Liang Wei urged Mo Yu: "Clumsy, don't hurry up and let Qiao Shao go!"
"do not."
Qiao Yang pushed back and said, "It's boring to drink so much. Let's play something else and drink together. What's the fun here? Cards? Dice?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Wei glanced at the others, snickered in his heart, and said, "Since Young Master Qiao has said so, then there must be something to add to the fun."
Liang Wei instructed the people beside him: "Play Sangong, ask someone to bring the dice."
Play dice
Qiao Yang is looking for his own death.
The entire clubhouse belongs to Liang Wei's family, and he is too familiar with the game here.
Several people tacitly exchanged smug eyes, but saw Qiao Yang pouring all the whisky in Mo Yu's hand into several wine glasses on the table.
He took other wine bottles and opened them one by one. There was a mess in all the empty cups, and all the cups full of wine were pushed into the middle of the table, causing a sound of ding ding dong dong colliding with their backs.
Liang Wei and the others were stunned: Who can tell which cup has medicine in this TM
But it doesn't matter.
Hmm, as long as you can't drink it yourself.
Playing dice, Qiao Yang, this idiot, don't even want to win!
Games start.
Liang Wei and Qiao Yang each took a dice box and shook it.
"open!"
Liang Weisheng was holding the ticket and opened the lid with a smile: 6, 5, 5. The mantissa is 6.
The box cheered and applauded: "Damn, Brother Liang is so powerful!"
Unless Qiao Yang's mantissa is 7, 8, 9.
Otherwise, there is no way to win.
Qiao Yang smiled lightly and slowly lifted the lid: the black dice in the tray with three white three dots face up.
"Three three!"
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!" The exclamation sounded.
"Young Master Qiao, did you bump into it?"
"It's really lucky."
Qiao Yang didn't care at all, raised his chin to signal Liang Wei to drink.
Liang Wei looked at Qiao Yang's dice confidently and gritted his teeth: "Okay, you are lucky this time."
The bizarre lights in the box made it difficult to distinguish the color of the wine in the wine glass. Liang Wei tried hard to find a wine glass other than light brown liquid.
I finally found a glass of transparent liquor and drank it with my neck up.
Liang Wei put down his glass and shouted, "Come again!"
He didn't believe that Qiao Yang's luck would still be so good.
In the second round, the lid is opened.
The dice in Liang Wei's hand are 2,3,4. It adds up to 9, the largest mantissa.
"Brother Liang deserves to be my brother Liang."
"It's the first time I've seen such a big mantissa."
"Damn it, Brother Liang is so bullying."
Although he said that, he looked at Qiao Yang with the appearance of watching a good show.
And Liang Wei even got carried away in the compliments around him: "How about Mr. Qiao, come on."
Qiao Yang didn't care much, and opened the lid under everyone's attention.
Still three three.
"Wow!"
There was an uproar from the box.
"My God, it's so fake!"
"It's really wicked."
"Has Qiao Shao hung up today?"
Liang Wei's whole face was a little red because he poured a big glass of high-count liquor. He pointed at Qiao Yang's dice and shouted:
"This, how is this possible, how can you..."
The whole person was filled with unbelievable stubbornness and slightly rising anger.
"Why, can't you play?"
Qiao Yang's voice was light, but rose slightly.
There was a hint of provocation and contempt in his half-smile eyes.
Liang Wei was blown up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
This is the tone they usually use to provoke Qiao Yang.
Qiao Yang, how dare he!
Why is he!
Liang Wei glared at him, the whites of his eyes were red, and he said fiercely, "Okay! Do it again."
He carefully selected a glass of transparent wine and drank it all in one go.
The third game: open.
When Qiao Yang lifted the lid, the box fell silent.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the three white dots in the tray in astonishment.
I don't know who missed a word in a low voice: "Fuck! It's so handsome!"
Then the voice became chaotic:
"Really handsome!"
"Young Master Qiao, has this been practiced?"
"I have never seen anything like this playing with the Macau gambling king!"
Only Mo Yu sat quietly beside Qiao Yang, but he couldn't hold back the excitement and surprise in his heart.
He quietly looked at the handsome man beside him, watching him casually rolling the dice, watching his winning attitude...
Mo Yu's eyes sparkled: Why didn't I find him so powerful before!
Liang Wei almost shouted: "You can play Lao Qian!"
Qiao Yang replied calmly: "This is your family's dice, and it was handed to me from your hands. How can I play with so many people watching?"
"You! This is impossible!"
Liang Wei stood up abruptly and roared at him.
His face was red and scary, and his eyes were bloodshot because of the high concentration of liquor.
The successive losses made him even more embarrassed and angry, and his face was hideous.
Mo Yu was so nervous that he stretched out his hand and gently pulled the corner of La Qiaoyang's clothes.
Qiao Yang looked back at him and smiled slightly: "Don't be afraid."
The man raised the corner of his mouth and smiled lightly, revealing a row of white and neat teeth, pale red lips, and fair skin as warm as jade.
Against the bizarre lights, the whole person seems to be shining brightly.
Mo Yu was stunned.
Is he so beautiful and gentle
Why was he so afraid in the first place, that he missed such a good person.
Qiao Yang grabbed a glass of wine from the table and stood up.
Then he stretched his long arm around Liang Wei's neck and said with a smile, "Men, are you willing to admit defeat?"
With that said, the two of them sat down together again.
In the eyes of others, Qiao Yang's movements are very natural, he talks like a joke, and his good buddies circle Liang Wei's neck.
