Prosperity: Conquering Billions of Gambling Kings

Chapter 129
Qiyue ran to the kitchen, dug out his favorite tea, turned on the stove, and boiled water.

Hearing movement outside, he poked his head out from the small kitchen.

"Brother Ah Zhao, you are back."

Blinking his eyes, he came out of the kitchen with a teapot in his hand, "I made tea for you."

The man didn't even look at her. He took off his coat and threw it aside. He took a step forward and sat down on the sofa.

The handsome facial features look a bit sharp, Mo Yu's eyes are bursting with a cold breath...

Sensing his emotions, Qiyue poured tea for him silently, and sat down carefully beside her.

"Is there anything you are unhappy about?"

The tea in front of him didn't move at all, Tan Zhao put one hand on the sofa, pursed his thin lips, and looked coldly.

What I wanted to mention was swallowed abruptly by Qiyue.

This is obviously not a good time...

"The tea is getting cold..."

Seeing that he was sitting still, Qiyue carefully pushed the cup towards his hand, and lightly touched the man's fingertips.

Tan Zhao raised his head slightly, his sharp eyes fell on the girl in front of him.

He was so cold and silent, Qiyue was a little timid.

Although I have seen his cold appearance in front of outsiders, but after returning home, he is always warm and has never given himself a cold face...

In such a situation, Qiyue couldn't help pinching her fingers, panicking.

After being silent for a while, Tan Zhaocai picked up the teacup, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

The teacup was placed on the table again, and the movement was quite large, making a heavy noise.

Qiyue was startled, straightened her back, trembled a bit, and her face was slightly pale.

Seeing her like a frightened bird, Tan Zhao took a deep breath, swept his eyebrows across her face, and finally said, "You have nothing to say to me?"

When he asked, Qiyue felt even more nervous.

Shaking his head hastily, he denied it.

It must be very bad to tell him about He Yian at this time...

"Really do not have?"

The man's tone became a little more serious, and the scene of them in the restaurant came back to his mind.

It's terribly glaring.

July still shook her head.

Tan Zhao was a little displeased, got up from the sofa suddenly, and walked upstairs.

Looking up at his shadow going upstairs, Qiyue frowned, not knowing why he was suddenly upset.

Taking a deep breath, she shook her head, not letting herself think about it.

Here, Gu Xiaobei is busy with the student movement.

There are not many schools near Qingshui Road. She has contacted the girls' school next to her and the student leaders of the School of Philosophy. She tactfully expressed her thoughts and got a lot of responses.

After a few days, it was quite effective.

The sinking of the Daxing ship was circulated for a few days before it was officially reported by a newspaper. All of a sudden, the streets and alleys were full of discussions and condemnations about the sinking accident.

Occasionally, I still hear news of strikes by some small dock workers...

A massive storm is rushing towards the center of power in Shanghai.

Gu Xiaobei was already in it, but he didn't know it.

Tuesday is the anniversary of Huaxia's death, Gu Xiaobei took half a day off and wanted to visit her.

After returning home, Gu Xiaobei went to see Uncle Hua. Since Hua Xia passed away, his physical condition has deteriorated day by day, which is worrying.

After buying some candles and fruits, Gu Xiaobei followed Gu Huaian to the cemetery.

(End of this chapter)