The moment he stepped into the club, Lan Youyou's beautiful willow eyebrows furrowed.

Obviously, she didn't like the smoky place. And the group of stinky men who made her want to poke them blind at the first sight!

As for the group of women who sold stubble, Lan Youyou couldn't wait to tear off all the pitiful covering cloths on their bodies.

Lan Youyou hoped that Feng Xinglang would take her to a quiet place, only the two of them, no matter whether it was luxurious or shabby, as long as she could spend tonight with him.

Feeling Lan Youyou's unhappiness, and having the resistance to retreat, Feng Xinglang reached over his long arm and gently grabbed her waist.

"What's wrong? Uncomfortable? ”

"Feng Xinglang, why did you bring me here? You know I don't like this kind of dirty place! ”

Even Lan Youyou, who is angry, has her glamorous and moving side.

"How can this kind of place be dirty? Even if it's not clean, it's better to spend the night! You, Miss Lan Youyou, have been playing the piano in the night village for more than half a month! At that time, why didn't you dislike the dirtiness of the night village? ”

Feng Xinglang smiled coldly. He reminded Lan Youyou anytime and anywhere: You still owe my brother a blood debt!

Lan Youyou's delicate face instantly condensed. She knew that Feng Xinglang hated her, but she was alarmed that Feng Xinglang hated her so much anytime and anywhere! As long as you are with her, you seem to be full of hatred!

"Alright, let's make some money for supper and go! Be nice! ”

Seeing that the woman obediently quieted down, Feng Xinglang coaxed Lan Youyou, and then took her waist and walked inside.

The waiter greeted him, and Feng Xinglang handed over the suitcase in his hand freely.

"A box full of dollars! I've never seen so much money, right? Go and exchange it for chips! ”

Of course, Feng Xinglang is acting. I look like I'm an uncle!

He vividly portrayed the rich second generation of a nouveau riche. Perhaps he had only one purpose, to get the attention of others.

The waiters just smiled professionally: they deal with money every day. This small amount of money is enough for one or two bets.

But the one who comes is God. They don't love the rich and the poor. At least not on the surface.

Feng Xinglang looked around for a circle, playing cards, dice, roulette, and various instruments were turning; A thousand exclamations, sighs, cheers, women's screams, men's roars, and so on, all mingled together to form a rotten atmosphere of money piling up.

Feng Xinglang saw that Italian! He was surrounded by three people from far and near.

One of the pestles against the wall resembles a telephone pole. The two fools who don't squint look like a fool have a fight with Cong Gang! It should be the professional killer or something like that in Ye Shinian's mouth.

Feng Xinglang grabbed Lan You's waist and walked towards Italy.

The waiter followed with the exchanged chips.

In fact, the suitcase that Feng Xinglang handed over was empty. It's just a prop for acting. But the chips on the waiter's plate were very considerable, and it seemed that there were as many as twenty or thirty million.

"Uncle Ben looks up to you! I'm playing with you! ”

Feng Xinglang pushed out the two million chips very much.

It's stud that's played. It's easy and convenient. And the rules of the game are simple.

Hand comparison: Straight flush> four of a kind> Fullhouse> flush > straight> three of a kind> two pairs> single pair > high cards.

Numerical comparison: a>k>q>j>10>9>8>7>6>5>4>3>2

Fancy comparison: spades> hearts> grass flowers> squares

Playing this game well requires a good memory, comprehensive judgment, calm analytical skills, and some luck.

And these are all what Feng Xinglang has.

But the Italian obviously looked down on Feng Xinglang's vulgarity. As if he was afraid that others would not know that he was an upstart.

But whose money is not money, and winning is not prickly!

In the first game, Feng Xinglang won. That's a lot of 10 million.

It seems that the Italian is not in a hurry, and he looks calm and calm with a long line waiting to catch a big fish. Maybe in his opinion, like Feng Xinglang, a nouveau riche gangster, giving a little sweetness can make him lose more happily!

But then, Feng Xinglang's mind didn't seem to be on the card, and he began to bite his ear with Lan Youyou.

As soon as he hooked his arms, he hooked Lan Youyou, who was unable to lift his expression, into his arms, and his little arms tightly wrapped around her abundance, pushing them up, plus Lan Youyou was wearing a long skirt, and the posture that was about to come out made the men present see that their blood was surging.

"Baby, let me guess the color of your clothes underneath."

Feng Xinglang's voice was not high, but it was enough for the men present to hear. The Italian seemed to understand a few words of Chinese, and his eyes turned wolf.

Lan Youyou was stunned, as if he didn't expect that Feng Xinglang would have such an evil current now.

He held himself in the same way as before.

Lan Youyou's beautiful eyes squinted at Feng Xinglang, her eyes were like silk, "Then let's go home!" Go home and let you see enough! ”

"How boring that is!" Feng Xinglang laughed wickedly.

"Ah......h

With Lan Youyou's scream that penetrated into the bone marrow, the eyes of all the men focused again.

Because Feng Xinglang's hand had already probed into the place where it shouldn't be, "It turned out to be black...... That's good! I love the color! ”

In fact, what color it is, Feng Xinglang doesn't know. He just casually said a color.

Everyone thought that Feng Xinglang directly pulled out Lan Youyou's little inside, and one by one they became more uncalm. Especially the Italian who was close to Lan Youyou, his eyes seemed to be about to spark.

Feng Xinglang just pinched Lan Youyou's Qiaotun hard, using enough force to cause her to scream.

Sure enough, Lan Youyou's scream successfully attracted the attention of the Italian, and it was still a fiery gaze!

A gambler, in most cases, is inseparable from eroticism and sex. This Italian will not be an exception.

Suddenly, almost instantly, Feng Xinglang, who had just had a good time with Lan Youyou, became violent in the next second, he jumped up from his seat, crossed the gambling table with his upper body, and grabbed the Italian by the collar, and then a heavy right hook hit him on the cheek......

To be honest, the Italians at that time were really stunned by Feng Xinglang's fast punch!

This style of painting has changed so quickly, right?

Just now, I was still enthusiastic and had a strong love affair with the incredibly beautiful woman next to me, why did the boxer suddenly smash it on his cheek?

But Lan Youyou understood: Feng Xinglang's purpose in bringing her here was just to pick quarrels and provoke trouble!

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