Only Liang Wei himself knew how hard it was to wrap his arms around him. He didn't even have a chance to struggle, and fell straight on the sofa.
Can't move.
Liang Wei was stiff and forgot to react.
Obviously everything was set up by him, why is it all out of control now. It seems that after Qiao Yang came in, the whole scene got out of control.
Now even breathing is controlled by Qiao Yang.
Liang Wei was slightly suffocated by his arm.
Did he know there was something wrong with the wine
No, Qiao Yang couldn't possibly know.
Everyone here wants to see Qiao Yang's jokes, and it is impossible for anyone to leak news to him.
At this time, Qiao Yang brought the wine glass to his mouth, with a rising smile in his voice: "Brother Liang, drink it."
Liang Wei's eyes narrowed and his heart jumped: the color of the drink is light brown!
He gritted his teeth and closed his lips, staring at Qiao Yang instinctively, trying to break free from Qiao Yang's arm, in exchange for more suffocating restraint.
Qiao Yang was very close to him.
There was a cold light in the eyes that seemed to be smiling, and the light flickered with a dazzling light.
The sharp-edged outline, seemingly soft, has this terrifying tenacity.
A low voice came from my ear, whispering like a charm, and terrifying like a poison: "Brother Liang, don't worry, there's nothing in here."
As soon as the words fell, Liang Wei was like pouring a basin of ice water from the top of his head. At that moment, the dryness and heat all over his body after drinking disappeared, and he was replaced by a biting chill.
Liang Wei's hands and feet were numb and shaking like a lack of oxygen.
he knows!
Qiao Yang knew from the beginning that there was something wrong with the wine!
Once again, those dark and shameful thoughts in my heart were stripped out alive and exposed to the sun.
Liang Wei was embarrassed and had nowhere to hide.
Joe Yang
This is not the Qiao Yang he knew!
Because of the suffocation, Liang Wei instinctively opened his mouth, the wine glass tilted in an instant, and the cold wine poured into his mouth, which irritated his throat with bitterness.
With his neck strangled, he could only instinctively swallow the drink until the last drop completely flowed out of the bottom of the glass.
Through the transparent glass back, he saw the astonishment and fearful eyes of the people present.
The people in the box finally discovered the difference between the two.
Like Liang Wei, he showed a surprised look that he couldn't believe that things would develop into the current situation.
Qiao Yang finally let go of Liang Wei.
With an undisturbed smile in his eyes, he gently put down the wine glass, picked up the paper on the table to wipe his hands, and moved gently and gracefully.
The voice is still soft and bright, rising: "Brother Liang, is it delicious?"
It's a bold provocation.
Liang Wei couldn't stop wheezing and coughing.
Shame, fear, trembling, and shocking emotions intertwined in his heart, making him not know how to open his mouth to take Qiao Yang's words.
Just stared at him with red eyes.
After a while, there was a reaction in the box. Someone quietly asked Liang Wei, who was coughing, "Brother Liang, are you all right?"
Liang Wei's eyes were red and he roared in a low voice, "Qiao Yang, you dare to play with me?"
It's just that there is no toughness in the tone, and after careful consideration, there is even a trace of grievance.
"Playing with you?"
Qiao Yang snorted: "Returning the favor, before Brother Liang wants to do anything in the future, think about it more..."
He paused for a moment, and his voice became low: "... think about whether you can bear the consequences."
As soon as he finished speaking, the box fell into awkward silence again.
The moment they saw Liang Wei being drunk, they realized almost at the same time: Qiao Yang, he knew from the beginning that there was something wrong with the wine!
Qiao Yang glanced at them lightly, and when he was about to leave, the box door was kicked open with a kick.
All eyes were drawn to the past.
Who dares to kick the box door that gathers all the wealthy young masters in S City, someone was about to get angry, and when they brought the person at the door, they instantly persuaded.
The awkward silence in the box was broken, but replaced by another eerie silence.
The person sitting closest to the door couldn't help shrinking inward, and his voice was flattering and agreeable:
"Jo... Boss Joe. You, why are you here?"
They are playful young masters, but they usually spend their days dawdling and bullying people based on their family background. But to the circle must remain polite.
Therefore, they didn't dare to touch Qiao Yang head-on, but secretly played some dark tricks that people couldn't grasp.
As for Qiao Zhen, it was the presence of awe that they had to hide away from each other when they met.
Qiao Zhen ignored these people, just glanced at Liang Wei coldly, and then shouted: "Qiao Yang, come out!"
The moment Qiao Yang was kicked open, his whole body froze.
His eyes were instantly moist: ... brother.
He has the memory of the original owner, but can only want to overlap the memory when he is prompted and sees the person's appearance.
Qiao Zhen---the eldest brother of the original owner.
Just like Qiao Sheng, his brother looks exactly the same.
Qiao Yang suddenly understood the meaning of his wearing here.
He seemed to hear his brother's dying voice again in his ears: "...Yangyang, don't be sad, I will wait for you in that world."
Qiao Zhen looked at him with disgust in his eyes: "How long are you going to stay in this smoky place, come out!"
Qiao Yang stood up abruptly and walked over quickly, with an unbelievable surprise in his eyes, his voice trembled slightly: "...Brother."
The author has something to say:
Big brother is cold.
The second brother is handsome.
Liu Wen is loyal.
Mo Yu is cute.
Gu Ye... is someone who can only make small reports.