I might as well ask her to play for me."
As he spoke, he pushed Pei Xiao forward, and all eyes of the audience were immediately focused on Pei Xiao. Some people looked at her twice, while others joked: "Young Master Rao, you change your girlfriends a little too fast.
Where is that little star from last time?"
Rao Qiyun smiled and said, "Young master, you are burying me." He turned around and asked Pei Xiao again, "Can you play?"
She knew a little bit about mahjong, but she didn't know how big they were. There were red and green chips piled in front of everyone on the table, and she didn't know how much a bet would cost.
But Rao Qiyun was calm: "As long as you know how to fight, it's yours if you win, and mine if you lose."
Then Ye San asked the others at the table: "What do you mean?"
The two people had no expressions and seemed to have no objection to the substitution. Xi Xiangdong was holding a cigarette in his mouth and just puffing away at the smoke. His handsome profile was blurred behind the smoke.
Rao Qiyun pushed her onto the card table. Pei Xiao's palms were sweating. He glanced at Xi Xiangdong and stacked the cards cautiously.
I don’t know if it was because she was nervous or something else, but even though she thought twice about every move, she still fired several shots. While they were chatting and laughing, someone said: "Good girl, I have sent money for Mr. Rao."
Pei Xiao looked back at Rao Qiyun uncomfortably, only to see him sitting in the corner of the sofa, chatting animatedly with someone, not caring about the situation here at all. Although he had said, "If he loses, it's his fault."
, but Pei Xiao himself had no idea how much he had lost.
She was counting the cards, but when she was distracted, a card slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground.
She hurriedly lowered her head to pick it up, but the card fell to Xi Xiangdong's feet.
She was a little embarrassed and whispered: "Mr. Xi, please give way..."
He stretched out his long arm, picked up the card and placed it in her palm. The tips of his fingers touched her palm intentionally or unintentionally, giving it an itchy touch.
Pei Xiao hurriedly retracted her hand, not knowing if anyone would see this scene, but she saw that the group of people all looked calm and busy, and it didn't look like anyone had seen her. She calmed down a little, and she didn't know when she would let Qi Yun go.
After I finished chatting with that friend, I moved a chair and sat next to her to watch her fight.
She played the cards very well in this round, but her mind was a little confused. When it was her turn to play cards, she always felt that she was not energetic enough. She was about to throw out a card in her hand when someone suddenly held the back of her hand from behind: "No.
Hit this."
She was stunned when Rao Qiyun took her hand and played another card: "Play this."
He was very close to her, his chin almost resting on her shoulder, and the warm breath between his breaths brushed her face. Someone beside them glanced at them sideways: "There is no such thing as a good relationship, tsk tsk, Nanfeng