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On this night, there were people beating their feet against their chests, the pain was unbearable, and there were people laughing towards the sky in an extremely carefree manner. Some raised their cups to ease their worries, and there were even people drinking merrily.

Bar.

Colorful neon lights flashed, spun, rolled, and the deafening music of heavy metal filled the air. The woman on stage twisted her body crazily, her snow-white waist, slender legs, and slender high heels bearing the weight of more than a hundred pounds.

It was Dongfang Qingyu's first time in a place like this, but he wasn't uncomfortable with it. Maybe it was because of the girl in front of him, the moment Cheng Hongluan sat down, she started to drink from cup to cup, one after the other. It was a cocktail, just by its name, the bartender said.

The lower half of his body was an azure blue, and the wide belt pulled at his waist, which was already slender, tightly holding onto it. The round ornament that hung from his snow-white neck hung down, and just happened to pass through the cleavage.

Round, snow-white, and firm, even though it was just a glimpse, it was enough to make one's mouth go dry.

When he finished drinking the sixth cup, Cheng Hongluan's snowy white cheeks flushed red, as if she was smearing rouge. Her bright eyes swept across Dongfang Qingyu, and her tone carried a bit of a sticky tone.

"Why don't you drink? Doesn't suit your appetite? I'll ask the bartender to change it! "

"You broke out of love?" Dongfang Qingyu shook his head. He didn't even drink beer. If it's a drink, that's more like it.

"Nope." The corner of Cheng Hongluan's mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile, "Do I look like I'm in love?"

"Lost your job?"

"No!"

"Did something happen to my friend? Or did you remember something sad? "

"Neither!" Cheng Hongluan raised her white index finger, and lightly shook it in front of Dongfang Qingyu, "Do I look very sad?"

"I'm just wondering why you called me." Dongfang Qingyu lifted the wine cup and placed it at his mouth. A thick smell of alcohol assaulted his nostrils, and he decisively placed the cup back on the table. He was no longer interested in trying it out.

"Do you believe me if I say I can call anyone whose name is on the slidebook?" Cheng Hongluan's eyes revealed ridicule.

"I do!" Dongfang Qingyu nodded seriously.

"I lied to you, it's not fun at all." Cheng Hongluan rubbed her nose in dissatisfaction, and downed another cup of wine, her face turning even redder, "You are my client after all, after staying for half a month, are you used to living here? I want to know how it is with the other tenant. I don't have the contact details of the other tenant, so I can only look for you. "

"Very good, I'm used to it." Dongfang Qingyu's words were simple.

"I heard that the other tenant is a beauty. You've been together from day to night. Did you see any sparks fly from the collision?" Cheng Hongluan laughed sinisterly: "If you become someone destined, don't forget about me, this great matchmaker."

"Is that what you need to know?"

"Hehe, personal gossip." Cheng Hongluan hooked her finger, "It's just a leak, don't worry, my mouth is very tight, I promise not to leak it out."

"No!" Dongfang Qingyu smiled slightly.

"How boring, I don't even know how to cherish such a good opportunity." Cheng Hongluan curled her lips and downed yet another cup of wine. She seemed to have thought of something and didn't say anything, quieting down for a moment.

On the stage, a beautiful woman wearing a bikini held a microphone, singing a song she had never heard before in a hoarse voice. The tempo was very fast, the tone fluctuated between high and low, causing one to feel uncomfortable, but the atmosphere on the dance floor was extremely explosive.

"Brothers, since you've opened your mouth, let's drink. Tonight, it all belongs to me." At the table next door, there were five or six young men around the age of twenty. One of them, a cultured man with glasses, stood up with a heroic spirit soaring into the sky.

Number two, we have six people in our dorm, and we're buying Ten Great Experts s. If one of them fails, then only you, a blind cat, got struck by a dead rat, and got a few thousand yuan. You bought the 'Luminous Flourishing Eyes' and won a few hundred thousand in the blink of an eye. The slightly fat teenager said in a depressed tone.

"That's right, that's right. The five of us are known as the Five Tyrants of the game. We've made a mistake. But you, a rookie, had only just learned how to play games. There's no logic in this." The young man in the T-shirt was filled with resentment.

"Drink, drink. Brothers, drink more." The bespectacled youth chuckled. He did not refute them and allowed his brothers to vent their frustrations.

"You're also playing Cosmos!" Cheng Hongluan suddenly said.

"Here." Dongfang Qingyu turned his head around. Seeing that there were five or six empty wine cups on the table, Cheng Hongluan's eyes were filled with drunkenness.

"I'm playing too." Cheng Hongluan suddenly laughed, "It's just that the player's luck is bad, it's only Level 8."

"There are high and low talents, and there are good and bad ones as well. Don't mind it too much. You're a member of the work family, so naturally you don't have that much time to play." Dongfang Qingyu consoled.

"I'm not too infatuated with the game." Cheng Hongluan shook his head, "Have you participated in the Gathering Pot gambling house yet?"

"I bought some." Dongfang Qingyu nodded.

"I bought it too, and it was very big, all of my wealth." Cheng Hongluan's smile disappeared unknowingly, "Do you know who I'm buying?"

