After Song Xiang coaxed Duan Ge, he had to be extremely vigilant to avoid offending Gong Shiheng and his group.
The waiter led her and Duan Ge upstairs and stopped at the door of the largest box.
Duan Ge put one hand in his pocket and had no intention of knocking on the door.
Song Xiang reached out and knocked. No one opened the door, so she pushed the box door open herself.
In an instant, the box became quiet, and everyone looked towards the door.
Song Xiang saw Yan Han sitting in the middle of the sofa at a glance. He changed his clothes, a dark blue shirt, and the sleeves were rolled up to his forearms. At this moment, he was hugging Wen Wenxin's waist. He lowered his head and said something unknown, which made Wen Wenxin happy.
Biting your lip and blushing.
"Come in quickly, there's a round about to start."
Gong Shiheng got up from the sofa and took the initiative to greet Song Xiang and Duan Ge. He was polite and thoughtful and couldn't find anything wrong with them.
Song Xiang withdrew his gaze from Yan Han, turned sideways, and let Duan Ge advance.
Duan Ge was still trying to save face, so he took the initiative to meet Gong Shiheng, and then pulled Song Xiang to sit down.
There were seven people in the room, and there was another woman next to Lu Zechen, who seemed to be named Beibei. The two were sitting at the bar, flirting.
Song Xiang turned a blind eye to Yan Han, but felt that Lu Zechen was very hateful. Yan Han at least knew that he could be delayed by one person, but this person was always merciful and did not care whether the schedule would be rescheduled.
Lu Zechen noticed her gaze and walked down from the bar with a wine glass in hand, with a teasing expression, "Ms. Song, are you interested in Mr. Lu? She has been staring at me since she walked in without even blinking."
Song Xiang's face was indifferent, his posture was very regular, but his tone was a bit sarcastic, "Young Master Lu is good-looking, so I shouldn't be guilty of looking at him twice."
"Really?" Lu Zechen sat next to Yan Han, put one hand on Yan Han's shoulder, pretending to be surprised, "In all these years, no one has ever praised me for how good I look when Li Han is around."
Yan Han's mood was light, and he pulled his arm away without any dignity, and said in an indifferent tone, "It's her fault that she's blind. If you believe it, then you're stupid."
"You are too overbearing. Is it possible that people can only praise you?" Lu Zechen clicked his tongue repeatedly, very artificially.
"Okay, invite people over and start quickly."
Gong Shiheng asked people to clear the place, and then walked down to invite people.
Only then did Song Xiang discover that there was a small gambling table opposite the bar, with a pile of chips, cards and dice piled on it.
"Are you going to bet?" Duan Ge became interested, got up and walked onto the stage, "How do you want to play?"
"Originally we were going to play Stud, but Miss Wen said she couldn't do it, so she could only play Landlord instead." Gong Shiheng shrugged, put one hand on the edge of the gaming table, and said with a smile: "That's why I brought you here, people.
The more you play, the more fun it will be.”
Song Xiang thought to himself that stud is not difficult. With Yan Han's temperament, he should teach him personally. If he can't learn it, just kiss him. If he learns it in one night, his kissing skills will become a god.
She looked at Gong Shiheng and said, "Originally, the five of you can also play."
Gong Shiheng looked helpless, clasped his mouth with one hand and cleared his throat, "Ze Chen said he couldn't bear to let his little sweetheart fight alone, so he was divided into groups."
Song Xiang: "..."
"Young Master Duan and I are in a group, wouldn't Mr. Gong be alone?"
"That's not necessarily the case." Beibei, Lu Zechen's female companion, spoke with a sweet voice, "I think we should draw lots, and whoever is drawn will be in the same group."
As she spoke, she kissed Lu Zechen's chin, "Dear, if we were true love, we would definitely be in a group, right?"
"Of course, if we are not in true love, who else is?" Lu Zechen smiled bewilderingly and pulled the person into his arms, "Hurry up and draw lots to decide the fate of true love."
Song Xiang has a big head, and the more she looks at him, the more unhappy she becomes. There are only three women in this box. If she draws a lot, there is a 1/4 chance that she will be Shuang Han.
"Ladies first, you can smoke."
Gong Shiheng was very well prepared. He brought up the bamboo tube with four notes and passed it to Song Xiang first.
Song Xiang took one randomly and didn't open it in a hurry.
Wenxin and Beibei also drew one card each, and Beibei's cheers came the next second.
"My dear, we really love each other~"
Yes, the probability is now one-third.
Song Xiang felt that the note in her hand was getting hot. She pointed the note at a bright place and slowly opened it.
"Why?"
Before Song Xiang could read the words on the paper clearly, Wen Xin across from him let out a disappointed voice.
Beibei cooed and leaned over to take a look.
"You and Mr. Duan."
As soon as she finished speaking, all eyes in the room turned towards Song Xiang. Only Yan Han held the wine glass in his hand, shaking it.
"Hurry up." Beibei urged.
Song Xiang had the courage to open the note, but before she could read it, Beibei took the lead.
She yelled as usual: "Yo——"
The hairs all over Song Xiang's body stood on end, and he had an ominous premonition.