The man who was looking at the stock market on the tablet raised his head and bumped into a pair of pure and bewitching eyes.

Fu Nanli's turbulent eyes flashed with surprise, and he said in a deep voice: "Let's go." ”

After speaking, he took her hand and clasped her fingers.

Wincho asked him, "Do I dress appropriately like this?" ”

"Decent."

Words are like gold.

The Little Tangshan Club is built on a hill, and the car passes through the path of camphor and sycamore, and stops in front of a low-key luxury building by the lake.

The doorman stepped forward to open the door, and the two got out of the car together.

"Young Master." A group of waiters dressed in formal clothes greeted him respectfully.

Fu Nanli grabbed Wen Qiao and walked inside.

"Where are they?"

"Bridge room."

On both sides of the corridor hung all kinds of famous paintings from various countries, and the light of the crystal chandelier poured out, Wen Qiao's heart was worried, and he cautiously tested: "Do you remember your friends?" ”

"Uncle Li has made an introduction, and he is some cousins of the Fu family."

Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

The sliding door of the bridge room was opened, and the inside was luxurious and spacious, with soft crystal chandeliers and dark gray and dark green decorations, which looked heavy and textured, except for the bartender, there were four people, two were playing cards, one was drinking, and one was throwing darts to play.

Wen Qiao's eyes wandered, wanting to see if there was any back he had seen in the hospital that day.

Unfortunately, it's hard to tell.

As soon as they saw Fu Nanli's arrival, everyone stopped what they were doing.

"The young master is here."

Although all the people present are young masters, they still respectfully call Fu Nanli Young Master, the only heir of the Fu family, and his identity is naturally extremely noble.

Fu Nanli introduced them one by one.

Fu Chuan, Fu Huaiyuan, Fu Huaiming, Fu Cheng.

The first three were all older than him, in their early thirties, and the last Fu Cheng was two years younger than him, and they were all cousins of the Fu family.

Several people were a little surprised when they saw Wen Qiao: "Who is this?" ”

"It's my girlfriend."

As he spoke, he pulled Wen Qiao to the sofa and sat down.

Fu Cheng looked incredulous: "Young Master, when did you talk about your girlfriend?" Why don't we even know? ”

Wincho pretended to be calm and smiled.

Fu Nanli glanced at him lightly: "I have to report to you about everything?" ”

Lukewarm. Prepare for battle. Joe breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Cheng joked: "I just think that young master, you are like an indifferent work machine, and you can even fall in love." ”

"Let's play." Fu Huaiyuan proposed.

Fu Huaiyuan and Fu Huaiming are brothers, compared to Fu Cheng, their relationship with their descendants is a little farther away, and the farthest is Fu Chuan.

Fu Huaiming shook his head helplessly: "Young master, a genius in mathematics and physics, we play cards with him, don't we give him money." ”

Fu Cheng smiled and said, "Brother, you put some water on us, otherwise it will be boring to play." ”

Fu Nanli put his arm around Wen Qiao's shoulder: "Then let her play with you." ”

Fu Cheng: "Then we're not bullying my sister." ”

Wen Qiao smiled: "Then please be merciful to your brothers." ”

Her voice was soft, and there was always an unconscious sense of coquettishness when she spoke, and the smile on Fu Nanli's face was a little tightened, and she clenched Wen Qiao's hand.

The four of them sat around the table, and Fu Nanli sat next to Wen Qiao.

Bridge is a test of calculation ability, and the three of them were merciful at first, after all, they are all masters of the game, too bullying, and the young master can't get over his face.

Unexpectedly, Wen Qiao won three games in a row, and the girl looked at them with a smile: "Thank you, brothers, for letting me." ”

Fu Nanli's eyes were careless, the girl's ability to count cards exceeded his expectations, and she was a hidden master.