I'm a widow for the richest man in the world

Chapter 157 I beg you, let's go

The manager chuckled, did he cry?why is he crying
"Could it be that Ms. Meng naively thought that Qi Shaodong could beat my three masters?" He asked with a smile.

Meng Riwan looked up leisurely: "I don't know about other games, but Qi Shaodong will definitely win Pai Gow."

"He looks like an amateur." The manager didn't believe it.

Meng Riwan smiled softly; "Don't underestimate anyone. I told you that you will cry and you will cry. I think you need to prepare more tissues before you start, so that you will cry more decently when the time comes."

manager:"……"

He doesn't want to talk to such an arrogant person anymore, it's a bit irritating.

Qi Shaodong is a son, how can he be so good?

He can't believe it!
The manager waved his sleeves and left, but Meng Riwan was very calm, drinking red wine, eating fruit, looking lazy, not paying attention to the game.

Not surprisingly, Qi Shaodong lost the first game.

In the second round, he also lost.

Still in the third game.

The manager snickered over there, but Wei Qing looked a little anxious: "Young Master Qi has lost three rounds in a row, is Young Mistress not worried at all?"

"What is there to worry about? We don't want to pay for the lost money." Meng Riwan said.

Wei Qing replied: "But after all, it was the young lady who called Young Master Qi over. The old man of the Qi family knows about it, so there is no way to explain it."

Meng Riwan patted his arm: "Don't worry, Qi Shaodong is just looking for a feeling. That guy was like this from the beginning. When he regains his feeling, those people should cry. Believe me, just sit and watch the show."

Wei Qing was skeptical, but still listened to Meng Riwan's words and moved a small bench to watch.

Qi Shaodong seemed to need some time to find the feeling. Wei Qing ate three apples in a row, but Qi Shaodong still didn't get back the feeling. Then he got a little sleepy and wanted to squint his eyes.

Meng Riwan looked annoyed, and shouted at Qi Shaodong who was not far away; "Hurry up, let's go out to eat barbecue after winning the money."

"It's so easy to win money, the three of them partnered to trick me." Qi Shaodong was a little angry.

Meng Riwan: "Trash."

"Damn, you're amazing, come here." Qi Shaodong was obviously unhappy, but he didn't leave the stall and leave, instead he became more serious.

Later, Qi Shaodong couldn't hear what Meng Riwan said, and fell into his own little world.

The faces of the people watching the play slowly changed from joy at the beginning to depression, and finally a sad expression that wanted to cry appeared on their faces.

Meng Riwan and Wei Qing, who were drowsy, opened their eyes until a cry of cursing sounded.

Wei Qing stood up from the small stool in a panic: "What happened, hey, young mistress, Master Qi won."

"Understood, don't talk, don't disturb him." Meng Riwan's voice was very soft.

Wei Qing nodded obediently, his eyes were fixed on the gambling table for a moment, and Qi Shaodong, who had just won not long ago, won again.

After that, he won more and more, as if trapped in his own small world, unable to hear the words of outsiders, and more and more chips were piled up next to him. There were countless numbers, but in short, there were many, otherwise the manager would not have shed tears.

"Okay, Master Qi, we're going to close the door and stop playing." Finally, the manager couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative to speak.

Qi Shaodong: "It's not over yet."

"Stop playing, I know I'm wrong, you have a lot of adults, so go away, we're going to close the shop for a rest." The manager was about to cry.

Qi Shaodong was obviously displeased: "You are the ones who let me play, and you are the ones who don't let me play. Why, this store doesn't want to open?"

(End of this chapter)