928. Chapter 928 Admiring Fan You is simply too arrogant!
He said: "Second brother, don't look so bad. Why don't you just post a few notes on your son, making it look like I want your son's life? As the saying goes: If you are willing to admit defeat in a bet, it is your father's debt."
Zi'qian, Miss Mu's face can't fit, so naturally it will stick to the face of Little Prince An An, right?!"
Perhaps, to other people's ears, "the father's debt must be paid by the son" only refers to Mu Wanqing's loss at cards, which resulted in Mu An being slapped with a note.
But based on his admiration for Fan's understanding of Nan Juefeng, it was definitely a double entendre.
Nan Juefeng's other intention was to warn him: Don't provoke me, otherwise...I will try my best to kill your son in the future, and I will let your son repay the debt you owe.
Seeing the arrogant smile of different colors in Nan Juefeng's eyes, admiring Fan Junyi's forehead, blue veins twitched.
He suddenly pursed his thin lips that were filled with coldness, and then turned to a cold and hoarse voice, saying solemnly: "You're not playing with money, you're just playing with stickers, right? Okay, I'll play with you."
As he said that, he walked up to Mu Wanqing and saw that Mu Wanqing was still sitting on the chair like a zombie, not moving. Yang Mufan was a little angry and scolded in a bad tone: "What are you still standing there for?
!You are as stupid as a pig. You knew it was a trap and you still jumped in. Mu Wanqing, just forget about your shame and don’t drag your son into the water with you!!!! Get up and get out of the way!!!!!!”
After hearing Yang Mufan's scolding, Mu Wanqing quickly stood up and made room.
In the end, she pitifully hugged her son, who was as close to her as he could and could not see his eyes or nose. She huddled on the chair and looked at Yang Mufan's livid and dark handsome face through the gap in the paper.
Nan Juefeng and the others are not fools. They know that they cannot beat Yang Mufan in mahjong, but they are not afraid of death like moths flying into the flame.
So when Yang Mufan made the suggestion, they didn't even think about it. They all yawned in unison and said, "It's getting late. Let's go rest first and play some other time."
After saying this, they rubbed oil on the soles of their feet and tried to escape.
And Yang Mufan sat on the mahjong table with a strong aura and said calmly: "I will give you two choices, either put a note on your face if you lose in mahjong, or consciously put a note on your face."
Upon hearing this, Nan Juefeng immediately became furious: "Yang Mufan, you are simply too arrogant. If I don't threaten people like you, whether we play mahjong or not, whether we play with you or not, is our personal freedom. You
You have no right to interfere, let alone control. Don’t think that because you are good at skills, you just don’t take us seriously. Be careful, if we are n to one, even if we can’t beat you, we are still afraid of exhausting you to death?!”
Facing Nan Juefeng's angry and provocative roar, Yang Mufan's performance was: firstly, he was not angry, and secondly, he was still calm and composed, sitting still on the chair, slowly and skillfully turning mahjong.
When everyone thought that he would completely explode, Yang Mufan didn't even glance at them, and said something in a gentle voice. Nan Juefeng and the others started to "crack" and "crack", all at lightning speed.
They all sat down on the mahjong table in a polite manner.
He said: "It seems that you want me to stick the note for you personally."
While Nan Juefeng was playing mahjong skillfully, he gritted his teeth angrily: "Can't I play with you? You are a bloodless tyrant. You only know that you will brutally exploit us, and sooner or later you will receive retribution."
