The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 733
Chapter 730 Complete Victory
"A night's sleep?"

Tang Yanxi was almost furious when he heard the words:

"Ye Fan, bastard, are you out of your mind?"

"A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!"

"Who gave you the courage to say that?"

"Quickly apologize to Ziqi!"

She never expected Ye Fan to speak like this, which not only offended Han Ziqi, but also ruined her connections in the circle.

Tang Yanxi regretted bringing Ye Fan over and making a mess of a banquet.

Pang Zhuang and Lu Kun were also filled with righteous indignation, feeling that Ye Fan really didn't know what to do.

Who is Han Ziqi, the daughter of a wealthy family, their goddess, who dares to sleep?
Several people picked up stools and prepared to explode Ye Fan's head.

"stop!"

Han Ziqi waved his hand to stop everyone, his eyes were extremely cold.

If it wasn't for her birthday today, and she wanted to vent her anger, she would have sent someone to throw Ye Fan into the sea.

She looked at Ye Fan and said coldly:
"Three rounds, as long as you win one round, I will give you 1000 million."

1000?

This caused many people to exclaim, Han Ziqi's move was generous, and the bet was astonishing, but it was impossible for Ye Fan to win.

"If you lose, you can slap your mouth one hundred times and come to my Han family to work for free for three years, how about it?"

Han Ziqi was going to let Ye Fan wash the toilet for three years.

Lu Kun sneered: "Boy, you've earned it, and it's an honor for you to work in the Han family for eight lifetimes."

Li Xiaoman and the others laughed along.

Tang Yanxi was extremely anxious: "Ye Fan, stop making trouble, and apologize to Miss Han."

Ye Fan decided to castrate everyone.

He looked at Han Ziqi and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Han Ziqi was taken aback: "Not yet."

"I won and be my girlfriend for seven days."

Ye Fan said lightly: "I lost. I slapped myself a thousand times and worked for the Han family for ten years."

There was an uproar in the audience, followed by fury.

"Boy, you are a toad eating swan meat."

"I think you're out of your mind."

"If you want Ziqi to be your girlfriend, why don't you look in the mirror?"

"Ziqi, don't be polite to this kind of person, just throw it into the sea and drown."

Pang Zhuang and Lu Kun were furious, shouting that Ye Fan was overreaching
Tang Yanxi also sighed, Ye Fan, Ye Fan, do you have to be so sensational in order to get some limelight?
So childish.

Han Ziqi didn't get angry, but her pretty face became colder: "Are you confident?"

Ye Fan said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense, bet or not?"

Han Ziqi threw a cue: "Okay, I promise you."

Ye Fan took the cue: "Snooker, nine-ball and American style?"

"These are too complicated."

Han Ziqi's voice was cold: "Keep it simple, so as not to say that I bully you."

"Let's play Chinese eight ball directly."

She pointed her finger: "I'll let you tee off first. If you win one of the three rounds, you'll be considered a winner."

The simplest way to play Chinese eight-ball and table tennis is to use balls from one to fifteen, and form a group of one to seven to form a full-color ball.

A group of nine to fifteen is called a suit ball.

Black number eight stands alone.

Whoever puts the seven balls of one group into the ball pocket first, and then puts the black number [-] in, is the winner.

If one side pockets the black eight-ball by mistake in the middle of the game, or knocks the black eight-ball off the table, the opponent wins the round.

And who plays which group of balls is chosen by the first person to score the ball.

"Okay, I'm coming!"

Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, he took a step forward, leaned over, and stabbed the white ball violently with the club.

"boom!"

"Snapped!"

The short and powerful sound of billiard balls exploded one after another.

Lu Kun and Tang Yanxi's bodies shook and their heads buzzed, as if firecrackers had exploded in their ears.

Han Ziqi couldn't help secretly calling Ye Fan's shot too aggressive and too powerful.

After that, she was noncommittal again. Billiards is all about technique, and brute force cannot solve the problem.

Ye Fan is doomed.

Ye Fan laughed loudly: "I'm sorry, I have a little more strength."

In the disdain of Li Man'er and the others, the white ball was like a mad cow, not only smashing fifteen balls into pieces, but also allowed it to continue to shuttle back and forth.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, a No. [-] ball was hit by a white ball into the left pocket.

Lu Kun and the others joked slightly: "I didn't expect this kid to be a little bit lucky."

"Snapped!"

While speaking, the No. [-] ball also fell into the tail pocket during the impact.

Pang Zhuang was slightly surprised, subconsciously said: "This kid is lucky."

Li Man'er and the others also nodded: "It is indeed a bit of luck, but unfortunately, luck is one thing and two things are inseparable."

They didn't believe that Ye Fan was Han Ziqi's opponent. Han Ziqi was once a top ten professional player in Hong Kong City.

How can Ye Fan win such a woman who people look up to?
"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

While thinking about it, balls No. [-] and No. [-] also went into the bag one after another. In the group of No. [-] to No. [-] balls, Ye Fan has already scored four.

Tang Yanxi's eyelids twitched: "The ball is still spinning..."

Han Ziqi didn't care much at first, but just adjusted his hand feeling.

Ye Fan's goal, in her opinion, is like a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

Whether it's posture or strength, he's even more amateur than an amateur.

It was only when she saw everyone's surprised expressions that she realized that something was wrong.

I don't know how much effort Ye Fan used for that shot. After scoring four balls in a row, the white ball was still colliding and rolling with the rest of the billiard balls.

"Snapped!"

Under Han Ziqi's fiery gaze, there were two more collisions, and the balls No. [-] and No. [-] got into the two pockets in the middle.

Six goals in the bag!

Li Man'er and the others all opened their mouths wide, my God, how is this possible?

To score six goals with a single stick, Ye Fan was so unlucky, right?

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp sound, and the No. [-] ball also fell into the net gorgeously.

So far, all the full-color balls from No. [-] to No. [-] have entered the net.

Dozens of people all opened their mouths wide open, looking at this scene in disbelief, they never expected that Ye Fan was so lucky to score a set of goals with one stroke.

Li Man'er was about to cry: "It's still spinning..."

Tang Yanxi and the others discovered that even though seven balls were scored in a row, the white ball on the table was indeed still spinning, rolling like chicken blood.

For the first time, Han Ziqi's heart trembled inexplicably.

"boom!"

The white ball bounced off the edge of the table and hit the black eight in the far corner.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound, black eight, into the bag.

Victory!

The whole place was dead silent.

Everyone, including Tang Yanxi and Pang Zhuang, including Han Ziqi, opened their mouths wide.

They stared blankly at the half-cleared table, as if they couldn't believe that all this was true.

Everyone's eyes fell on Ye Fan, they still couldn't accept the ending of Ye Fan's one-stroke victory.

This is not the level of a country bumpkin, and it is more than enough for a professional golfer to directly explode.

If this is luck, it is also the luck of winning [-] million.

Han Ziqi also re-examined Ye Fan, his eyes sparkling.

She always felt that Ye Fan was a little different, but she never thought that he would pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger so deeply.

She lost, unwilling to lose, but also helpless...

(End of this chapter)