Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Ximen Longting: "..."

"How come I almost forgot, Ximen BOSS loses every bet." Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows, remembering the glorious deeds of Ximen Longting throwing dice...

"It turns out that there is a musty pot sitting next to the beauty!" Wen Xinnuan took a gold coin and wiped it on her body eagerly, "Double double, I want double... I must win this hand." ,Amen!"

Ximen Longting gritted his teeth.Him, the musty jar? !

"Wife, dark stick." Ji Ziang reminded suddenly.

Wen Xinnuan felt belatedly: "Yes, I have four!"

Dark rod is equivalent to a small self touch...

"(*@ο@*) Wow ~ each of you owe me a gold coin, remember!" Wen Xinnuan was definitely going to become a miser, smiling so hard that her eyes narrowed into two lines and she could barely see.

Playing cards with rich people is comfortable, maybe she will become a little rich woman tonight.

Wen Xinnuan doesn't have a small treasury, and she is poor. She is no better than Jing Jiaren, who has a golden mountain like Ximen Longting to rely on.

After she divorced Ji Ziang, she had to live alone... Of course, the more wins, the better.

"Honey, you have already suspended the cards," Ji Ziang said with a smile, "I predict that you will draw your own next card."

"Really?"

"Shall I touch it for you?" Ji Ziang leaned against her, eager to try.

Ximen Longting stared at him with terrifying cold eyes: "Fuck off."

"..." Ji Ziang.

"Yes, Mr. Ji is a well-known gambling king. Stay away and don't rely on our gambling cards." Jing Jiaren helped Ximen Longting.

"Tsk, it's really a husband and wife. What's wrong with losing some gold coins? Your husband won't afford to lose."

"It's my turn to draw cards! Don't move!" Wen Xinnuan rubbed her hands, "I've seen a lot of money..."

Ximen Longting's big hand resting on Jing Jiaren's waist tightened, staring at their cards depressedly...

Not even a single straight, and someone actually suspended their cards and prepared to draw themselves?

He couldn't help but look at his hands. Was it really his bad luck that spread everywhere?

"How about it, have you touched Xinnuan?" Mengkui was already ready to pay, and couldn't help but sneak a glance at Jian Chenche who was beside her...

She has no money, and all losses are his.

As a killer, she has never seen so much money in her life. She lost so much tonight. To be honest, her heart is very nervous.

Watching Wen Xinnuan touch the piece of mahjong...

"Ah, it's not self-touching, it's not." Wen Xinnuan was a little disappointed, and Meng Kui was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Before Wen Xinnuan was about to throw the cards out, she subconsciously glanced at her cards, "Eh?"

Mengkui's eyes widened: "What's wrong?"

"It's a bar again!"

Mengkui: "..."

Ximen Longting: "..."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

Wen Xinnuan pressed 3 yuan on the card in front of him, together with the card he touched: "Hahahahaha! It's like catching a self-touch!"

Ji Ziang flattered: "My wife is amazing!"

Jian Chenche put his hand on Mengkui's back, and gently patted her to comfort her: "It's okay."

Mengkui's palms were sweaty: "Maybe it's because I'm unlucky and lose all the time, why don't you play instead?"

"I have money. I'm not afraid of you losing. Don't worry about losing."

"But……"

"I like to watch you lose money," Jian Chenche said in a low voice, "it's very feminine."

Uh... Losing money is feminine?

When Jing Jiaren heard it, she continued with a smile: