Ximen Longting: "..."

"Why did I almost forget that Ximen BOSS will always lose when he bets." Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows, remembering Ximen Longting's glorious deeds of throwing dice in the past...

"It turns out there is a jar of bad luck sitting next to the beautiful lady!" Wen Xinnuan took a gold coin and wiped it on her body with love for money, "Double double, I want double... I must win this hand of cards."

,Amen!”

Ximen Longting gritted his teeth. He is a pot of bad luck?!

"Honey, conceal the pole." Ji Ziang suddenly reminded.

Wen Xinnuan realized later: "Yes, I have four!"

The hidden pole is equivalent to a small self-touch...

"(*@ο@*) Wow ~ You each owe me a gold coin, remember!" Wen Xinnuan was definitely turning into a miser, smiling so hard that his eyes narrowed into two lines and he could hardly see.

Playing cards with rich people is just comfortable, maybe she will become a little rich woman tonight.

Wen Xinnuan has no small treasury and is very poor. Unlike Jing Jiaren, she has a golden mountain like Ximen Longting to rely on.

After she divorced Ji Ziang, she had to live alone... Of course, the more wins, the better.

"Honey, you have stopped trading," Ji Ziang said with a smile, "I predict that you will draw the next card yourself."

"real?"

"Shall I help you touch it back?" Ji Ziang leaned beside her, eager to give it a try.

Ximen Longting glared at him with a terrifying cold look: "Get out of here, you old man."

"..." Ji Ziang.

"Yes, Mr. Ji is a famous gambling king. Please stay away and don't rely on our gambling cards." Jing Jiaren helped Ximen Longting.

"Tsk, it's really a married couple. What's wrong with losing a few gold coins? Your husband can't afford to lose."

"It's my turn to draw cards! Don't move, all of you!" Wen Xinnuan rubbed his hands, "I have already seen a lot of money..."

Ximen Longting's big hand on Jing Jiaren's waist tightened, and he stared at their cards depressedly...

There was not even a straight, and someone else actually stopped trading and was about to touch it himself?

He couldn't help but look at his hands. Was his bad luck really spreading everywhere?

"How's it going? Do you feel the warmth in your heart?" Meng Kui was already ready to pay, and couldn't help but secretly glance at Jian Chenche next to her...

She had no money, and everything she lost was his.

As a killer, she has never seen so much money in her life. She lost so much tonight. To be honest, she was very nervous.

Watching Wen Xinnuan touch the piece of mahjong...

"Ah, I didn't touch myself, no, no." Wen Xinnuan was a little disappointed, and Meng Kui was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Before Wen Xinnuan was about to throw the cards out, she subconsciously glanced at her own cards and said, "Eh?"

Mengkui's eyes widened: "What's wrong?"

"It's the bar again!"

Meng Kui: "..."

Ximen Longting: "..."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

Wen Xinnuan clicked, and pressed 3 cards in front of him, together with the card he touched: "Hahahahaha! It's like catching a self~touch!"

Ji Ziang flattered her: "My wife is amazing!"

Jian Chenche placed his hand on Meng Kui's back, patting her gently to comfort her: "It's okay."

Meng Kui's palms were sweaty: "Maybe I'm unlucky and keep losing. How about you play instead?"

"I have plenty of money. I'm not afraid of you losing. Don't worry about losing."

"But……"

"I like to see you lose money," Jian Chenche whispered, "very feminine."

Uh... is it feminine to lose money?
Chapter completed!