The gaming table was awkward for a while, with only the sounds of Duan Ge and Yan Han throwing cards, and occasionally the words "I'm sorry" from Lu Zechen and Gong Shiheng without emotion.
Seeing that there were only a few cards left in Duan Ge's hand, Song Xiang's heart suddenly jumped up, and she couldn't help but glance at the cards in Yan Han's hand.
Yan Han's cards are not good, but this man has brains, and with Duan Ge's skill and luck, he can also play the cards well.
There are only four cards left, a ten, a queen, and a pair of fives.
Duan Ge must have a hole card in his hand. If it is a little bigger, Yan Han's card won't be able to get out.
Song Xiang looked across from him, and Duan Ge leisurely picked up the wine at hand and took a sip, obviously winning.
"If I lose, will you take it off for me yourself?"
Just as Song Xiang was panicking, the man's warm breath brushed against her ears, scratching her harshly like a small brush. She turned her face away, and her ears were so hot that she felt ashamed.
"Come out with this."
In the silence, Wenxin suddenly spoke. When Duan Ge didn't pay attention, he drew a card from his hand and threw it out.
A king.
Duan Ge's eyes darkened, and he stared at her almost instantly.
Wen Xin was startled and looked a little at a loss, "What's wrong?"
Duan Ge had a cold face and didn't even want to look at her.
Lu Zechen yelled, smiling in a bewitching and frivolous way, with a joking smile in his eyes, and turned to Yan Han, "Mr. Yan, do you want it?"
Song Xiang glanced at Yan Han's card and replied leisurely for him: "I can't afford it."
Unsurprisingly, Duan Ge must have two small cards in his hand. He originally relied on the king to suppress them, but now it is more difficult.
It's so warm, I feel so sorry for Yan Han.
Sure enough, Duan Ge looked unhappy and threw out a nine.
Yan Han had been quarreling with him just now, but now he suddenly felt that it was boring, so he put the card into Song Xiang's hand, not intending to do it himself.
Song Xiang followed the steps and threw out a ten. Duan Ge couldn't afford it, so she threw out the rest of the cards.
"What's the last card in Mr. Duan's hand?" Beibei couldn't help but ask.
Duan Ge nodded and threw the cards away.
A seven.
"There is someone in Cao Ying whose heart is in Han~"
Beibei clicked her tongue twice and glanced at Wen Xin with a bit of disdain. If Wen Wen hadn't dumped Duan Ge's big king just now, Yan Han would have definitely lost this game.
Gong Shiheng and Lu Zechen were in place from the beginning and didn't play any cards, so there was no need to take them off.
Duan Ge took off his shirt with a cold face, revealing his well-trained figure underneath, and sat down again in a bold manner.
He pushed Wen Xin and raised his finger to point at Song Xiang opposite.
"You two, change."
Song Xiang didn't expect him to be so straightforward. She raised her head and glanced at Wen Xin, but she looked relieved.
There was a stalemate in the atmosphere. Wen Xin was pulled up from his seat by Duan Ge and took a step inside with an embarrassed expression.
Song Xiang felt the piercing gaze behind her and stood up bravely. The arm around her waist suddenly used force to restrain her tightly.
Yan Han straightened up, his face exposed under the crystal lamp, and the cold light made his facial contours sharp and hard. With a glance, his deliberately restrained domineeringness was revealed indiscriminately.
He held Song Xiang in his arms and glanced at Duan Ge, "There is something wrong with your person, please replace her."
With that said, he casually grabbed a handful of chips on the table and said, "Put it on my account."
There were many bunny girls in the club, and he asked Duan Ge to find one at random.
Duan Ge felt he was slapped in the face and sneered, "Mr. Yan, I brought that person in your arms."
He glanced at Song Xiang with an arrogant expression, crossed his arms and looked at Yan Han, "Do you want to ask her for her opinion?"
Song Xiang's psychological defense collapsed, and she hurled all kinds of dirty words at the two men in her heart. She also greeted Wen Wen at the same time. She was stupid and caused others to suffer together.
"Xiangxiang, let's talk." Beibei put her chin in her hands, as if watching a show, "Where are you going?"
You will die wherever you go, because you can't afford to offend anyone!
Song Xiang's face was sullen, her voice was stuck in her throat and she couldn't think of any compromise.
Suddenly, a cell phone rang, and the tense atmosphere collapsed instantly.
Song Xiang was immediately amnestyed and quickly looked in the direction of Gong Shiheng.
Gong Shiheng raised his hands in an apologetic gesture, "My phone number, everyone, Haihan."
Song Xiang almost wanted to kneel down and thank him, why should he apologize?
Gong Shiheng took out his cell phone and glanced at the caller. His smiling face suddenly became stiff.
The ringtone is still lingering in my mind.
Song Xiang tugged at the corners of his lips and asked in a troubled manner: "Why don't you answer?"
Gong Shiheng put the phone next to Yan Han and knocked on the table, "Should I answer it?"
The atmosphere was already awkward, but when he suddenly asked Yan Han like this, it seemed like he was deliberately changing the topic.
Song Xiang glanced at it and saw the caller ID on it - Yan Zhenzhen.