At the start of the fourth game, all three of them took it seriously.
But it is obvious that some people are willing but unable.
They seemed to be chatting and laughing on the surface, but secretly there were undercurrents.
Wen Qiao maintained the pattern of winning three games and losing one, and it was obvious that she had let the game go on purpose in the one she lost, as if she didn't want to embarrass her brothers.
It was obvious that she was controlling the pace of the game, but she was not concentrating on counting the cards. She was still observing the micro-expressions and movements of the four people.
He killed all his brothers with ease.
The way the three looked at Wen Qiao was obviously different from the beginning. This girl's talent in mathematics was not even worse than the young master's.
This couple is really terrible.
After playing more than a dozen games, the three of them kept losing. Their chips were large, so Fu Nanli bowed his head and told Wen Qiao: "You won 200,000 in one night."
Wen Qiao: …
It’s so easy to make money from rich people.
She didn't come here to play cards. She rubbed his shoulders with her hand and said calmly, "She's tired and doesn't want to play anymore."
"Okay, okay."
Money is a small matter. Being crushed by a girl in all aspects and losing face is a big matter.
Wen Qiao left Fu Nanli and walked to the bar, ordered a few glasses of wine, and enthusiastically brought them to the table to give to the brothers who had lost money to her.
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes and looked at Wen Qiao, his slender fingers gently stroking the chips in his hand.
Wen Qiao picked up the wine glasses from the silver tray and passed them to his brothers one by one.
The last one to be sent off was Fu Chuan.
This person is Wen Qiao's main suspect.
Although I heard him talking in the hospital corridor that day, the noise was so loud that it was difficult to tell which one it was.
Fu Chuan is a man of few words and looks rather gloomy.
When Wen Qiao handed him the wine, he deliberately tilted his hand and the whole glass of wine spilled onto Fu Chuan's arm.
"sorry Sorry."
Wen Qiao apologized and tried to help him roll up his sleeves.
Fu Chuan: "It's okay, I'll just wipe it off."
Fu Nanli's face turned pale. He grabbed Wen Qiao's wrist and pulled her into his arms.
Wen Qiao's eyes were still fixed on Fu Chuan, and he even wanted to lend a hand to help Fu Chuan roll up his sleeves. His enthusiasm made the Fu brothers look flustered.
Fu Cheng took the tissue and said, "Brother, wipe it."
Fu Chuan took the tissue and wiped his shirt sleeves, but did not roll up his sleeves as Wen Qiao hoped.
Wen Qiao frowned, not noticing that the man next to him had a gloomy expression.
Fu Huaiyuan: "Is Xiao Wen as good at math as our young master? Did he go to college? Which university?"
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "Conservatory of Music, mathematics is just a hobby."
With her academic performance, she could have gone to a top domestic university, but she loved music and wanted to vindicate folk music that was looked down upon by Xu Lu, Zhao Tong and others, so she had to go to the Central Conservatory of Music.
Fu Huaiming pulled his brother. The young master's face was obviously not very good, and he seemed to mind that they took up too much of the girl's time.
"Let's go to the boxing gym and have some fun."
Wen Qiao stood up and wanted to follow, but she felt a little unwilling to give up before she could figure out who had the tattoo.
The man grabbed her and her ears heard his voice: "You are not allowed to go anywhere. Stay here."
Several of his cousins had already run away.
Wen Qiao turned around and met a pair of gloomy eyes. His heart trembled. Why was he unhappy
"What’s wrong with you?"
In front of Fu Nanli, Wen Qiao is always gentle and puts away all his sharp claws.
"nothing."
His tone was indifferent, his slender fingers casually playing with the chips in his hand, and his eyes clearly said 'I'm unhappy, but you need to take the initiative to discover it'.
Wen Qiao was such a straightforward person that she couldn't even notice that the man in front of her was jealous.
"That's good," she said.
Fu Nanli's face became even darker.
Wen Qiao was a little helpless. Why was he always angry? I didn't provoke him!
(End of this chapter)