Song Xiang looked down, staring closely at the dealer's cards.
In the second picture, Lan Jingyu’s is a four, and Yan Han’s is a six..
The third, severe cold card must be less than five, otherwise it will count.
Song Xiang closed her eyes, her heartbeat accelerated, she was sweating all over, and she had begun to become abnormally dehydrated.
Nervousness aggravated physiological reactions and made my chest feel tight.
"Mr. Yan, there is only one card left. My winning rate is higher than yours."
Lan Jingyu leaned back lazily, looked at Yan Han across from him playfully, and then glanced up, "How about this, you just admit defeat, I don't want him, you take him away."
Dream...dream!
Song Xiang sat up in shock in his dying dream. When he heard this, he opened his eyes against the sun.
It costs 400 million to admit defeat. Where does this person have the face?
She raised her hand and knocked on the glass cover hard.
Yan Han heard the movement and raised his eyes slightly.
Lan Jingyu: "Listen, I probably fainted from the sun and am urging you to admit defeat."
Song Xiang: "..."
Shut up!
Four hundred million, how many lifetimes will it take to earn it?
Yan Han seemed to be able to hear Song Xiang's inner voice. He looked away and said, "Keep driving."
Lan Jingyu said, "How cruel."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, but was really worried that Yan Han would agree if his brain twitched.
Wait, why do you think he will agree?
He opened his eyes slightly and thought about incomprehensible questions in his head.
Suddenly, there was a sigh from below.
The cards are drawn?
Song Xiang came back to his senses and quickly looked down.
Yan Han's last card is the Nine of Spades.
Lost.
Lan Jingyu was speechless repeatedly, which combined with the sounds coming from the outside made Song Xiang irritated.
His head seemed to explode in an instant.
"Mr. Yan, please promise me that at least you can take people away."
Yan Han pursed his lips and said nothing, picked up the ring he took off next to him, and put it on with a relaxed expression.
"What you should consider now is, can you go out on your own?"
What?
Song Xiang was confused after hearing this and looked down, watching Yan Han get up.
Suddenly, the casino door opens!
A crowd of people walked into the venue. Everyone was stunned. The boss had already been pinned to the ground.
Lan Jingyu sat calmly and looked at Yan Han faintly, "Mr. Yan, if you can't win, you just flip the table. Wouldn't it be a bit unplayable?"
Yan Han passed by him without saying a word.
The transparent ball containing Song Xiang fell slowly. Yan Song took the key and quickly opened the door.
Song Xiang huddled inside, not knowing what was going on. As soon as the door opened, she saw the severe cold in front of her.
Yan Han leaned in and felt a heat wave and suffocation on the shop floor.
His heart sank, and he quickly took Song Xiang out.
Suddenly exposed to the temperature of the indoor air conditioner, Song Xiang shivered and shivered all over.
"Mr. Yan! What do you mean? Our casino has an agreement with Mr. Lu!"
"You are blatantly violating..."
Bang!
Before the casino owner finished speaking, Lu Zechen walked in, smashed an ashtray and saw blood on the spot.
There were many people outside the venue, and they were all confused.
Yan Han carried Song Xiang outside and stopped next to Lu Zechen.
Lu Zechen was confused.
Yan Han: "Clothes."
The corner of Lu Zechen's mouth twitched, and he immediately understood that it was difficult for him to take off his clothes while holding Song Xiang, so he asked him to take off his clothes.
Normally, he would definitely not do it, but he got these dirty things in due to his negligence, so he is somewhat responsible.
"Xiao Song Xiang, Hai Hanha."
Song Xiang was dizzy, and she was already feeling uncomfortable, but his perfume-scented clothes almost killed her when he covered her up.