Gu Xiaoai asked for some rules beside Li Jue Si, and then continued to deal cards calmly, "master Wen, my husband will bet you with scarf and 2 billion yuan. Don't add, don't follow, look at the cards directly, show hand directly

It depends on the cards.

……

Words fall, Gu Xiaoai will card all out.

Except for the bottom card, Li juefeng's card is smaller than Wenchi's, unless Li juefeng's bottom card can get the last a, the situation can be reversed

"Gu Xiaoai!"

Li Jue Feng glared at her with gnashing teeth. How dare she make a bet on his scarf?!

Win, he owes Wen Chi a feeling, lose, lose directly.

That's why he's not going to gamble. He'd rather take a gun to solve the problem.

This woman... Can be good at asserting?!

……

Seeing this, Wen Chi laughed and pressed the gun to the gambling table. "Mrs. Li, can you be the master of Mr. Li?"

"I've never been the master of my husband." Gu Xiaoai still holds a card in his hand and looks at Wenchi indifferently. There is irony in his eyes, "but I know one thing, my husband's gun never hits low animals."

Wenchi's face was ugly, blue and white, and he almost picked up the gun again.

Li Jue Si laughed out, this Gu Xiaoai, usually silent, always unexpected

Li juefeng still glared at Gu Xiaoai, pressed the gun on the gambling table, swept out the chips in front of him, and said, "showhand!"

He would rather owe Wenchi this favor! You can't lose your scarves!

"Mr. Li opened the cards. If Mr. Li's bottom card is not a, I'll win!"

Wen Chi said.

……

Gu Xiaoai didn't have any nervousness on his face. He just stared at the card in front of Li Jue Feng.

Li Jue Feng looked down at the card and then raised his eyes to Wen Chi.

Wen Chi looked at him, his ugly face had not recovered, "or should I play first? Maybe the last a is with me. "

"Pa --"

Without saying a word, Li Jue Feng picked up the card and threw it to the center of the table. A spade a appeared in the middle of the table.

“……”

Marquis Li was always trying to lose. Now it's obvious that he didn't want to lose for a scarf

significant.

Lao Qian, he hasn't seen three Lao Qian in years.

……

Gu Xiaoai looked at that a in consternation, how could it be?! When she shuffled, she had a glance, and a was still in her hand.

She didn't want to let Li Jue Feng lead the favor. She preferred him to lose.

It's just a scarf. It's much cheaper than bullets. She can weave as much as she wants... She doesn't want to fight for a scarf, just like in the past.

But why... How could this happen?!

Gu Xiaoai lowered his eyes and went to see the cards in his hand. Before the cards were dispersed, a stack of cards were snatched by a slender hand.

"Bang --"

Li Jue Feng grabbed the playing cards and scattered them on the gambling table. He put his arms around her shoulder and went out with a strong force on his fingertips.

"Put the gun down." "Don't you take the cash?" he said, clapping his hands

"Yes, second young master."

……

Wen Chi's voice sounded behind them, "it seems that Li has always made me a friend!"

20 It's worth a hundred million dollars to change the spirit of jazz.

Li Jue Feng turned around and looked at Wen Chi with disdain. "Didn't you hear my woman's words? I disdain even bullets for lower animals, and I'm still a friend?! But I'll give the animal a meal! "