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Chapter 122

The so-called provocation method is also considered an open conspiracy.

If you don’t accept the call, you will be ridiculed by others for nothing. If you accept it, you will be right in the face of your own thoughts.

It’s a pity to answer or not.

Qin Songyao said this and had already set up Bo Siyan.

There are people in the room, who dares to watch Bo Siyan's fun? Someone has already spoken out and talked about the fun of horse racing at night.

"But racing alone is boring. We won't play when we were teenagers."

Gu Xicheng looked at the person talking, with a smile on his face, "Mr. Zhao thinks how to play it well?"

"Gambling on horses."

Everyone was intrigued.

Qin Songyao took the opportunity to sit forward a little, his chest tightly against the edge of the table, avoiding Bo Siyan's claws, and at the same time raised his head and asked, "How do you bet?"

"Of course there is no need for Mr. Bo and Mr. Gu to get out in person." Mr. Zhao knocked a cigarette and said how to play: "Everyone chooses his own horse, and then make a decision to play on his behalf."

He pointed to the upper floor and said, "The observation deck can just look at the whole audience. Please ask Mr. Bo and Mr. Gu to go upstairs, so we will be spectators."

Sure enough, they all know how to play.

Everyone looked at Bo Siyan. There was a trace of Bo Siyan's face, and he glanced at Qin Songyao.

"interested?"

Asking this question seemed to Qin Songyao could influence his decision.

Qin Songyao pondered his thoughts and nodded, "It sounds interesting."

Bo Siyan responded lightly.

Everyone guessed that this was agreed.

Gu Xicheng curled his lips and smiled, "Brother Yan has become sympathetic."

Everyone echoed and joked.

Qin Songyao was terrified and her guard continued to strengthen. She didn't believe that Bo Siyan would be affected by her. It was probably because she dug a hole and jumped for her.

The door of the private room was opened, and I went down to prepare for everything when I heard the banquet.

Soon, a girl came in and invited everyone downstairs to go to the wild horses to choose horses.

Bo Siyan took the lead, and the rest of the talents followed slowly.

Qin Songyao followed him and walked outside the venue to find an acquaintance.

It was An Ni who I saw in Yaoyuan last time. She dressed coolly and was not afraid of the cold. When she saw Bo Siyan, she took the initiative to step forward.

"I know you are here, come and say hello to you."

Bo Siyan gave her face very much and gave her two looks.

There were many girls on the side, and they couldn't help but show envious eyes.

Qin Songyao laughed sarcastically under the mask, just pretending that he didn't see it.

When you get to the stable, you can already smell blood from afar.

Qin Songyao felt a little uncomfortable and pulled out his mask.

When An Ni saw her movement, she smiled slightly and said inadvertently: "Miss Qin doesn't come to such places often? This is the case with wild horse farms. Many horses are wild and difficult to tame, and the horse farms will use some means."

Her voice was neither high nor low, but the sentence of Miss Qin was hidden in the wind, so light that it was hard to hear it, but it made Qin Songyao hear it clearly.

He is worthy of being Yao Yuan's trump card and has a unique vision.

Qin Songyao said lightly: "Miss An Ni understands these very well."

An Ni smiled and said, "I don't understand either. I just went to Inner Mongolia with Mr. Bo several times before. After I came back, I learned about this knowledge."

Qin Songyao was slightly stunned.

She only knew that An Ni and Bo Siyan were familiar with each other. Everyone in the industry knew that Bo Siyan was supporting An Ni.

But she didn't know that the familiarity between the two people was already on a business trip.

For a moment, I didn't know what to reply.

She always thought Bo Siyan was cold and ruthless, but now it seems that he is very passionate.

Just as I was thinking, a pounding sound was probably the sound of Qi Mu Cang, accompanied by a long whine.


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