Dear, Love Me Gently

Chu Mingyang continues to ask coldly. He can't stand the little woman raising a man with her money. His money can only be spent by the little woman. The old man can't think of it.

"Not sure."

Although the answer was uncertain, Tianxin still answered with a strong sense of reason.

"Woman, you can't take my money to raise a man. When it's over, I'll gamble with the old guy alone."

This time, a man didn't cherish his words like gold.

In fact, Lu Xiaoxin hoped that Chu Mingyang would continue to cherish words like gold.

She really wanted to kindly remind him that some words should not be uttered, and some titles should not be uttered, such as the old guy.

Mr. Chu, you're looking for death.

He's your uncle!

"Sir, please take back what you just said. Respect the old and love the young. Do you know?"

Lu Xiaoxin couldn't help but suggest that a man take a closer look at who the so-called old guy is.

"Respect the old and love the young? I should give this sentence to him without looking at his old face in the mirror. When I'm old, I still get involved with the little girl. "

How old are you?

Yang Xiunian listened and found that his nephew's address to him was getting worse and worse.

"Sir, I advise you to accumulate some oral virtue."

Lu Xiaoxin seemed to see that someone was going to be unlucky, and her old nose was still unlucky.

Chu Mingyang, Chu Mingyang, don't blame me for not reminding you. It's your bad attitude.

"Many things."

Chu Mingyang stares at Lu Xiaoxin coldly. It seems that your eyes are mixed with your own difficulties. It's better not to care about others.

risk one's head?

Lu Xiaoxin really wants to ask who can't protect himself.

My aunt is now protected by the chief. Don't be safe.

"Well, I don't have much to do. Benefactor, please help yourself."

Lu Xiaoxin worshipped Chu Mingyang with her hands folded like a Bodhisattva.

Hearing what Lu Xiaoxin said, Chu Mingyang was stunned. The old guy

He doesn't know this person at all. He will never be his uncle. His uncle has a very principled life. His uncle will never play this.

Who is this man?

"Here we go. Are you ready?"

At this time, a staff member came and stood at the table.

"I've been waiting impatiently for a long time."

The man who spoke was Chu Mingyang's target tonight. When he heard the man talking, Chu Mingyang quickly adjusted his mood, temporarily put Lu Xiaoxin aside and went all out to deal with the man.

The news he received tonight was that this man would broadcast the address of the cultural relics just found to the insiders of the smuggling group at the casino tonight.

It can be seen that the person of the smuggling gang may be among these people. Who is not sure, but it can be seen that if he finds out one of them, the other will soon surface.

So the clue at the moment is crucial. He will never miss any detail.

He kept an account of Lu Xiaoxin.

Yang Xiunian saw that his nephew quickly adjusted his state of mind, and a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

It can be seen that no matter how successful a man is, he also gives up a lot for his wife 20 years ago. He once received military discipline for his wife in order to bring his wife with him.

Seeing his nephew like this at the moment, he seemed to see him in those days.

Persistent, not calm, pure confusion of the mind.

Maybe a man didn't find that he had already confused his mind and moved his mind for Lu Xiaoxin.

When Lu Xiaoxin breaks into someone's life, everything is slowly changing. Even if someone is often distressed by Lu Xiaoxin's anger, someone still enjoys it.

Lu Xiaoxin is a game addict. Here's an explanation. It doesn't mean obsession, but dementia.

She doesn't know how to play all kinds of games, including the simplest games, let alone gambling.

So when the men finished a game, Lu Xiaoxin was still in the clouds and didn't see the clue at all. All she cared about was who won or who lost. It was so simple in her world.

Lose and win!

"Brother, did you win?"

Lu Xiaoxin asked Yang Xiunian curiously.

"Yes."

Since Yang Xiunian came here, his voice has been deliberately changed. Although it was just a word, it still attracted Chu Mingyang's attention. Is this man's voice?

Unfortunately, the other party only said one word. If the other party is willing to say a few more words, he can judge whether the person is an uncle.

I didn't expect that the male god who cherishes words like gold also expects others to say a few more words.

miserable!

More sad is still ahead.

"Well, are these all ours?"

Lu Xiaoxin very close to those game coins to Yang Xiunian, which means she's gone.

Chu Mingyang's face is not very good-looking, but this is not the key. The key is the target figure sitting opposite him. He just needs to force the other party to show his feet. At that time, the phantom will take it.

"Brother, let's go."

Lu Xiaoxin knows how to accept what's good, otherwise it's easy to lose again.

But she wanted to go, but the other party was not ready to let them leave. When Yang Xiunian wanted to stand up, several men who lost money on the table were not happy.

"If you win the money, you can't go. At least play three games."

One of them stood up and looked at Yang Xiunian with unfriendly eyes.

People who come here are not unable to afford to lose, but like to look for the excitement after winning money.

Experience the taste of losing money, naturally want to win back.

Helpless, Yang Xiunian sat back in his seat, and then a indifferent attitude. In his eyes, the big deal is to play more.

Seeing Yang Xiunian sitting down, those who lost money were finally relieved.

More than ten minutes later, those who prevented Yang Xiunian from leaving regretted one after another, because the end they left this man was to lose more money.

At the moment, Chu Mingyang is not calm.

The man opposite him was the same. When he saw Chu Mingyang, the man gave Chu Mingyang a look hint.

Chu Mingyang was stunned. Did this man regard him as a member of the smuggling group?

Or

Chu Mingyang didn't give any hint to the person at will when he wasn't sure what the other party gave him.

A few minutes passed again.

"Another game, I'll fight you alone."

Chu Mingyang raised his finger and said to the old guy sitting diagonally opposite him.

"Sir, if you want to fight alone, it will be difficult to obey."

"Why, can't afford to lose?"

Chu Mingyang asked coldly.

"Sir, don't blame me for not reminding you. If you lose, you lose. If you are willing to gamble and admit defeat, you can admit your fate."

Inferior to others?

Well, he doesn't think so.

"If I lose this game, these are yours. If I lose, those are mine."

Chu Mingyang said coldly.

At this time, a man who had been silent spoke. That man was the man sitting next to Yang Xiunian and Chu Mingyang's target tonight.

"Let me bet with him."

Yang Xiunian turned to look at the speaker. At first glance, he was not a rich second generation. We can see that this man made a fortune halfway.

People who get rich on the way mostly rely on hard work or windfall wealth.

Windfall?