There was a y clearly written on the note, and the one Song Xiang chose was Yan Han.
"The grouping is successful, no problem, you can take a seat." Gong Shiheng smiled, pulled up a chair and sat down, pretending to be lonely, "I am destined to fight alone."
"How about I switch with Miss Wen? She's not familiar with Mr. Duan."
Song Xiang took the initiative to get up and wanted to exchange herself with the warm note.
Wen Wen's face was filled with joy, and she instinctively handed over the note, "Thank you..."
"She's not familiar with her, so you're very familiar with her?" A sinister gaze swept over her.
Song Xiang raised his head and met the bottomless black pupils of Shun Han. The words were stuck in his throat and could not be squeezed out.
Yan Han stood up, crossed his long legs over the coffee table, went straight to her side, and pulled her up very forcefully.
"When you go out to play, you have to be able to afford it. If you divide yourself into groups, it will be like life and death. It will make people laugh."
He pulled Song Xiang towards the gaming table, took a seat opposite Duan Ge and sat down, looking at Duan Ge with a heavy look.
"Mr. Duan, do you think so?"
Duan Ge frowned uncomfortably, feeling unhappy that someone had snatched Song Xiang away from him, when he suddenly heard Beibei speaking again.
"Xinxin, please sit next to Mr. Duan. He is so handsome, he is no worse than Mr. Yan."
fart!
Song Xiang was grabbed by Yan Han's wrist, and she wanted to curse in her heart. Apart from anything else, Yan Han's face was just a bug. Although Duan Ge was also handsome, there was still a gap, okay? This little girl is not blind.
Duan Ge was young and was aroused by Beibei's two words. He felt that it would be a shame if he didn't pull Wen Wen up at this time. He, a young man, was looked down upon by a country girl who didn't even know how to do stud. He couldn't talk about it without being laughed at.
Losing big teeth?
He knocked on the table with one hand, turned to look at Wen Xin who was hesitating, and ordered in his tone, "Come sit here and play cards."
Wen Xin was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. She looked at Yan Han several times but received no response. She could only bite her lip and get up and sit next to Duan Ge.
"It's finally time to start, you guys are really stupid." Lu Zechen took a puff of cigarette from Beibei's hand, leisurely blew out a string of smoke rings, and pushed a stack of cards to the center of the table.
"Catch the card."
Official start.
Song Xiang was sitting next to Yan Han, feeling uncomfortable all over. She wanted to move closer to the side. The man suddenly leaned back, put a hand loosely on her waist, and gently said with a finger, "Come here."
This is because I don’t even want to draw cards myself, I’m just too lazy to do it.
Song Xiang puffed out his cheeks and grabbed the cards with his hands.
There was only the sound of cards rubbing against each other on the table, and occasionally there were two sounds of Beibei and Lu Zechen flirting, which was so quiet that it was scary.
Song Xiang and Yan Han were sitting in the innermost position. The terrain was hidden, and the dim lights in the room were deliberately created. They were in the dark area under the lights for everyone. Some small movements could not be noticed without looking carefully. Beibei felt in the middle
It was too quiet, and the music was turned on at a low level, so whispering to each other became a secret.
Yan Han leaned on the chair and moved forward slightly, so that his chest could be pressed against Song Xiang's back. Looking down slightly, he could clearly see the woman's fair and slender neck, which was his favorite part for a while.
Leaving traces of the cruelest love ever.
Song Xiang felt that he was looking at her, and her movements in grabbing the cards were a bit weak. When there were too many cards, it was easy to lose control of them, and they were about to fall apart.
The man behind her approached, reached out in a half-hug posture, and grabbed her hand and the cards.
Song Xiang's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she raised her head to meet Duan Ge's appraising eyes. She was just thinking about how to explain later, but Duan Ge had already followed suit and directly hugged Wen Wenxin, which frightened Wen Wenxin and almost screamed.
"Think he will care?" The man's deliberately lowered voice passed by his ear.
Song Xiang was so tense that he didn't dare to move, and continued to grab cards as if nothing had happened.
There were more and more cards in his hand, and Yan Han grabbed her hand with no intention of letting go.
"I have never objected to employees looking for part-time jobs, but the job you are looking for is really a bit distasteful." He continued to speak, his voice was low and almost non-existent, leaving almost only breath.
Song Xiang frowned but still said nothing.
Yan Han's hand on her waist changed into a hug, passing under her arm to the front of her body, hugging her whole body to his chest.
He said: "Duan Ge, a famous playboy among the second generation of the nouveau riche, even made a girl pregnant last year."
He revealed Duan Ge's background without emotion, as if he were reading a book, and his words made no secret of his sarcasm towards Song Xiang.
With a smile on her face, Song Xiang just thought she was listening to the dog barking and didn't even want to coax her.
She was only focused on grabbing cards and accidentally got the landlord card.
"Hey, the landlord is coming out." Lu Zechen clicked his tongue repeatedly.
The atmosphere changed instantly. A second ago, Song Xiang was thinking about how to confront Yan Han, but suddenly she no longer had the thought to think about him, and was only left nervous.
"Guys, let's talk it over first, I don't have any money." She spoke bluntly, took the opportunity to take out her hand, and pushed all the cards into Yan Han's hand, as fast as throwing a hot potato.
Yan Yanhan snorted in surprise.
"With Mr. Yan here, you can afford to lose this racecourse." Beibei stuck out her tongue and glanced in Yan Han's direction, "I just don't know if Mr. Yan is willing to let go."
What he said seemed to be because he was reluctant to spend money for Song Xiang. The warm sun factor immediately grew in the air.