Out of control and sinking

From the beginning to the end, Bo Ye didn't even direct much.

Jiang Ruan played the cards according to his own ideas.

Didn't expect to be fooled so soon? ?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Si Chen couldn't hold back the swearing: "Damn, what's wrong?"

"Isn't this too fucking fast?"

Feng Meiling smiled softly: "Sister-in-law, this is called hiding. Just now I thought you couldn't play. Sister-in-law, you are too low-key."

"That's right. I thought you were bronze, but I didn't expect you to be the king."

The people next to him echoed.

But they are all praising Jiang Ruan, after all, Bo Ye is here, half a villa is not worth anything.

The important thing is to make Bo Ye happy.

Jiang Ruan pursed her lips and said with a low-key smile, "Luck, luck."

"Sister-in-law is really lucky."

"We are willing to bet and admit defeat."

As he spoke, he saw that they all handed over a card.

Jiang Ruan raised his hand to take it.

She knows the rules of mahjong.

Many bets are substituted with cards.

But when he saw the whole stack of cards next to him that was almost piled up into a hill, the corners of his lips still couldn't help twitching.

Abnormal, so many cards.

How many villas is this?

Jiang Ruan couldn't help feeling that the world of the rich is unimaginable for ordinary people.

Who would have thought that the end point that ordinary people may not even dare to imagine after working hard for a lifetime, is the starting point for the rich and powerful to squander.

With the cards in hand, continue to the next game.

Unexpectedly, he turned his head and bumped into Bo Ye's dark and deep eyes. At this moment, he was smiling, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Jiang Ruan turned around.

Still feeling that strong gaze, she lowered her eyebrows and adjusted her cards, but a man's slender hand with distinct bones appeared on her lips.

Holding a bamboo stick with a strawberry stuck on it.

The color is bright, very nice.

"Open your mouth." Bo Ye said.

Just feeding her fruit in full view of everyone, Jiang Ruan raised her head and blushed when she saw that they were all looking at her.

But he still opened his mouth to bite the strawberry. The strawberry was very big, and Bo Ye fed her patiently.

It was like feeding a cat, watching her finish eating one bite at a time.

When he stopped, Bo Ye noticed that her ears were flushed, obviously shy.

A smile flashed across the dark eyes.

The act of the two kissing fell into Feng Meiling's eyes, and she couldn't help being envious: "Oh, I'm so envious."

"I really didn't expect Brother Bo to feed someone else one day. If you really have a girlfriend, it's different from being single."

"Simple." Bo Ye said indifferently, "You find one too."

Feng Meiling looked at Si Chen subconsciously, and then curled her lips: "Forget it, it's always fun to be single."

"What kind of love is talking about, the love brain needs to dig wild vegetables."

Speaking, Feng Meiling said: "I didn't talk about you, sister-in-law, I talked about myself."

Jiang Ruan smiled brightly: "I know."

"However, there are different brains in love, and you can work hard when you meet the right one."

Saying this, Jiang Ruan's eyes were fixed between Si Chen and Feng Meiling.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Feng Meiling was interested in Si Chen.

But Si Chen seemed to not understand, and said with disgust: "Forget it, with a man like her, which man would dare to want it?"

"You don't even know how cruel she is. Whoever wants to marry her has to plan ahead of time to lose an arm or a leg."

Feng Meiling exploded immediately, raised her hand and pushed him: "Si Chen, what do you mean? Am I that cruel?"

"You're fucking looking for smoke."

Feng Meiling has a bad temper.

Everyone in the circle knows it.

Si Chen muttered: "I also said that you are not cruel, but now you look like a tigress."

"You..." Feng Meiling died of anger.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Jiang Ruan tried to persuade him, "Okay, stop arguing."

"He picked things up first." Feng Meiling said.

Looking at them, Jiang Ruan smiled and said, "You are very much like a pair of friends I knew before. You have the same personality as you. When you meet, you will fight each other like enemies, and you will be noisy every day like enemies."

"But what do you think it turned out?"