Wen Yan played with the dice lazily.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"
The sound of dice is unheard of, beating on everyone's heart, seeming to express their boredom.
He gave the people in the audience a dull look, which was really boring.
Suddenly a young man came into view. Although most of the young man's facial features were hidden under the mask.
But those eyes easily stole people's attention.
The crows are black, like cattail leaf eyelashes, twinkling and flickering, constantly tickling people's hearts, itching into their hearts.
The black eyes are like bottomless whirlpools, tempting people to walk in and fall into the abyss.
Here comes the fun stuff.
The smile on Wen Yan's face is getting deeper and deeper, as gentle as an orchid's tranquility, tempting people to open their hearts to him, and finally tearing apart his gentle mask on the surface, admiring the unbelievable, lonely, angry, and even desperate expression on the prey's face, thinking It's interesting to think about it
As a young man as clean as a clivia, let me destroy you.
Wen Yan wanted to pretend to meet the young man, but found that the young man was slowly walking towards him.
Noble and elegant temperament, sacred and inviolable eyes
Noble and elegant, cold and pure, poppy temptation... cleverly crushed and spread all over the young man.
Everyone was talking about whose child this was and why they had never heard of it before.
Xiao Mo walked up to Wen Yan and said, "Do you want to bet?"
"Bet." Why not bet
He not only wants to win the pretty girl, but also the young man's heart. What will the young man's expression look like if he peels off the cold mask? The conquest factor in his body is surging. He really wants to win it, and then slowly destroy it.
The young man's white jade hands tapped on the table, making a crisp sound that flowed into everyone's heart.
"Gambling for treasure?" (Gambling for treasure is commonly known as comparing big and small)
Xiao Mo responded indifferently. To her, it was the same as anything else, and the final winner could only be her.
Xiao Mo took out a jade ornament from his arms and placed it on the table and asked, "Can this be used as a bet?"
Wen Yan smiled softly, like the spring breeze in March: "Actually, you can use whatever you want." It would be best if it was you.
There was a hint of pampering in these words, but Xiao Mo, who was obsessed with money, didn't notice it.
She is now looking at one banknote after another and saying hello to herself. Mom no longer has to worry about me running out of money.
Wen Yan skillfully shook the dice box, and the sound of the dice hit his heart. He was in a panic, unable to calm down, and held his breath nervously.
Wen Yan thought that the young man would be nervous and nervous, but he found that he was wrong. The young man stood there lazily, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table, which was a bit too leisurely.
It seemed like she was just hanging out in her back garden admiring the view.
Interesting, interesting, so interesting. He has seen people with all kinds of behaviors, but he has never seen anyone as unique as the young man.
Yes, it was unique. He couldn't tell what the young man liked. The cold aura was as clear as the first snow on the mountain.
There was a layer of mist on her body, covering her better figure, but it was vague and made people even crazier.
"Pah—" He turned the dice box upside down on the table and now became the boy's lead singer.
"Hey, do you think he can guess it right?"
"Bao Yi
"No way, that's Wen Yan. Since the establishment of Xingyan, I haven't heard of anyone who can beat him. I really can't think of it. Why should I choose Wen Yan?"
"No, it's a pity. Although I can't see the child's face clearly, her eyes are really beautiful, and the temperament she exudes cannot be cultivated by an ordinary family. She must be a rich man."
"I can guarantee with my wife that this young man must be a stunning beauty."
(End of chapter)