Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 176 180 [Yin, you didn’t discuss it]

Macau, on the street of Wynn Palace——
Leaving Wynn Palace, Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun separated from Liu Luanxiong.

On the side of the road, Fu Jiajun let go of the beautiful woman Lili who was in his arms, and pulled Song Zhichao aside.

Lili and Qianqian whispered together.

Fu Jiajun asked Song Zhichao mysteriously, "What did that Beng Yaju just say to you? I saw that he gave you something."

Song Zhichao smiled and showed the big gold ring, "This is what's stuffed!"

"Wow, a token of love! Could it be that Beng Yaju has taken a fancy to you?" Fu Jiajun pretended to be surprised, and stared at Song Zhichao with wide eyes.

Song Zhichao: "I just fell in love with you. You are prettier than me. This is the fee I charged for selling you!"

Fu Jiajun laughed, "You, Chao, are the only one who dares to sell my Second Young Master Fu."

Song Zhichao patted him on the shoulder, "That's right, you're about to serve that Broken Yaju, what about your Lili?"

Fu Jiajun glanced at the two beauties, shrugged and said, "To be honest, don't tell me that you are going to pay them to send them away..."

"Well, that's what I'm planning."

"Forget it!"

"Why?"

"You don't know about that. Since that Beng Yaju called them over to serve us, he will ask carefully afterwards. What did they say, they just took the money and left without doing anything. You said, Beng Ya Will Ju let them go? Maybe he thought they were useless and beat them up."

"Ah, so cruel." Song Zhichao pretended to be surprised, but he looked at Fu Jiajun differently because he didn't use his brain, but he didn't expect to use his brain very sharply. He could even think of this.

"So they have to accompany us tonight. It's not that I, Second Young Master Fu, is coquettish, but because I have no choice—hey, I'm handsome and kind-hearted. How could my Second Young Master Fu be so good!" Someone lamented to himself Narcissism said.

Song Zhichao just laughed and said, "Wow, for your excellence, I'll accompany you tonight! How about it, will you accept the goods?"

Fu Jiajun looked Song Zhichao up and down pretendingly, pinched his chin and looked left and right and said: "Well, the handsome boy is still handsome, let's spend the spring evening with this young master tonight!"

Song Zhichao kicked him on the buttocks and said, "Get out!"

……

Furama Hotel, in the guest room——
Fu Ershao took off his coat, set the table, and continued to play dice with Lili and Qianqian.

Song Zhichao was drinking tea and watching.

The two beauties said that playing dice to punish drinking is not good. They were almost drunk and wanted to change the game.

Fu Jiajun was full of fighting spirit. He had won consecutive battles in the nightclub before, as if possessed by a gambler, so he rolled up his sleeves and said proudly, "You can play whatever you want, anyway, you beauties are bound to lose!"

The two beauties said, "Playing for money, 100 yuan per game."

Fu Jiajun curled his lips and said, "You lost one hundred, I lost three hundred!"

The beauty said again, "We can't take advantage of Young Master Fu! In this way, if you lose, you will pay a hundred dollars, but Young Master Fu, if you lose, you still have to drink a glass of wine. We have to return the wine you lost to Young Master Fu."

Fu Jiajun laughed loudly and said, "Just wait and see, I won't be named Fu until I get drunk."

Here, Song Zhichao said to go to the bathroom.

At the moment when Fu Ershao was full of pride, he asked him what he was doing in the bathroom.
Song Zhichao said to clean the toilet, because someone will sleep with the toilet in his arms later.

Fu Ershao pointed to Lili and Qianqian, "Are you talking about them? Please, I know how to be kind!"

Song Zhichao sighed and shook his head.

……

the next morning,
Furama Hotel, inside the tea restaurant——
The entire tea restaurant is deserted, and it can even be described as bleak.

There are not many people eating, which means that there are not many people staying. This shows how poor the business of this hotel chain of the Fu family is.

When Song Zhichao came down from upstairs, the person in charge of the restaurant, a fat manager, trotted over immediately.

Last night, he knew that Mr. Song was a good friend of Young Master Fu, and Young Master Fu was the young owner of this hotel, so of course he had to take good care of Mr. Song.

Song Zhichao turned a blind eye to the fat manager's flattery, and handed the suit to the waiter next to him. The waiter helped him hang it on the chair next to him, and pulled the seat away for him.

