Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

Song wanwei stared at Ruan Tingchen.

No, he's really going to fight them? It's not necessary at all.

Ruan Tingchen just patted song wanwei on the back of her hand, as if to reassure her, and then took song wanwei with Qingxiao.

When he came to a long table, he sat at the end of the table with Qingxiao's man, which is what Yingzhen called Lao Wen.

Qingxiao came to him, hugged her arm, raised her chin and looked down at Song wanwei.

"Tingchen, how did you come here?" Lao Wen played with two chips in his hand. His expression was different from that when he was outside. I don't know if it was caused by the light on his head. His eye socket was cast a shadow. The whole person's expression was a little unclear, which made people shudder.

Ruan Tingchen calmly opened his chair and sat down, holding song wanwei beside him.

"Sometimes I come to play. Moreover, it's rare to bring my wife out to make her happy." Ruan Tingchen smiled.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a roar around, and several eyes fell on song wanwei.

She was a little uncomfortable, and felt a burning look scraping her like a knife. She subconsciously glanced around and saw Qingyan standing in the crowd.

Qingyan's eyes can be said to be resentful, as if she wanted to peel off a layer of skin from Song wanwei.

Song wanwei pursed her lips and looked away.

"OK, it's really rare." Lao Wen put down his chips, then said a few words to the Dutch official next to him, and looked at Ruan Tingchen: "I'll play with you today. Don't play big, so as not to scare my sister-in-law."

"OK."

Song wanwei didn't understand this kind of thing. She just watched the Dutch officials shuffle and deal cards with so many eyes. Lao Wen and Ruan Tingchen played a silent game with cards and a pile of chips at hand.

During the whole process, neither of them spoke, but the people around them made inspiratory sounds from time to time. Sometimes they were very surprised and didn't dare to shout out.

Suddenly, Lao Wen pushed down a pile of chips, but with a smile on his face: "I lost this. Is it a cash check or Tingchen? Do you want something else?"

Ruan Tingchen smiled, as if they knew it by heart.

"Since you are so cheerful, I won't beat around the bush." Ruan Tingchen put down his card and said, "you know I'm talking about a piece of land recently? You also know that place is still very important to me."

"Well, I know." Lao Wen's expression was a little lighter: "Tingchen, we're playing a game, but it's not good for you to involve business matters? You just won a card and want me to stop?"

"Of course not," said Ruan Tingchen. "My request is that you take back all the secret means and let us compete fairly. Is this very reasonable? We should have done this."

Lao Wen's expression remained unchanged, but the light in his eyes flowed for several circles before he said, "OK, I can promise you this. Even if it's fair competition, it's not certain who won it in the end."

"That's right." Ruan Tingchen followed his words, but he didn't seem sincere.

Lao Wen put his tongue against the wall of his mouth and said, "another one."

"OK." Ruan Tingchen immediately agreed.

In this game, they were more silent, and the onlookers were silent, as if they were stunned by their aura.

This game ended faster than the previous one. Before Song wanwei could see what was going on, Ruan Tingchen had already put his cards and said frankly, "I lost."

Old Wen said with a smile, "Tingchen, you're not kind. Are you letting me?"

"How could it?" Ruan Tingchen said, "I'm not as skilled as a man. And this kind of thing has lost and won, isn't it?"

"That's right." Lao Wen nodded.

"Then I'll be simple. I'll send the check later..."

"Wait a minute." old Wen raised his hand and interrupted Ruan Tingchen.

Ruan Tingchen raised his eyes and looked at Lao Wen across the table.

The man stood up slowly and supported the table with a strong sense of oppression: "Tingchen, if you win, let me agree to your request. If you lose, you send me money. Isn't it fair?"

Ruan Tingchen was only silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "yes. Then you say, what do you want me to do - as long as it's not what I just said."

"Of course not. I'm not as good as you, Tingchen." Lao Wen sarcastically said, then his eyes fell on someone and suddenly said, "Yanyan, please make this request."

There was a sudden silence around.

Song wanwei's men grasped the skirt and were very unhappy.

Knowing the disputes between Qingyan and Ruan Tingchen, old civilization even bridged them in front of song wanwei. It was obviously revenge.

Qingyan has come to Ruan Tingchen without any hesitation, with a bottle of wine in her hand.

Ruan Tingchen still sat firmly on the chair. One hand reached out and held song wanwei's wrist. His thumb slowly rubbed her skin. He looked up and looked at Qingyan: "now that old Wen has spoken, you can say it."

"I'll pour you a glass of wine. Would you like to drink?" Qingyan stared at Ruan Tingchen directly.

The surrounding eyes focused again, and even most of them fell on song wanwei.

They all know that Qingyan has been infatuated with Ruan Tingchen for many years, but at first Ruan Tingchen and Liu Zhen were together, and then they married song wanwei. Qingyan never had a place.

They didn't pity Qingyan or pity her. Except Qingxiao, almost everyone came to see the farce with a lively attitude. They all secretly guessed in their hearts what Ruan Tingchen would do and how song wanwei would react.

This feeling of being surrounded by people was very bad. Song wanwei frowned and never loosened. At the same time, her impression of Qingyan also fell to the lowest point.

"Just drinking?" asked Ruan Tingchen.

Listen to him, just want to drink.

Qingyan's eyes lit up. She nodded quickly and her tone was light: "just one cup."

In contrast, song wanwei's ugly face.

The onlookers were also more and more excited.

"No, Mr. Ruan really wants to drink? I'm afraid Qingyan won't stop now."

"Ha ha, look at her expression..."

This "she" naturally refers to song wanwei.

But at this time, song wanwei was not in the mood to listen to what others said. She just watched Qingyan pour a glass of wine and handed it to Ruan Tingchen. Her eyes wanted to feed the wine into Ruan Tingchen's mouth.

Song wanwei's forehead was hot and suddenly reached out to grab the wine.

Ruan Tingchen and Qingyan were startled, and there was stealing laughter around.

"I knew she couldn't bear it. Who could bear it?"

"What are you doing?" Qingyan stared at her.