Under One Person: Xia He was killed in the beginning

Ye Yingjiu had a strange look on his face. How dare you say that I am thin-skinned.

"Girl, I think you are pretty, do you have a boyfriend?"

After Ye Yingjiu asked, Zhang Chulan also looked at the technician nervously.

The technician girl smiled, glanced at Ye Yingjiu's handsome face with a charming and meaningful look, then retracted her gaze and lowered her head and said, "Brother, the most taboo thing in our line of work is to get emotional."

"Before, a boss said he wanted to pursue me, but I didn't expect that he already had a wife at home~~"

"I don't want to think about these things now, just make money~~"

The little girl sighed after she finished speaking, and Zhang Chulan felt so sorry for her sister after watching her performance.

Ye Yingjiu started laughing, but then he fell silent.

Wasn't I the same as Zhang Chulan now?

I remember it was an evening in July.

It had just rained on the hot city streets, bringing a bit of coolness.

I don’t know her name. The first time I saw her, she was standing in front of me carrying a small box.

She just stood there obediently, looking at him with tender eyes.

It was a kind of tenderness that he had never experienced before. When she took his hand with a hint of shyness, perhaps it was because the night was too charming and the lights were too ambiguous, he actually felt a little moved.

In that dimly lit little room, the two of them chatted from Kafka to Dazai Osamu, from Tagore to Van Gogh, and tenderness overwhelmed them like a tide.

She is like a pure daisy, making people want to touch her beauty with their own hands, but unable to pick up her imperfections. Perhaps she is born free, and no external objects can restrain her existence.

I just feel sorry for her fate. She has to carry such heavy burdens in her prime years of youth. She has a gambling father, a sick mother and a young brother who is still studying. She shouldn't have to bear all this.

I was just like Zhang Chulan now. I wanted to take her away, take her away from that place, to a place without worries and pain, a world of only two people, and only happiness.

But he still underestimated her stubbornness. In the hazy night, she rejected his kindness. Only then did Ye Yingjiu understand that she was, after all, a flower planted in a pot. Whether she bloomed or withered was not determined by the wind.

At that moment, I realized that I was not washing my feet, but walking in the mud of the world. The only thing I could do was to leave an insignificant stroke at her best age...

"Brother, we're done washing, let's go to the third floor!"

The little girl's sudden words interrupted Ye Yingjiu's thoughts, and Ye Yingjiu came back to his senses.

Third floor!

It is the most mysterious place among all the clubs.

It is also a safe haven that many heroes in the world yearn for and never forget.

Life is not easy for everyone, and the third floor will definitely satisfy you.

"okay."

"Chu Lan, I'll come down and find you guys when I get better."

......

Chapter 172: Orange calls?

Ten p.m.

Several people drove a commercial vehicle to the outside of an old residential area.

Ye Yingjiu sat in the car and looked around. Although the streets outside the community were old, there was a lot of traffic. There were still many small vendors setting up stalls on the street, and there were also a constant stream of pedestrians passing by.

"With so many people here, it's hard for us to take action!"

Wang Ye frowned and said.

"It's still too early. Let's take action later when the target is asleep."

Ye Yingjiu glanced at the time on his phone and spoke slowly.

"So what are we doing now? Waiting?"

"or......!"

Zhang Chulan suddenly smiled evilly, leaving Ye Yingjiu puzzled.

"What do you want to do?"

Zhang Chulan didn't say anything, but just winked, raised his hands and touched the air, with a lewd smile on his face, which made people's scalp tingle!

"Play majiang?"

Ye Yingjiu was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

"Yeah, they don't go to bed that early anyway, and we can't just wait here all the time, that would be a waste of time."

"Damn it, you lost so much last time, and you still dare to play?"

"Yeah, Chu Lan, I lost a lot too. If I didn't know Sister Bao'er's character, I would have thought she was cheating!"

Zhuge Qing had a depressed look on his face. Not to mention Zhang Chulan, his and Wang Ye's mental arithmetic abilities were absolutely top-notch, but in the end they actually lost to the seemingly silly Feng Baobao!

Who would believe this if I told them?

"You three are so stupid. I have no idea what to do."

Feng Baobao put his hands in his coat pockets and said calmly.

"Humph! I don't believe it!"

"How can a child cry every day, or how can a player lose at mahjong every day?"

"Let's go!"

