Su Miao took off her disposable gloves, wiped her fingertips with a few wet tissues, and then took out her cigarette case.
She took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lowered her head and lit it. The thin smoke lit up the lighter and she threw it casually on the coffee table, and smoke puffed out from her red lips.
Her black hair was tied up randomly, revealing her jade-white neck, and her eyebrows were delicate and bright.
This scene happened to be captured by Jiu Beiquan who walked in through the door, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
When Su Miao heard the sound, she raised her eyes and saw Jiu Beixuan's eyes glancing behind him.
Seeing her like this, Jiu Beiquan said angrily, "My brother-in-law didn't come."
Because the show was about to start, Xiao Zeyan and Tan Zhuo had already left the lounge and headed to the box. Su Miao wouldn't lose anyway, so they had nothing to worry about.
"What, your brother-in-law is introverted again?" Su Miao smiled, "Tell your brother-in-law that I have opened my mouth, and if you talk to me, you will no longer be introverted."
Jiubeifan: "..."
What's the use of telling him? Can you tell your uncle in person?
I want to see my uncle's face turn green with anger.
"Let me see how you are preparing. Are you okay?" Although Jiu Beiquan was familiar with Su Miao's fists, he had never seen her skills, so he was a little worried.
When Su Miao heard this, her bright eyes narrowed, and there was a lazy evil spirit in her delicate eyebrows, "Chenqi still cares about people, he has really grown up."
Jiu Beifan stared at her.
Don't say such things, it will make him act like a child.
Su Miao shook the cigarette ashes that were about to fall and said, "Chenqi, you can just watch the show with peace of mind. My sister will perform a series of head-explosives for you today."
The relaxed and lazy tone hides a hint of violence.
Jiu Beiquan sat next to her, "Just don't get blown up by someone else."
It's quite embarrassing to go on stage and steal people.
It's really hard to let my uncle go out.
Su Miao looked at him, raised her eyes, and smiled.
"Chenqi, as a man, you can be tough on some things, but you can't be tough on your mouth."
What a arrogant kid.
If you care about someone, just say so.
Jiubeifan: “…”
Don't want to understand.
A thin cigarette was held in his lips, and his arms were stretched out on the back of the sofa, "Does Cangqi have money?"
"What are you doing?" Jiu Beiquan asked.
Su Miao put her arm around his shoulders and said, "That's it, Sister Su, I have recently fallen in love with a man, and he said he would need a gift of 180,000 yuan before he would be willing to follow me."
"That's what I think. 180,000 yuan can allow him to do laundry and cooking at home, as well as take care of his children and the elderly. It's quite a deal. It's equivalent to a universal nanny."
Jiu Beifan's face was expressionless: "What then?"
He raised his hand to take away the cigarette, "Now I still lack one hundred and seventy-nine thousand nine hundred and fifty, can you lend it to me?"
Jiubeifan: “…”
You might as well just say borrow 180,000 yuan.
"Okay, I'll pay you back later."
Jiubeifan brushed the hand on his shoulder, "No, a man can't ask for such material things. It's better for my brother-in-law. Not only does he not ask for money, but he also pays for it."
Su Miao clicked her tongue, "Haven't you ever heard of the saying that cheap stuff doesn't mean good stuff?"
At this time, Yan Zhuo knocked on the door: "Miss Su, you are ready to appear."
"Okay, come on."
Su Miao stood up, with most of her cigarette still in the ashtray.
Jiubei Fan’s words are concise and concise, “account number.”
Su Miao picked up the mask on the coffee table and said, "No, help me place a bet of 180,000."
When the door opened, Su Miao stopped stepping out and looked at Jiubei Tan, "If you buy it, I will win. Don't buy it wrong."
Jiubeifan: “…”
Look at how crazy she is, she really deserves a beating.
The door of the room was closed, and Jiubei Cuan suddenly raised the corners of his lips.
Does this mean that she will definitely win, so there is no need to worry?
Really confident.
Game start.
The venue was noisy and crowded.
The people in the box raised their eyes and looked at the ring in unison.
Xie Chen put down his laptop.
Mu Yi put down her coffee.
Jiutingyue put down the book in his hand.
Xiao Zeyan put down the drink in his hand.
At this moment, the same slender figure was reflected in their eyes.
Su Miao stood in the middle of the ring, her eyes slightly lowered, and she casually adjusted the white straps tied to her hands, saying softly while adjusting them.
"White dyed red will look great."
As soon as the words fell, the bell for the first round rang.
I saw a figure passing by, and the white-tied fist slammed into the opponent's abdomen. After the punch, Su Miao quickly turned around, whipped his leg and hit the opponent directly on the back of the neck.
The opponent fell down.
Only two moves, less than ten seconds.
No one at the scene reacted, including the referee on the sidelines.
No one seemed to realize what had just happened, so why did someone fall down? In the end, it was Su Miao who reminded her, and the referee rang the bell to end the first game: In the first game, the young woman who had been widowed for four years won.
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Only then did everyone react slowly.
You could hear the needle dropping at the scene, as if you couldn't believe it was over so quickly.
Even Xiao Zeyan showed a shocked expression.
No wonder she dared to say, less than 10%.
Is this her true strength? Or is this not all her strength?
Su Miao looked down at her opponent and raised the corners of her mouth, "Sorry, I couldn't control it. I should play slowly for a while."
It's not stained red at all, it doesn't look good at all.
Everyone around was shocked.
It turns out that her position is to play.
Mu Yi choked and looked at Xie Chen with shocked eyes, "You made such a beautiful woman a widow for four years? What's your situation? Xie Chen doesn't shy away from medical treatment."
The man next to him raised his indifferent eyes, opened his thin lips slightly, and said in a cold voice without any warmth, "Get out."
"You are really, really bad-tempered. You were not like this before." In the past, he was at most indifferent to others.
The second game continues.
As expected, Su Miao was no longer a quick winner in this round. She was like a hunter teasing her prey. She watched the prey try its best to escape from the control, but no matter how hard the prey struggled, it could not achieve its wish.
Everyone at the scene could see that she was playing.
Underground fighting is about two equally matched people going back and forth, and a one-sided killing like this is not interesting.
Everyone was even more shocked, shocked by Su Miao's strength.
Su Miao said she wanted to blow up the Xinlong Guild Hall, and she really did it. In three hours, she picked all the fighters named in the Xinlong Guild Hall.
With the last fighter defeated, this one-sided killing finally ended.
Su Miao walked to the sidelines amidst the shocked eyes of everyone, put her hands on the fence, and looked up at the box on the second floor, "I wonder if Boss Wu is satisfied with today's performance."
Wu Shao was sweating profusely in the box.
Those sharp bright eyes seemed to be able to see him through a single-sided glass, so straight.
Su Miao naturally knew that he did not dare to come out, so she jumped off the ring and walked backstage while untying the red ties.
When passing by the trash can, I threw the strap in.
Just like that, under everyone's gaze, she left the ring area without looking back.
This scene of Su Miao's arrogance was engraved in everyone's hearts.
Back in the lounge, Su Miao picked up the mineral water and drank it hard. The mobile phone left on the coffee table rang and she pressed the answer button.