Song Zhichao sat down, and the fat manager dismissed the waiters and ordered for Song Zhichao himself.

Song Zhichao was not polite, and ordered breakfast and tea directly.

After a while, exquisite dim sum came up, all of which are Macau's characteristic breakfasts, such as vegetable soup, green pomelo duck, Portuguese chicken, and the most famous Portuguese egg tart.

Portuguese egg tarts are the most famous snacks in Macau. Its ingredients are simple, but it requires high baking skills, so it is very popular among diners.The bottom of the egg tart is a crispy meringue layer, and the upper layer is a soft egg yolk layer, which is both soft and crispy, sweet and delicious.

While Song Zhichao was having breakfast, Er Shao Fu looked haggard and came down from the stairs listlessly carrying his coat.

The fat manager on duty's eyes lit up, and he trotted over immediately, asking Fu Shao how he was resting last night, what requirements he had for the hotel, and what needs to be improved.

Fu Jiajun yawned and chatted impatiently with the fat manager.

Entering the restaurant, Fu Jiajun saw Song Zhichao who was having breakfast at a glance, walked over, casually threw the coat he was carrying to the fat manager, and before he could help to open a seat, he slumped down on the chair. In an instant, the dining table There was a smell of alcohol all around, needless to say, this alcohol smell was brought by Fu Er Shao.

The fat manager still wanted to show his loyalty and devotion in front of Young Master Fu, but Young Master Fu waved him away impatiently.

Without the fat manager standing in the way, Fu Jiajun felt much more comfortable.

"Where are those two beauties?" Fu Jiajun asked Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao knew that he was asking about Lili and Qianqian, so he said that he had paid them early in the morning and sent them away.

Fu Jiajun hiccupped and complained that Song Zhichao was not mean enough. Last night, he threw the two beauties to him, wasted dice and drank, and kept losing money. He was very hard. Well, if you want to send someone away, you should at least invite them to have breakfast.

Song Zhichao glanced at him, picked up the napkin and dabbed the corner of his mouth, and said, "Take care of yourself first! What do you want to eat?"

Fu Jiajun continued to slump on the chair, waved his hands and said, "There's no need to order, just bring me a pair of knives and forks."

Soon, the knife and fork came up, and Fu Ershao picked up the fork and inserted a sausage, then stared at it, as if he wanted to eat but couldn't eat it.

"Are you going to chat with the sausage? Stare at it but don't eat it." Song Zhichao held the tea cup with his fingers, put it to his mouth, and took a sip of the tea.

"It's not that I don't want to eat, it's... that I can't eat any more!" Fu Jiajun made a look of embarrassment on his face, and then said: "You don't know, last night I hugged the toilet and threw up all night."

Song Zhichao smiled, "Looking at your haggard appearance, I thought you fought fiercely in bed with two beauties all night."

Fu Jiajun rolled his eyes, "Fighting hell! Am I that kind of person?" Suddenly staring at Song Zhichao again, he said, "You said you cleaned the toilet last night, did you clean it for me?"

Song Zhichao looked at him, smiled but didn't answer.

Fu Jiajun: "Oh, I'll go! Could it be that you knew that I would be drunk by those two beauties?"

Song Zhichao nodded.

"Then you must know that the two beauties didn't try their best to play dice with me in the nightclub?"

Song Zhichao also nodded.

Fu Jiajun rolled his eyes: "Are you considered a friend or not, even I'm pissed!"

Song Zhichao took a sip of tea and put down the teacup, "If I don't hate you, I won't be able to see your wonderful appearance now."

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't you going to see Gambling King He today? Dress up well and look more haggard. Maybe King Gambling He will not bear it, and immediately agree to your request."

"Uh, this..." Fu Jiajun pointed at Song Zhichao, bit his lip, and said for a long time, "Well, good advice! You are smarter than a ghost!"

"Are you praising me?"

"What, do you think it's insincere? Do you want me to kiss you? Anyway, I didn't brush my teeth!" Fu Jiajun breathed out at Song Zhichao.

"Forget it!" Song Zhichao hurriedly covered his nose with a napkin.

"What's the matter?" At this moment, a crisp voice rang in their ears, and then they saw a plump, sweet-looking beauty, like a porcelain doll, approaching them slowly.

Song Zhichao took a closer look, if it wasn't Guan Zhilin, who else could it be.

(End of this chapter)