"Let's go, there's a chess and card room across the street."

After they made their decision, they parked the car and walked towards the chess and card room.

"Sister Baoer, let's work together to kill them all."

Ye Yingjiu also stuffed the extra cash in his pocket into Feng Baobao's pocket.

"Hmm~my sister has a problem."

Feng Baobao nodded, without counting, and put Ye Yingjiu's money together with her own.

They arrived at the chess and card room, opened a private room, and started working. Ye Yingjiu sat quietly next to Feng Baobao.

After watching for a while, Ye Yingjiu realized that Feng Baobao not only had good mahjong skills, but also had extraordinary luck!

In terms of IQ and mental arithmetic ability, Zhang Chulan, Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye are all top-notch. But you can't cheat with this thing. No matter how good you are at mental arithmetic, it still depends on luck!

"Red hit! No need to fight, I got four red hits."

"Holy crap! You can't, right?"

"I can even touch the four red centers!!"

They were playing Red Center Mahjong. They removed the white cards of East, South, West, and North for wealth. Red Center was the God of Wealth and could act as any other card. If you drew four Red Centers, then you could win directly no matter what other cards you had.

In this hand, Feng Baobao started with two red centers, and then drew two more red centers in a row, so he could win directly.

And after a normal win, you have to draw a card. If you draw 10,000 and a bamboo, it's double the amount. If you draw 90,000 and 90,000, it's ten times the amount. If you get four reds, you don't need to draw a card directly, it's twenty times!

"Oh my god~~ Sister Baoer!! You are so awesome!"

Ye Yingjiu waved excitedly, and then began to help her collect money.

"Give me the money, give me the money quickly!!"

"Sigh~~"

Zhang Chulan and others shook their heads with a wry smile and obediently handed Ye Yingjiu two big chips.

"Humph!"

"I just blame myself for my bad luck, but I never doubt my talent!"

"Come on! Keep going!!"

"Chu Lan is right. This is just the beginning. If you lose first, it doesn't count as a loss."

"Haha~~"

Ye Yingjiu smiled. Who can say for sure about luck?

Just now, I used the art of looking at the fortunes of the four people, but it was all blurry and I couldn't see anything.

Destiny is always unpredictable.

Even if you pray to gods and Buddhas every day, you are only seeking peace of mind for yourself, and it cannot change anything.

There is always three sticks of incense before the gods, and there are more than ten thousand kinds of worries in life.

Suddenly! A dynamic melody sounded.

"I need your love every day. You can guess what I am thinking. I.love.you. I just want you to make my every day wonderful~~"

Ye Yingjiu took out his cell phone and took a look.

Orange?!

A somewhat unexpected call!

"Laojiu, your ringtone is really retro~~"

"You know nothing, this is my youth!"

Ye Yingjiu cursed with a smile and walked to the window to answer the phone.

"Wrong~~"

"Brother Ye, what are you doing?"

The voice coming from the other end of the phone was somewhat different from the little girl that Ye Yingjiu remembered.

"I'm playing outside with my friends."

"Oh~~"

"What's wrong, Orange?"

Ye Yingjiu felt that the other party seemed to have something to say.

However, there was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time before Cheng Cheng said softly, "I...Brother Ye, are you free now?"

Ye Yingjiu frowned. Could it be that Ju Kun was having a quarrel with her again?

"Chengcheng, I'm in Beijing now. It'll take two days before I can go back."

"Oh~~ Well, okay then!"

"Chengcheng, did Ju Kun bully you again? Tell me about it, and I'll help you beat him up when we get back to Tianjin."

“No…! No~~”

"What's that?"

"Nothing, I won't bother Brother Ye anymore, I'm hanging up."

“Beep…beep!”

"Hello~~"

The phone was suddenly hung up.

Ye Yingjiu frowned, and from his tone, one could tell that Chengcheng seemed to have encountered something.

Could it be that this kid Ju Kun has done something wrong again?

But since she doesn't want to talk about it on the phone, there's nothing I can do.

"Old Nine, who is that?"

"a friend."

"Are you okay?"

"It's nothing."

Seeing that Ye Yingjiu looked a little unhappy, Zhang Chulan asked with concern.

Forget it, let’s ignore her for now. I’ll find time to ask her about the situation when I return to Tianjin.

Several people played until four in the morning, when the battle ended.