Flash marriage president is too dominant

The atmosphere eased a lot, and the people on the card table were relieved.

I wanted to throw out the cards in my hand directly, but when I took back my eyes, long Yuqun was stunned. He threw out a card at random, raised his eyebrow gently and said indifferently:

"I'm not interested in 'everywhere' scenery!"

The implication is that she is plain and has no interest!

Then he turned his head and slowly looked at Murong yunshang. His cold eyes were like charity, but his low voice showed a clear warning:

"Especially those who are... Restless!"

I'm already the mother of a child. I don't know myself yet? Does he seem to take everything? Even if it is a celestial posture, he is not rare!

Thinking of something, the face of long Yuqun was gloomy again: "especially disgusted!" Look at this posture. I'm not a novice. I don't know how many men I've slept with!

Dirty!

Red fruit warning and rejection!

As soon as his face was cold, Murong cloud clothes quickly retracted his feet, curled up his little feet, and didn't dare to move any more.

When his feet were empty, he couldn't help but feel angry. Long Yuqun's face was very ugly. He didn't look at the card, so he grabbed the card and smashed it out.

On one side, I felt the strange atmosphere of the two people. It should have been pasted tomorrow morning. Jing Tao didn't dare to move. He continued to grasp the cards and continue to play. On the other side, Duan Xiaozi blinked with small eyes. Similarly, he didn't dare to touch or move. Which card did long Yuqun play? There were the same cards, the same cards, and no similar cards!

Trembling, this game has been going on.

Looking at the fewer and fewer cards on the table, the two players trembled and unconsciously looked at each other:

"Don't you want yellow?"

"Why hasn't anyone pasted yet? Which one should I type? "

"Which one is it? Continue or not? "

……

On the other side, looking at the card face, Murong yunshang's show eyebrow almost didn't twist out of the water: why is his luck so bad? The only way? How? Just focus on the bottom and forget to count cards!

There are so many notes, why are there five? There's already one. It shouldn't be!

Seeing all the way and listening all the way, the smart big eyes stared at the table and paid attention to their feet. They were still worried about their clothes in their mind. Murong yunshang was really like an ant on a hot pot. They were burning with anxiety.

Outside the door, Kuang Xin came to play with some friends. As soon as Kuang Xin raised his eyes, he saw Yu Hao calling and Fu Zhong walking out. He was excited and ran over with his good friend:

"Hey, heavy brother ~"

Without calling Fu Zhong, seeing the acquaintance in the private room, he rushed in with a step: "brother long is also there?"

"Wow, playing mahjong! Brother Tao, it's not interesting enough. Even if you don't call me when playing cards, you won't ask me to come and open my eyes! "

Suddenly, he was interrupted. Several people looked at him in turn and didn't answer. At this time, after selecting for a long time, young master Duan struggled for a long time. Finally, he changed the card he had been playing for a long time, threw it out, opened his mouth, and hesitated to be sure:

"Five!"

With a flash of eyes, Murong yunshang's eyes lit up: "it's burnt!"

Almost at the same time, a male voice also sounded: "paste!"

In an instant, it was like a bomb dropped. Before the people could react, Kuang Xin had patted Jing Tao and pushed down the card face on his desk: "brother Tao, what God are you going to do! It's burnt. Don't you see it? Just paste five, just right! "

In a word, the smile on Murong's lips froze.

Long Yuqun's eyes "snapped" and ran straight to Jingtao with a fecal face. He obviously blamed the calendar, as if to say: who allowed you to paste it? And it's still a coincidence to cut a beard on the way?

Helplessly holding his forehead, Jing Tao can only smile helplessly: This is really not what he wants to paste? This luck can't stop. He has pasted more than once. The cards have been removed and blocked. Who thinks he can paste?

Turning around, he also gave a hard look at Duan childe on one side this year, as if to say: who asked you to play five?

With a broken face, childe Duan was speechless and choked: How did he know he could cut his beard? I knew he'd split it for another pair! The key is that he has already pasted his cards.

Then the eyes of several people turned to behind with all kinds of fierce, awkward and accusatory eyes.

Therefore, Kuang Xin put his hand on Jing Tao's shoulder and was very excited: "win, win! It's half my credit, brother. "

As soon as the voice fell, another cold arrow like look came whizzing.

Just returned a call, Fu Chong and Yu Hao were silly at the door one after another.

Like a mournful man, Murong yunshang only cried on the spot: who can she blame for this luck? It was hard to boil until it was burnt and was cut off halfway?

The air condensed in an instant. Kuang Xin raised his eyes. Only then did he notice that the atmosphere in the scene seemed wrong.

So he subconsciously raised his hand and pushed Jingtao: what's the situation?

Looking back, if his eyes can kill, Jing Tao really wants to chop him into meat mud: his credit is not small. He doesn't come early or late. He's really tired this time! Didn't you see the face of long Yuqun dripping gloomily? Still yelling?

Taking back his eyes, long Yuqun "slammed" all the cards in his hand: don't mention his card face. From the beginning, he is a paste of seven small pairs of cards.

One of his actions is tantamount to the announcement of the end of the game.

The next second, everyone's eyes turned to the main position in the field. Now they were wearing thin Murong cloud clothes. This time, they held their breath and even dared not breathe.

With a fixed eye, Kuang Xin saw the face and dress of the woman on the card table: isn't this --?

When he was surprised, he turned his eyes and swept a bright red on the underground side. He suddenly realized that he covered his eyes and crouched down. He turned directly to the door and hid directly behind Yu Hao:

He's not in trouble, is he?

For a long time, everyone didn't move. Long Yuqun held his forehead with one hand, didn't look at Murong cloud clothes, didn't make a statement, didn't urge, and didn't start or leave. The atmosphere suddenly fell to the freezing point.

There were many men and women in the audience. In addition, there were a lot of spectators on the way. At the moment, there was an illusion of overcrowding in such a large private room. In full view of the public, they wanted to find a fair excuse. They didn't know how to speak and looked at each other. None of the men dared to act rashly and sat rigidly. Look at me and I'll look at you, The quieter the silence, the more tense the atmosphere, and the depressed people can't breathe——