Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"Ruan Ruan, you are fine." Sun Minzhen also laughed, making sense.

At the buffet for dinner, everyone sat in disorder, and Li Feifei and Sun Minzhen occupied two positions beside Ruan Xihe.

It was almost nine o'clock after dinner, and I proposed to sing again.

If you don't go to this kind of gathering, it shows that you are not gregarious.

Went to play too late again.

Ruan Xihe felt that it was better to talk to the uncle at home and talk about what was interesting.

Poke open the chat interface, and start talking to Yan Fufeng one after another.

The top floor of the Lisboa Casino.

Yan Fufeng sat on the sofa, sitting very upright. Behind him was a floor-to-ceiling window with a Buddhist bead twisted in his hand. There was no sadness, no joy, no desire, no desire in his eyebrows.

But there was a man kneeling in front of him, and his whole body was shaking.

Lin Dong and Changming stood beside Yan Fufeng.

Jin Tong was standing at the door, his face pale too, and Mr. Yan handed Lisboa to him to take care of it. This happened.

"Liu Ye, I was wrong. It was San Ye who asked me to come. I know your rules. I...I will never dare to do it anymore!" The man snots and tears, really not pretending Ang, Aocheng Yan Liuye wants you to die, you will definitely not survive the sun tomorrow morning.

"Know my rules? What are my rules." Yan Fufeng's voice was very flat.

"Thousand laps of money in the regular game, chop their hands." That person said this sentence very hard.

It’s actually pretty tricky to make a lot of money in a regular game in a casino. You can count the cards and draw. It’s your ability to win money like this. If you do lot of money, it will inevitably harm the interests of the casino. It’s only strange that the owner of the casino can be polite to you. .

"Call your third master." Yan Fufeng said.

Rin Dong went up and held the phone in front of the man.

The man was frightened: "Liu Ye Liu Ye, if San Ye knows that I betray him, I will definitely die, Liu Ye, your bodhisattva has a heart, please beg you."

Yan Fufeng's phone vibrated, he turned on the screen, the little girl sent him a message, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she suddenly got up.

The kneeling man fell to the ground with fright.

Yan Fufeng didn't look at him, and only left one sentence: "Handle it cleanly."

Rin Dong and Changming agreed.

"Mr. Yan, me." Jin Tong followed, obviously trying to explain something.

"What to do in the follow-up, do you still need me to teach you." Yan Fufeng's words made Jin Tong stunned, and there was a burst of ecstasy. Mr. Yan did not hold him accountable.

"Yes, I see. With Sanye, you don't need to care about your affection this time?"

"Yeah." Yan Fufeng replied and left.

His little girl is still waiting for him.

"Uncle here!" Ruan Xihe waved.

Rolls Royce stopped at the KTV door.

"Sister Minzhen, Fei Fei, I'm leaving, bye bye, everyone, bye bye~" Ruan Xihe bid farewell to his colleagues.

Yan Fufeng got out of the car to open the co-pilot door for her.

Then I drove around. He was humble and polite from start to finish, which made people feel very comfortable and educated.

The car ran away, and everyone was still talking about He Xiruan's boyfriend, nothing more than those beautiful words.

"Drinking?" Yan Fufeng asked.

She was a little bit drunk.

"Drink a little!" She gestured with her hands.

"If you want to drink in the future, take me and I'll drink it for you." Yan Fufeng said.

"Um~ Uncle, you spoil me too much." She groaned.

But I just want to be nice to you, I just want to be nice to you for no reason.

"Are you asking for leave tomorrow? Take a break at home."

"Ah, no, there is a salary deduction for taking leave. I am a humble worker and cannot take leave." She was a little tired at night, and fell asleep as she talked.

Yan Fufeng knew that this little girl didn't need money, so he would talk nonsense, but he still felt sorry for her.

Called Lin Dong.

"Hello, Liu Ye?"

"Within three days, acquire Moro Culture."

"Yes."

"Don't let Ruan Ruan know."

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