The speculation was so shocking that her first instinct was to deny it.
Lu Huai and Saint—
How can it be!
There was a moment of confusion in her mind, and it seemed that countless pictures flashed in front of her eyes, but it was difficult to capture.
Saint cheated on her in Leland, and her debt is still outstanding.
Saint knew that she had signed the gauntlet with 10 million this time, and finally took up the challenge.
Saint only participated in one round of betting, and with the result of all in position, he once again stabilized her head.
All her impressions of Saint, except arrogance, are still arrogance.
…
All of these seem to have nothing to do with the elegant and dignified man in front of him.
Lu Huai and the sky-high price took the Milky Way Night as a gift for her.
Lu Huaiyu collected several of her paintings.
Lu Huaiyu coaxed her to let her go. For so long, he was not even willing to say a single serious word.
He has been with her from the age of seventeen to now.
All the gentleness and patience in this man were given to her.
How can it be? !
…
Just as she was thinking, she suddenly felt a warm and powerful force coming from her head.
Lu Huaiyu gently rubbed her hair, and asked with a low smile:
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
The little girl's reaction was really a bit strange.
Shen Li came back to her senses and focused her gaze.
She suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and looked away:
"It's nothing, I just think... the second brother can even guess the third, it's really... very powerful."
Lu Huaiyu noticed Shen Zhijin's gaze from the side, withdrew his hand, and said with a smile:
"Just a random guess."
The tone of voice was always lazy and undisciplined, as if he didn't take this horse betting seriously.
Gu Siyang was speechless:
"...Second Young Master Lu, please don't say such things in front of us next time, okay?"
Do you think they were not injured enough? Not hurting enough
Just a random guess is so accurate, let them study hard for a long time, but still lose everything, how can they live
Shen Li curled her fingers and looked at him again:
"Then the second brother should have made a lot of money this time, right? Didn't the second brother also win in the previous rounds?"
There seemed to be a bit of curiosity in her clear, jet-black peach blossom eyes.
Lu Huaiyu laughed, and handed over the phone casually:
"Pocket money, I will buy you candy later."
Shen Li moved closer to him, and the content of his mobile phone page came into view.
Those are the transaction records of his participation in the horse racing betting at the Jockey Club, and each transaction is clear.
Every sum is a profit, and the accumulation is indeed an astonishing number in the end.
However, because SS level members have a single transaction amount limit, it is still quite different from Saint.
She looked at it and suddenly said:
"It's really a pity that the second brother didn't get promoted to the SSS level member."
Lu Huai raised his eyebrows slightly:
"It seems that I earn too little?"
Shen Li shook her head and looked away from the phone screen.
Looking at this, of course nothing can be seen, she has two accounts herself.
As for Lu Huai and...
Gu Tinglan looked sideways:
"The last game is over, we should go back, there will be a reception in the evening—"
Speaking of this, he paused and looked at Shen Li.
After a moment of silence, he said word by word:
"Tonight, your drink will be prepared separately."
Now the one who is most afraid of Chen Li drinking is not Shen Li, but him.
Of course, Lu Huai and the other side are probably the same as him.
Shen Li was still thinking about Saint, but when she heard Gu Tinglan's words, she finally calmed down and nodded consciously.
Gu Tinglan still didn't dare to rest assured.
Anyway, he must keep an eye on it at night.
Shen Zhijin stood up first:
"Tangtang, let's go."
Shen Li responded and came to Shen Zhijin's side.
After walking a few steps, she couldn't help but look back.
Lu Huai was one step behind her, and Gu Siyang was following him, eagerly asking for advice.
Although the Jockey Club is over, Gu Siyang feels that he should learn more from Lu Ershao.
There was a din of people around, but there seemed to be an invisible aura covering Lu Huaihe's body, which seemed to make this scorching day a bit chilly.
He tilted his head slightly, his black hair drooped, the line from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose was perfect, and the jawline was clean and neat.
The breeze stirred his black shirt, two buttons on the collar were unbuttoned, revealing the straight collarbone.
Extremely cold, luxurious and abstinent.
Shen Li looked away.
Lu Huaiyu seemed to sense something, looked up and saw the little girl was following Shen Zhijin, Shen Zhijin was talking to her, she nodded.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, and vaguely felt that the little girl seemed to be...
Just as he was thinking, his phone vibrated.
He took it out and found that it was Cheng Xiyue's message.
He obviously already knew the situation here.
[Lu Er, it's still yours. Really, if I were Gambler, I will remember you for two lifetimes.]
Lu Huaiyu only glanced at it, and quickly turned off the screen and put away the phone.
…
There was still some time before the evening reception, so Shen Li went back to Gu's house first.
She entered her bedroom, locked the door, and then sat down in front of the table.
She maintained this position for a long time.
She seemed to be thinking a lot, but she didn't seem to think about anything, her mind was in chaos, and when she wanted to sort it out carefully, it was empty.
Until Wen Xiao's phone call broke the silence of the room.
Shen Li picked it up:
"Uncle Wen."
Wen Xiao made this call mainly to congratulate her, but when she heard her call, she somehow felt something was wrong.
"What's the matter? With this tone, you lost the horse bet?"
It shouldn't be, she has always had good eyesight in this area.
Didn't you guess all the previous times
Shen Li lowered her eyes:
"no."
"No? Then you are—" Wen Xiao's voice paused, and he suddenly realized something.
Tsk, almost forgot someone.
He paused, and tentatively asked:
"Saint is here?"
"Um."
Shen Li still couldn't hear any emotion in her answer.
But her reaction was enough to make Wen Xiao understand one thing.
"...you lost again?"
You, again, lost.
These four words came from the receiver very clearly.
Shen Li didn't speak.
Wen Xiao regretted the words as soon as he uttered them: This question is too heart-wrenching.
As far as this aunt is concerned, it is enough to be angry if she loses, or if she loses for the second time, I really don't know what the situation is now.
He coughed:
"Well, Ali, I didn't mean that..."
"I bet on the streak, but he bet on the position."
Shen Li calmly explained.
A few words are enough to explain everything.
Wen Xiao reacted for a while and held his breath.
—Saint deliberately pressured her to win!
What could be more irritating than when you thought you were going to win, but in the end you were completely crushed and lost!
But Wen Xiao quickly noticed something unusual.
In this case, her reaction doesn't seem right...
He paused:
"A Li, in fact, winning or losing is not that important at all, you are just a little less lucky than him—"
"Saint."
Shen Li suddenly spoke and interrupted his words,
"I seem to know him."
The sun is finally out
(end of this chapter)