The third time he raised the gun, the black gun was pressed against the black hair. Maybe it was because there were too many people in the room and the air was stuffy, or maybe it was because of the great pressure. Sweat slid down from Ye Nianmo's forehead into his meticulously dressed shirt.

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The Middle Easterner signaled the start. Suddenly, a drunkard rushed out of the crowd and bumped into Ye Nianmo. Ye Nianmo staggered back after being hit by him. Everyone rushed to catch him. Seeing that he was a regular customer in the club, they did not blame him.

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After three crisp sounds, Ye Nianmo put the pistol on the table. The handle of the pistol was covered with sweat. The Middle Eastern man gave Ye Nianmo a thumbs up and waved his hand.

A blue velvet box was taken out and he opened it himself. The heart of the ocean inside shone under the light.

He doesn't care about the money. For rich people, the excitement of watching others wander on the edge of life is much more interesting than this dead thing that can only be placed in the collection room.

"Come here often when you have time." He patted Ye Nianmo's shoulder, turned and left with a smile.

In the hotel lobby, the Arab looked at the drunkard who bumped into Ye Nianmo in the club and was speechless in surprise, "What on earth is going on?"

The goal was achieved, and Ye Bo did not hide it, “We had no intention of buying Heart of the Ocean from the beginning, because we couldn’t afford it, and because people in the Middle East wanted to buy it.

The anxious resistance I showed in the club was to prove to him that we were absolutely cooperating with the game without knowing anything."

The Arab took a sip of wine, and his curiosity was obviously aroused, "So when you were playing with the revolver, this gentleman had already replaced the bullets in the pistol in advance? How?"

Yu Lan smiled, "That's half right. I did switch the pistol after hitting him, but the first two shots were real, which means that he could have been unlucky enough to see one of the first two shots.

God, there won’t be anything behind me.”

"Uncle Yu, thank you." Ye Nianmo said sincerely.

Yu Lan waved his hands and stood up, "I have to go back, otherwise your Aunt Yun will get mad again and say that I don't care about my family."

Yu Lan walked away, and Ye Nianmo and Ye Bo also stood up to say goodbye. The Arabs watched these two courageous Chinese disappear on the street, and after tutting, they suddenly screamed: "They haven't paid the bill yet!"

The engagement date of Ding Yiyi and Ye Chuyun was set in the Maldives on November 1st. The date came in the blink of an eye. Sitting in the dressing room, Ding Yiyi looked at herself in the mirror with exquisite makeup, her thoughts a little misty.

After sending the invitation to Ye Nianmo, there was no response from him. It was like pebbles dropped into the sea. She felt uneasy and uneasy, with a hint of self-abasement. After getting engaged, she would get married, and this would be her final destination.

The cell phone rang suddenly, and she picked it up. Song Mengjie's voice was faint, "Congratulations."

"Thank you, aren't you coming?" Ding Yiyi felt a little sad and asked, suppressing the urge to cry.

Song Mengjie said: "Well, I'm sorry I can't come. I'm in Tibetan area and the children here need me."

There was a long silence on both ends of the phone. Song Mengjie was the first to speak, "I thought you would end up with Zhuo Xuan or Ye Nianmo, but I didn't expect you would choose Ye Chuyun in the end."

"There are too many unpredictable things in the world, just like you and me." Ding Yiyi took a deep breath. For Song Mengjie, even if the misunderstanding has been resolved, the friendship between the two cannot go back.
Chapter completed!