The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 62

The smile on Pu Lan's face began to stiffen.

This is equivalent to direct bullying, and I can't stand it anymore: "Then I'll bet you."

Fanyin raised her eyes and looked over, Pu Lan also clenched my hand.

"I'm a big living person, I haven't authorized anyone, and I don't know how to gamble." I said, "Why should I be bet by others?"

Fanyin was trapped by me, and his eyes began to look fierce.

It's okay to go back and beat me, but I will never let Pu Lan lose to him again.

"I heard that women have better luck at the gambling table than men." I continued to force Fan Yin: "The game you choose is mainly luck, Mr. Fan dare not try?"

Fanyin didn't have any steps to get down, but the student girl next to him thoughtfully helped him out: "If a man bets with a woman, he might be suspected of bullying her, why don't I come?"

I squinted at her: "What qualifications do you have?"

She ignored me and just looked at Fanyin.

If he dares to ask this woman to bet with me, I will immediately say that I am his wife.

Fanyin was probably also troubled by this, and after a long time, he laughed: "It's obviously a matter between men, but you push a woman out, Mr. Pu is really good."

"What are you talking about?" I knew this lunatic would say, "I don't agree with him using me as a bet. Mr. Pu respects me. How did Mr. Fan change his taste? Is it because of Mr. Fan? Are you a narrow-minded person who doesn't know what rights are, and at the same time doesn't see good things in others?"

"Okay." Fanyin was finally irritated: "Sit."

I pushed Pu Lan away, sat on a chair, and said, "I'm not the kind of shameless person who bets only when I get a card. We win or lose."

"Okay." Fanyin suppressed her smile: "If you lose, you can let me handle it."

"Okay," I said, "if I win, it's nine to one."

Fanyin immediately frowned.

"Don't you dare?"

"You're not worth it." With a clear mockery on his face, he pointed at the pile of chips: "That's all, if you don't agree, get out."

"I'm not worth it?" He really wanted to die: "Mr. Fan, are you sure?"

He narrowed his eyes, obviously understanding the meaning.

"Anyone present may be worthless, but I am different." I also imitated his knife-like gaze, staring at him in disgust: "I am..."

"Shut up." Fanyin suddenly frowned, "Deal the cards."

The cards were dealt out, and neither of us joined in the banker-player and blackjack games, so the rules were the same as the previous game.

I got a Jack and a 2 for a total of twelve points.No doubt going on.

Fanyin asked for one too.His upcard is 9.

A 5 was sent, and it was seventeen o'clock. This is the most hesitant point.

Fanyin didn't say a word, she held the cards in her hand and didn't move for a long time.

For many people, there is no need to hesitate at all within seventeen points, and they will choose to ask for cards.I'm timid, and I can't make up my mind at fifteen o'clock.

So the reason why Fanyin is so hesitant is because his points are already big enough?

But mine is big enough, and it's easy to blow up if I ask for it.

but……

Forget it, why am I under so much pressure, don't I have to go back and get beaten if I win or lose?

I continue to ask for 2.It's nineteen o'clock. Although it didn't explode, it was really disturbing.

Fanyin glanced at me with a smile and asked for another one.

I can only fight, I will continue to ask for it!An A was sent, and it changed to twenty o'clock.

My heart seemed to be tied to a spring, and it was up and down, tossing the river and the sea.

Fanyin withheld the cards, continued to ask for cards, and turned a corner.Then leaned back in the chair, lit a cigarette, and asked with a smile, "Where do you want to go later? Have supper? Watch a movie? A hotel?"

Are you so sure you'll win?Can't you tell from my expression that my cards are already big!
Even though a novice like me is not very good at calculating multipliers, I still know that the only thing that can guarantee me not to lose is to come to A. Moreover, I already have an A, and Fanyin also has five cards in his hand. If he gets three A, then I'm blind.

Even if he doesn't have an ace, the chances of me getting an ace are slim to none.

But the look of this guy's inevitability is unsettling.

I'm going all out!
Yes!
A!

Yo ho!

I didn't want to hide my excitement at all, and I looked at Fan Yin proudly: "When is Mr. Fan planning to restore justice?"

"You decide." Fanyin said with a smile, and tapped the table in the direction of the dealer with his fingers.

The croupier pushed the cards to him, but he didn't look at them and just said, "No more."

"I don't want it either." I said as I opened the cards.

Fanyin glanced at my cards, still smiling: "Good luck." Turning over all the playing cards in front of me.

I looked up and saw that the cards in his hand were 9, 6, a pair of 2s and a pair of aces!

This!
Who wins this?Is it a tie?
Fanyin looked down at the last A on the table, and smiled deeper: "It seems that my luck is also good."

It really pissed me off!Is this guy cheating!
I clenched my fists: "Come again."

"I won't come. I'll be fair again next week. I'm [-]%." As he said, he stood up and smoked a cigarette, walked around the gaming table and came in front of me. He bent down, pressed my head, and asked with a smile: " Did you have fun?"

How can you have fun if you don't win!
"Go home." He suddenly pressed the back of my head, kissed the top of my head vigorously, stared dangerously into my eyes, smiled almost cruelly, and whispered softly: "My little wife. "

My hair stood on end for a while, and I felt that I was definitely useless.It's a pity that luck is so important, and I didn't win at blackjack...

As soon as this matter was exposed in front of others, Pu Lan lost all the position that I wanted to stay.So I couldn't count on him, Fanyin grabbed my neck and carried me out of the casino.

The driver opened the door, Fanyin pushed me in, and got into the car himself.As soon as he sat down firmly, another force squeezed in from the door, it was the student girl.As soon as she sat in, Fanyin immediately hugged her.

I knocked on the car door with my elbow, then covered my stomach, closed my eyes and moaned.

Fanyin's voice came: "What's wrong?"

"Stomach hurts..." I said weakly.

A hand wrapped around my shoulder, and I leaned into his arms, and quietly raised my middle finger to the student girl.

Since you are a call girl, you should sell it honestly. What is it to squeeze in?
Fanyin gently stroked my back, touched my forehead, and asked softly, "Why does my stomach hurt suddenly?"

"Suddenly squeezed..." I buried my face delicately into his neck, afraid that he would see the flaw in my eyes.

"Stop." Fanyin ordered.

The driver braked, and suddenly there was a bang and a scream, Fanyin turned his head, and I leaned over too.The student girl was clutching her forehead, with pear blossoms in her eyes: "It hurts..."

"Go to the hospital if it hurts." Fanyin said, "Go down."

The student girl froze, clenched her fists, and looked surprised.

Someone opened the car door and dragged the student girl out, probably to pay the bill?It is impossible to kill.

I was poking my head to see how much I paid, when my head was pushed back suddenly, Fan Yin's face appeared in front of my eyes, and he pinched my jaw: "How long will it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt now."

He didn't speak, and slowly moved his face closer to mine.I shrunk my neck, but his lips were still bitten by him. I leaned back again, and was pressed against the car window by him.

In all fairness, he didn't bite hard and kissed very gently, this kind of strength should feel good.But I was extremely uncomfortable, and the irritability rolled up in my throat, robbing my ability to breathe.

He let go, still pinching my jaw, making it impossible for me to turn my head.

"Isn't making money for you to spend?" He looked at me with half-anger: "I turn my elbows out all day long."

"You sent me to him."

"I gave it to you today too?" He let go, sat back, and said indistinctly: "Bitch."

"Oh." I retorted: "I don't know who leads a Mexican beauty in the morning, and a Japanese loli in the evening. The fake breasts are like two balloons stuffed, be careful not to explode."

He glanced down and raised his hand to flick my chest.I put my arms around my chest and managed to avoid it. He let out a smile: "If it's really all of this color, I'd rather have a fake one."

I glared at him, and dragged out in a rage: "Your looks are not good either!"

He frowned and stared.

Forget it, I dare not say any more, I am afraid I will be beaten.

"Say it again." His voice came darkly.

I dare not say it.

He suddenly grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me in front of him, glanced at me, and repeated in my ear: "Good boy, say it again."

I had no choice but to mutter: "Your fineness is not very good..."

"Then who is better?"

"My sweetie."

"Isn't that me?" His tone was more serious: "Don't try to fool me."

"The same hardware and different software have different user experiences." Impulsivity is part of emotional intelligence, and I must learn more about how to control my temper: "My sweetie doesn't smoke or drink, and she smells like milk. Your mouth It stinks like a dog's mouth, and likes to use the things that grow under the belly button as perfume, it's disgusting, tsk tsk..."

Sure enough, he calmed down, let go of his hand, and said slightly: "You kissed a dog's mouth."

"You don't need to kiss a dog's mouth, you can smell it from afar."

He glanced at me and said coldly: "You will feel uncomfortable if you don't get beaten for a day."

"Who started humiliating each other first?"

"You." He was plausible: "I'm telling the truth, you are too small, your shape is barely strong, and the hand feel is not good."

"I'm telling the truth." Is he the only one who can sarcasm with his long mouth?Me too: "Your mouth smells bad, your perfume is disgusting, and you're rude."

He sneered: "You like the smell of expired milk on cowards."

"You just like the smell of cheap perfume on whores!" That's right, he still has that smell on his body now, and it's disgusting: "Don't compare, you are the more disgusting, no taste!"

He fell silent.

I calmed down for a while before I started to be afraid: he didn't strangle me to death.

(End of this chapter)