pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 766 Scapegoat

On the first day he left, Song Qingge couldn't help but think of him, whether he was having breakfast, in the Phoenix Tower, or here, he was always there.

"My lady, what are you looking at?"

Dabao didn't have any memory of this. Seeing Song Qingge staring at the door next to him in a daze, he called her back.

"It's okay, I'm just curious about what's behind this door."

Song Qingge hurriedly shook off the figure of a certain man in her mind, and walked in with Xiao Jinyi.

Tian Haoyun in Jiuhong City is larger in scale, and there are various ways to play it. There are not many people at the moment, and many tables are empty.

There were all kinds of people in the casino, some were dressed in silk and satin and followed by several servants, and some had poor clothes with several patches... So Song Qingge and Xiao Jinyi did not attract attention.

The two of them looked around curiously, and occasionally asked a question. This is the case with people who come to the casino for the first time, and no one is curious.

At most, when they see them, they will sigh, and there is another lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Song Qingge kept staring at Feng Yansheng, and found that his face was solemn, and he seemed to have a serious mind.

When there is something in my heart that I can't solve, I want to vent. Gambling is also a way of venting, and I quickly join the ranks of gamblers with money.

According to Huang Liman's inquiries, Feng Yansheng was only here for fun, he didn't care about winning or losing, and he was very restrained.

But at this moment, Song Qingge looked at him with curiosity and madness, just like those crazy gamblers.

What exactly happened?
Tian Haoyun's steward recognized Song Qingge, nodded secretly towards her, and then helped her stare at Feng Yansheng together.

It has to be said that his luck today was very bad, and he could lose more than a dozen bets in a row in a single block, so that as long as he bet later, other people would bet the opposite of him and would definitely win.

Feng Yansheng's face became more and more ugly, with a ferocious face, and it seemed that there was a tendency to explode.

Surprisingly, he was able to hold back all the time, and continued to gamble at another table, and changed again when he lost.

Time passed, and after almost eating all the snacks in Song Qingsinger, Feng Yansheng, who had red eyes, suddenly stopped.

"Guard Lu, how long has it been?"

"It's two hours soon."

"Oh, that's all for today."

A simple two-sentence dialogue, no nostalgia, just left!

Song Qingge stared at him with wide eyes, how strong is this person's self-control?
Just as she was about to chase her out, she saw Guanshi Lu beckoning to her secretly, and then walked towards the deepest part of a casino.

The more people went inside, the fewer people there were. Only when there was no one around, Guan Shi listened to her, and said softly to her: "Do you still remember the matter of Shen's family transporting money out? There has been a problem, and Shen Fusheng has been dealing with it recently. Busy picking myself up, a lot of things have been pushed out."

"Feng Yansheng also participated in it, and seemed to be aware that Shen Fusheng wanted to find a scapegoat, so he was always worried."

"...Either hand over the secret recipe of the cloth dyeing workshop, or..."

Handing over the secret recipe means that he has no use value for the Shen family, and he can kick it away at will, or it may become a time of despair again.

If he didn't hand in the secret recipe, Shen Fusheng would blame him for the mess, not to mention being depressed, he might even die.

He climbed up from the downfall, and finally got everything today. If he lost it, it would be no different from killing him.

Either of the two is a dead end!
Because of this, Feng Yansheng broke the law of gambling once every seven days...

(End of this chapter)