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Chapter 141 Frustration and Waiting for a Gift ([-])

Bu Ying is very indifferent, for this kind of game, she only regards it as watching a show.

People kept coming over, serving tea and water to Bu Ying, rubbing her shoulders and legs... Among the male guests, Bu Ying earned enough envious glances.No matter men or women, they all commented on Bu Ying, but they dared not teach her to hear it.

Bu Ying closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes were distinct, as if she had a clear and sharp heart.Each eyelash seems to be thinking and talking, shining in different directions.

Although Long Yan was eager to try this farce, she felt in her heart that good luck would not fall on her.Will those good things fall on someone like her?She casually looked at her employer...

Buying's eyelashes make Longan unable to move his eyes away... What beautiful eyelashes... Longan knows that before going out every day, her master will outline her appearance.Her master is not only arbitrary, but also proud of his appearance.

In contrast, Longan's dull face looked particularly sloppy and natural.

"Natural" is a bad word, and Bu Ying often uses the word "natural" to describe longan.When Longan heard it, he lowered his head silently.

No way, the slave has no spare energy to take care of himself.

Longan was used to being submissive, and he was already very pleasing to Bu Ying's sarcasm.

In this world, there are many requirements for women, but - Longan is not a woman, she is just a slave.Just a slave.

"Everyone, everyone!" A young man who was full of energy came up. The man looked very energetic, and it was obvious that he wanted everyone's attention to fall on him.

Longan was taken aback by this man's voice.

The people around also heard the voice of gongs, drums and suona, and they all paid attention to it and looked towards the center of the stage.

"Next! We're about to officially start!" The man's voice was deliberately protracted, trying to make a fool of himself, "Everyone, hold on to the red ropes in your hands, and don't interrupt them. If you accidentally move it ahead of time, it will be invalidated."

Among the people sitting under the stage, all the gentlemen and ladies, those who should be arrogant are still arrogant, and those who should be lazy are still lazy. They don't pay attention to such things at all, and several seats are still vacant.Maybe, some of them left early, or they didn't participate in this meaningless joke in the first place.

However, those attendants holding the red rope all held their breath.

The atmosphere was still a little tense.

In the palm of Longan's hand, he was holding the red rope, as if he was holding a live wire.She didn't dare to relax, nor did she dare to be nervous, she could only hold the red thread as normal as possible.She was afraid that her breathing would affect the final result.

The first award is the Xiaoya Award.

The amount of this award is large, so it's time to grab it, right?

Longan didn't know what the Xiaoya Award was, and she didn't see how many awards there were.She only knows: the less valuable the thing, the more quantity it has!

grab!
Must grab!
Longan made enough preparations, she felt: I will definitely win the Xiaoya Award!

……

The place set up by the Yiyun Pavilion is really a mixed bag.In addition to those small shrimps and big bugs that came out of nowhere, they also recruited Tao Sheng—a person outside this situation.

At this moment, Tao Sheng looked like a hot boy, and he seemed out of place sitting in this occasion.

What was wrong, he didn't know.

Originally, he just wanted to have fun, but who would have imagined that he would be pushed to the forefront and join this troubled water...

The most important thing is - this pool of muddy water is churning, and I don't know how many undercurrents it will cause...

The tea in the cup is no longer tasteful.

Although Tao Sheng is a descendant of the Tao family, he is still a young man.At this moment, he couldn't show restraint on his face, and he couldn't lose the Tao family's face. There were already tiny beads of sweat on his forehead.

"What's so special about the Silver Thread Award?" An insignificant person standing behind Fang Xianning asked another person in a low voice.The voice was so small that Fang Xianning couldn't hear it.

"Hey, come, come, come." That stubble-faced, square-faced brawny man obviously didn't dare to let his voice be heard by Fang Xianning who was nearby, so he deliberately hid himself from a distance and said.

The two squeezed through the crowd in the back row before saying:

"What are you supposed to be?"

"Then... how can I know? Aren't they all rare objects? What's so rare? Either rich or expensive! Tell me, am I right?"

"expensive?"

"Isn't it expensive? Or..."

Before the words fell, there was a burst of crying from behind.

Everyone looked sideways, and for a moment, the crowd on the stage and behind the seats all looked back... The eyes of a group of people were concentrated in a dark depression of the crowd.

The cry came from a man—a well-dressed man.This person seemed to be drunk, and for some reason, he burst into tears.His voice was reeking of alcohol, and it was so loud that it could be heard throughout the Evian House.

The people on the stage also stopped talking.

Next to this person, there was a bearded person accompanying him.This man was also drunk and unconscious.The two hugged each other.The person who accompanied him was smiling.

Chapter 141 Frustration and the Gift of Waiting ([-])
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