Qin Qing doesn''t really believe that the boss of the red tiger gang will embarrass his son because of an outsider in public. This slap is not so much a lesson to his son as a disguised temptation to force her to do it.

    As soon as she picked out her words, she immediately saw Luo Zihang casting his eyes over, full of hostility.

    "OK, I haven''t played eight rounds of mahjong just now. Dare you go now?" the young Lang''s fighting spirit was inspired. At present, he didn''t care to fill his stomach. He just wanted to tear up the hypocritical face of little white face.

    Qin Qing couldn''t eat either. He simply took off his napkin and got up to fight, "listen to Luo Shao''s arrangement."

    Originally, the dark horse that killed the night Gang tonight has attracted much attention. Now, seeing the two teenagers at the main table get up, people''s eyes can''t wait to gather again. Some young girls even followed to the leisure area to watch. Seeing their equally excellent appearance, they can''t help screaming.

    "Ah, Luo Shao is so handsome. The one next to him is also handsome and beautiful."

    "He''s song ruye. He was so elegant when making tea just now. He''s going to be dizzy."

    "Yes, yes, the little milk dog''s face and elegant temperament are the prince coming out of the cartoon."

    ……

    In the sect, I was used to seeing Luo Zihang''s unruly type. When I first saw Qin Qing''s handsome and elegant son, I immediately grabbed the attention of all women.

    "I''m so bored. Get out of the way if you make any noise." Luo Zihang was bored and frowned and roared fiercely. Although he didn''t like these women at all, the young man always had a little face. He was always uncomfortable when he was robbed of the limelight. He was even more upset when he saw Qin Qing.

    "Luo Shao, you''re in the master''s seat. You''re lucky. Let''s accompany you." the dog leg''s little brother hurried around, respectfully pulled out the chair, welcomed the prince into his seat, served tea, poured water, rubbed his shoulders and beat his back.

    Qin Qing could not help shaking her head and laughing. She lowered her eyes and carefully wiped her fingers with a wet paper towel. Her elegant style seemed incompatible with the mahjong table.

    "Hum, poor and fastidious." Luo Zihang glanced and sneered with disdain, "do you understand? One card is two hundred."

    As soon as he finished, the boy opposite didn''t respond, but the two little brothers next to him were instantly bitter.

    In the past, ten yuan for a card could lose their pants. This time, two hundred won''t kill them.

    They do not expect their young master to change his mind, so they can only hope that the young man can recognize the advice and bargain a little.

    Unfortunately, "no problem." Qin Qing readily agreed. After throwing away the paper towel, he put his hands on the table to start directly.

    Luo Zihang appreciated her straightforward attitude. As soon as she twisted the cigarette at hand, she skillfully shuffled her cards.

    At this time, the two younger brothers can only mute to eat Coptis chinensis, bitter face, and strictly guard against the opposite teenagers.

    Dangdang... Square mahjong made a crisp sound during the push and wash collision. Many people gathered around the table. Everyone looked at the white faced young leader of the night Gang curiously.

    It was said that she owned a casino. Everyone subconsciously felt that she was lying. Because no matter from the elegant temperament or weak appearance, this is a type that can''t catch up with the third class gamblers.

    But soon, they found something different.

    The boy shuffled the cards very quickly. When stacking the cards, she looked relaxed, but her fingertips were very flexible. After rolling the dice at the beginning, the 13 cards she caught were all the same color, and only one or two cards were enough to paste.

    "Seven cylinders." when he got on the gambling table, Luo Zihang also restrained his mood. A pair of Danfeng eyes occasionally swept the card face, but it was not warm and warm, and his Qi Nourishing skills were full.

    The other two people are sneaky eyed. They play cards from left to right. Almost all the cards they play are eaten by Luo Zihang.

    The player in the middle will lose a chance to play cards and touch cards.

    So until the third dark bar, the boy didn''t have a chance to touch a card.

    "Look, Luo Shao has only two cards left. It seems that he is listening to cards."

    "Yes, I just saw that the surname song was very lucky. If I can''t catch the card, I will lose."

    ……

    In the whispering discussion of the people, Luo Zihang also found something different. He glanced at the card that had not been moved at all on the boy''s side, and immediately frowned. If he didn''t want to, he stretched out his foot and kicked the boy next to him.

    With a bang, the little boy fell to the ground with his chair and opened his mouth. As soon as he was about to cry out, he raised his eyes and saw Luo Zihang in the main position staring at himself with a gloomy face, "who asked you to release water? Roll down and start again. I Luo Zihang is not weak enough to need help."

    The last half of the sentence, which was gnashing teeth, was obviously for teenagers.

    "Yes, Luo Shao." the people at the bottom of the hand listen to the order, and the cards will be reshuffled after the substitute comes on.

    At this time, the boy who had been sitting there still opened his mouth and stopped: "no, this game is almost over. Make do with it."

    Her voice was light and maintained a consistent politeness and gentleness, but when they heard the speech, they felt that the teenager had a pit in his head. Even if the game went on, he was more likely to lose.

    Luo Zihang closed his long legs, glanced coolly at the past, and said proudly, "I Luo Zihang don''t do shameful things. Even if I win this game, it''s boring."

    So it''s useless to continue playing.

    "Oh?" the young man''s tone was slightly raised, and his big black and white eyes looked back with a smile. "Luo Shao is so sure he can win?"

    Hearing the speech, Luo Zihang was stunned, then disdained to hook the corner of his mouth and said, "you know what you see on the card. I listen to the card. Can you touch yourself faster than me?"

    Thirteen one can make four groups of stick paste cards with the same color, or listen to thirteen one in order, but the probability that ordinary people have to make up thirteen coherent cards is very low.

    Therefore, Luo Zihang''s remarks also represent the aspirations of the onlookers.

    It''s just that this general probability event may work on others, but it can be put in front of the young man in white

    "Ha ha..." Qin Qing chuckled twice. Before her voice fell, she saw that she raised her hand and touched a card from the middle very briskly. Then she gently pushed her fingertips to the card surface, and immediately lit up all 13 cards.

    "What are you doing..." Luo Zihang was confused by her actions at first. He frowned unhappily and wanted to question, but halfway through the words, when he saw the cards on the table, the voice was blocked in his throat and stopped suddenly.

    One rope, two cylinders, three cylinders... Thirteen mahjong cards with sequential points are spread on the green tablecloth. Under the refraction of bright lights, the designs and colors are beautiful and dazzling.

    The boy sitting upright in a white suit is spotless, holding a cup of green tea in his hand, and is leisurely tasting it.