Dongfang Qingyu looked at her and shook his head lightly.

"It's the Bamboo Night Language." Cheng Hongluan laughed again, looking a little miserable: "Now do you know why I'm treating you to wine?"

"Gambling has always been full of risks. If you win, you lose." Dongfang Qingyu was very calm. If it was just business, investment and failure, he would only say it out loud, deserved to! Even if the other party was a great beauty.

"Ha ha!" Cheng Hongluan slanted her eyes and looked at Dongfang Qingyu, "Do you know how much I lost?"

"He couldn't have lost the car, right?" Dongfang Qingyu joked.

"The 350 thousand left over from the work these few years, plus the 150 thousand from the car mortgage, that's 500 thousand in total. All of it went down the drain" Cheng Hongluan said.

"I've heard of mortgage investments and business. This is the first time I've heard of mortgage gambling." Dongfang Qingyu said.

"Actually, I don't really care how much money we've lost. At worst, we can just start over." Cheng Hongluan did not seem to hear the sarcasm in Dongfang Qingyu's words, her tone suddenly became gloomy: "Originally, I was not very optimistic about Bamboo Night Language, but one of my best friends gave me the news — —"

"Internal information?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.

"It's internal news!" Cheng Hongluan nodded.

"I don't believe this kind of news, but you actually believe it?" Dongfang Qingyu did not understand. There was information about all this in the gambling house, so he might as well believe that the female pig could climb the tree.

"My best friend works at the casino gambling house." Cheng Hongluan said calmly: "But she also has another identity, she is Bamboo Night Language's girlfriend."

"Bamboo Night Language should be more hurt than you are right now." Cheng Hongluan said, and suddenly felt that something was amiss.

"Bamboo Night Language is sad indeed, because he lost even more than me. I only lost 500 thousand, and he lost 10 times my loss, lost 5 million." Cheng Hongluan gritted her teeth.

Dongfang Qingyu did not speak, and listened quietly.

"However, he didn't lose because he wanted to buy his place. He lost from rank 80 to rank 100." Cheng Hongluan said the answer.

Dongfang Qingyu instantly recalled the number one hundred and first in Bamboo Night Language who walked out of the Novice Village. In other words, he had bought himself, but he did not manage to do so.

"I don't know how exactly it works, but I'm sure it's a pit." A flash of hatred flashed across Cheng Hongluan's eyes.

"Why would your best friend lie to you?" Dongfang Qingyu suddenly asked.

"I don't know either." The hatred in Cheng Hongluan's eyes immediately turned into sorrow, the sorrow of a friendship that had been abandoned.

"Maybe she's just someone in the dark. Why don't you call her and find out?" Dongfang Qingyu consoled.

"I called right away, but the number was empty." Cheng Hongluan revealed a bitter smile, "I also think that she knows nothing, and I also think that she is someone who has been trapped, but do you know what she is betting on?"

"Just like Bamboo Night Language." Dongfang Qingyu said almost certainly.

"Yes sir!" Cheng Hongluan's eyes revealed a hint of pain, "It's the same as Bamboo Night Language's bet, I just can't understand why she would do such a thing, what benefits does it have?"

"Maybe it was an accident." Dongfang Qingyu said.

"Surprise?" Cheng Hongluan looked at Dongfang Qingyu with a serious expression, "Do you believe me?"

"I don't believe it!" Dongfang Qingyu replied honestly.

"Puchi!" Cheng Hongluan rolled her eyes at Dongfang Qingyu, "You really don't know how to comfort people."

"There's still wine here." Dongfang Qingyu pointed to the row of wine.

"I'm not drinking anymore. If I keep drinking, I'm really going to get drunk. You're still telling me to drink, are you trying to do naughty things while I'm drunk?" Cheng Hongluan glared at Dongfang Qingyu.

"I'm still a virgin. If I really do something bad, you'll be the one to take advantage of me." Dongfang Qingyu said seriously.

"Tsk, big sister is also a virgin, so don't even think about it. Let's stop drinking and go back." Cheng Hongluan lifted her chin, haughtily like a swan.

After settling the bill, Cheng Hongluan sighed, "I only have four hundred and eighty dollars left. I'll be eating instant noodles this month."

"You're out of money, why are you still coming to the bar?" Dongfang Qingyu did not understand. If it was him, he would definitely not come to this kind of place to spend money at such a time.

"I'll go crazy if I don't vent my emotions." Cheng Hongluan said.

"But can you still drive?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.

"I have to be able to, racing isn't a problem." Cheng Hongluan said in disdain.

"Aren't you afraid of the traffic police?"

"Tomorrow, this car isn't mine. Who cares about the traffic police. Get in."

"No, I'll go back." Dongfang Qingyu looked at Cheng Hongluan's drunk appearance and felt guilty.

"Come in here." Cheng Hongluan pulled Dongfang Qingyu into the front passenger seat. Without waiting for his seat belt to be fastened, he already stepped on the throttle, and with a swoosh, the BMW shot out like an arrow that had left the bowstring. Dongfang Qingyu let out a sharp scream, but Cheng Hongluan actually left behind a series of bell-like laughter …