Flowers on the other side are blooming for you

Chapter 250 Why Should I Bet on You
"Yeah, young master, why can't you agree? This girl bet you out just now. There is nothing wrong with betting on her now. What's more, you are sure of winning."

Ye Xuanji's face paled slightly.

He would directly refuse, which was beyond her expectation.

After all, she bet him just now.

Although holding the Supreme Treasure at that time, I would definitely win, but in the end I was the one who let him down first...

A pair of bright eyes couldn't help but look at Mo Qingcheng, and there was something in his heart that he didn't know what it was like.

Feeling nervous and guilty.

Indifferently said: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you push me out, at most you lose and I'm just doing odd jobs here..."

Mo Qingcheng took a look at her, twirled the fan with his fingers, and said leisurely: "You are not someone to me, why should I bet on you?

Ye Xuanji never thought that he would say such a thing.

A little dazed: "You..."

But for a moment, he didn't know what to say, his heart was suffocated for no reason, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Zi Yiren covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "The little girl thought this girl was the young master's sweetheart."

The words and deeds of the two of them just now made her mistakenly think that they were flirting.

Mo Qingcheng said indifferently: "You are overthinking. I have a clean relationship with this girl, and there is nothing wrong with me."

"Hehe, this is difficult. Since you can't gamble with this girl, how can you mortgage 180 million taels of silver?"

Zi Yiren looked a little embarrassed.
"It's okay, Miss Zi, please bring me the brush, ink and rice paper. I have my own way to raise 180 million taels of silver."

Although Zi Yiren didn't know what kind of mystery he was going to do.

But since he said that, he must have his own reasons.

So he went downstairs and brought him a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Xuanji, grind the ink for me." Mo Qingcheng spread out the rice paper and ordered in a rambling voice.

(End of this chapter)