hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 232 The Best Gift in the World ([-])

　
　"Then you gave him a sum of money and asked him to come back and start a new life?" Tang Yumo helped him continue the popular plot of hoeing the strong and helping the weak that are common in dog-blood TV dramas.

　"No." Gu Yihan said, "I rejected him."

　"Huh?" Tang Yumo was surprised.So how did you become friends?How did he return to Italy smoothly?

　Tang Yumo asked puzzledly: "I guess, could it be that you taught him the exclusive gambling | money cheats? Yes, it must be so. It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish." Tang Yumo thought that this conjecture was relatively reasonable. It is in line with Gu Yihan's thinking of a pure businessman.

　"Wrong. This kind of thing is born with IQ and... a little bit of luck, there is no cheat." Gu Yihan said proudly: "Anyway, I only gamble once, no matter whether I win or lose."

　"In the end, you were so lucky to win." Tang Yumo felt that there really was a hand of God, and he especially favored certain people.

　"It is enough to do some things once, there is no need to be obsessed. I am not a person who is easily addicted. Only those who are addicted will lose again and again." Gu Yihan said.

　When Tang Yumo heard this, he immediately had the answer to the dangerous question that he had just thought of: Gu Yihan, you should be the same with women and feelings, right?Just like in business, such a firm and unobsessed mind has created you who are precocious, successful in youth, and able to create a huge new media empire on your own.

　So, no matter what your current relationship is, one day, you will no longer be addicted to me.

　Actually, you are not obsessed with me now, you are just. It is the first time you have come into contact with a field that you have not touched, and you feel fresh for a while
　Under the limited lighting range of night, starlight and wind lamps, they paced past the scrolls, talking and admiring them.

　Therefore, Gu Yihan didn't notice Tang Yumo's depression, and continued: "So, I will not lend a helping hand to this kind of obsessed person, until he has not learned enough lessons. Otherwise, it will only encourage him. obsession."

　"Enough lesson? What is that? His scar" Tang Yumo suddenly understood a little bit.

　"Charles continued to gamble with the money he begged, lost all his money again, and was caught by the casino to punish him for cheating."

　"How to punish? Send him to the police station? No, no, these casino tycoons are not so kind, so beat him severely?"

　"Chop|hand."

　"Chop chop. Hand? Are those third-rate TV dramas all real?"

　"What's there to be surprised about? This is benevolent. Do you want to hear the truly terrible punishment?"

　"Forget it, forget it, don't, I don't want to have nightmares, when I dream of a ghost being punished by the casino, I can't live through this day."

　Just when the two passed by a portrait of Medusa, the horrible head was entangled by countless poisonous snakes, Tang Yumo hurriedly grabbed Gu Yihan's arm with his other hand, and buried his eyes on his arm.

　Gu Yihan chuckled, and led her quickly past this overly expressive painting.

　"What happened after that? What happened after that?" Tang Yumo took a sigh of relief and became curious again.

　"At that time, I was going to the airport with my luggage, and I saw them arguing in a dark alley. Charles struggled and said that he was a painter, and he swore that he would never gamble when the prodigal son turned around. He said it was okay to cut off his feet, but absolutely not. Drop his hand."

　"Gu Yihan, I found out that you can be a novelist!" Tang Yumo suddenly said in an extremely sincere tone.

　Hearing the three words she called her own name directly, Gu Yihan's heart trembled properly: "Thank you."

(End of this chapter)