Trafford’s Trading Club

“Are those the three women? ”

In the lobby of the casino, it was still the Baccarat table that Liu Zheng had been sitting at - but it had not been opened since he and Jie had finished gambling.

Though the new dealer has succeeded the previous one, he stands here nervously - even wiping the cards he sends to the gamblers with a rag...

Who dares bet if this evil man doesn't go away?

At this time, listening to Liu Zixing's cold speech, Hou Chen Yulian glanced at the millionaire's wife quickly - they didn't open it either, but just stood next to another table, whether or not they looked at her.

Depending on the situation, it seems like you are going to come and ask, but you have some concerns. They probably can't guess what they had to do with the guy next to them who had won a lot of money in the casino.

“Mmm.” Hou Chen Yufei nodded quickly.

Anyway, this Baccarat table, no one at this time, she is not afraid to be heard, "I was brought here by them, I thought it was a normal leisure club... so... ”

“You're married.” Liu Zixing is cold.

Hou Chen Yu chilled and wanted to ask him how he knew, but when he saw the other person staring at his finger with the ring, he nodded... and hurried to say: “I... am not that kind of person. Me, I really don't come here to play, play with men...”

Liu Zixing shook his head, "Your business has nothing to do with me. When you get the money, you follow me out, and we'll go our separate ways. But you said no money, and I wouldn't give it. ”

Hou Chen Yu nodded coldly.

Waiting is always long... Hou Chen Yu Ching doesn't know what to say to this man, feels unusually embarrassed, and is in this environment all the more uneasy - yet she dares not walk away easily.

She took out her phone and looked at it and found that it was long gone... the charger was still there, but she didn't know where to charge it.

“You... you're in luck.” Hou Chen Yucoln was still too scared. She was scared that the rich ladies would see that she had nothing to do with this man and came straight up.

I'm even more afraid that if these millionaire wives' students get stuck in front of each other, this man will ignore the trouble and not take himself away - just find something to talk about.

Even if it's just not a word, at least don't look like you don't know each other.

“Luck?” After listening, Liu Zixing shook his head and sneered: “If I said that I used all my future luck today, after today, I might die on the street because of bad luck, believe me? ”

Hou Chen Yu shook his head coldly... this man gave her a very strange feeling - not a heartbeat feeling, but a feeling of a homeless wretch.

People who are already overnight wealthy and have money that no one else can earn in their lifetime… but look so pathetic.

“I don't believe it myself.” Liu Zixing laughed at himself, "but that's the truth. ”

“Don't be so pessimistic.” Hou Chen Yu shook his head, “How can you die? ”

“Would it be strange to die crosswise? ”

Liu Zixing bluntly said: "The world's population is too large, and anything that is impossible is magnified to this horrible base, and the odds are just as magnified. Let's not say anything else, I saw a news story a few years ago, and you might not believe it, there was a father and son, who had just eaten home from Grandma and Grandpa, and on the way, as a father, he got out of the car and went to the convenience store next door to buy something to amuse the kids, who stayed in the car because of the inconvenience of their movements. Unexpectedly, in just a few minutes, the father was hit by a drunk driver when he walked across the street with a green light. As a result, the father was taken to the hospital for rescue, but the child was unknown and eventually suffocated alive in the car. You said that the bored child was already miserable, but eventually he died of misfortune, and the world didn't give him any warmth. Is that sad enough? Isn't that what happens? So if I'm gonna die tomorrow, what's so strange? Are you... what's wrong, uncomfortable? ”

Liu Zixing found this woman who had just helped herself draw cards, suddenly lowered her head, her lips tight and her face pale.

“No... I...” Hou Chen Yu shook his head and took a deep breath, smiling strongly: “I just feel you... you're right. ”

“Are you the mother of that child?” Liu Zixing said coldly.

Hou Chen Yucold suddenly looked up at each other incredibly and subconsciously said: “You, you already knew? ”

Liu Zixing shook his head: “I guess, I guess everything is accurate today, believe it or not? ”

As if he was afraid that Hou Chen Yucoln would not believe it, Liu Zixing picked up a card from the side that he had not yet taken away, and pulled out a card, “Q. of Spades. ”

He flipped it, like he said, and the sign that flipped it directly showed it was the Q of spades.

He shouted a number before he turned the card, and then verified his correctness time and time again - like, he already knew what was going to come out.

“This...” Hou Chen Yucoln had a hard time imagining this happening, but her instincts told her that they didn't tell any lies, "So... guess my name? ”

“I can't guess that.” Liu Zixing shook his head, "there were only 52 cards, I should have had enough luck. But the combination of names is endless, and I'm afraid my luck is not enough. As for just saying guess, just look at you, just move in your heart. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, don't mind. ”

“No, nothing.” Hou Chen Yu shook his head with a shake of cold, "he said.“ It's been a long time. ”

Liu Zixing nodded and looked at one of the front casino doors and suddenly said: "Get ready and leave with me as soon as I get the money. If I had a hunch, someone was already waiting for me outside. ”

“You mean... the casino guy?” Hou Chen Yu was shocked.

“Not necessarily.” Liu Zixing smiled softly: “I am a rotten man. In order to gamble money, my family died, even my closest mother would sever my relationship and rush me away. It's normal to have more enemies. ”

“But you...” What else is Hou Chen Yuxian going to say?

Liu Zixing stood up - Casino advisor Jie had already walked in front of him with a check.

She looked at Liu Zixing silently... if she had already said these words, why did she come to this place to gamble again?

“Welcome next time, next time I won't lose to you again.” Jie smiled.

As if the money lost was only a small amount.

Liu Zixing silently took the check, and then a cell phone checked his account and found that the other part of the money had arrived. He looked at Jie and bluntly said: “I'm afraid this is my last bet. ”

Jie frowned instantly, "You mean you won't gamble anymore? ”

Such an unbeatable opponent did not make him feel frustrated, but rather aroused the mind he wanted to win. His mood was almost perfect after he left the division... but he couldn't help but shake - anger because of Liu Zixing's words.

“No.” Liu Zixing shook his head: “I said, no more gambling… but I would still bet on something else. ”

“Bet on what?” Jie subconsciously asked.

“The future.”

“The future?”

“Yes.” Liu Zixing nodded, “It's the only thing in my life that I can bet on again. ”

After Liu Zixing finished his speech, he didn't say anything more. He simply prompted Hou Chen Yilian to follow him and then left in front of Ajie.

Ajay had the feeling that he might not meet this strange man in the future, just like his master, the one who called the gambling god, had never seen this opponent again after losing to a man who couldn't even gamble.

He suddenly remembered the last thing the master said before leaving the division: there are no best gamblers in the world, but there must be the strongest gamblers - people who dare to gamble with destiny, leverage their lives, and finally win by half.

“I lost. ”

The young gambling master, quietly admitted to losing. He has not yet had the courage to challenge his own destiny and future.

……

……

Easy carousel, stirrups.

Shaken, volatile banyan shadows and early winter cold winds.

A swing was also installed on the small sand pool, and the bamboo groves and the little lu sat on adjacent swing boards.

This is just a very simple Tiramisu piece, a small piece just the size of Lulu's palm.

After sitting down, Xiaolu did not say a word, but was cautious, and the land was rare and heavy. He could not help but cut a little bit with a fork and put it in the entrance.

It took a long time, it took a long time to taste it, before I was willing to cut out a little bit more with a fork, the world's most precious flavor, as if it had been concentrated on this little tiramisuche.

I'm afraid this will make the cake maker feel the happiest and most satisfied way to eat.

Bamboo Forest did not ask how the wound on Xiaolu's face came about, nor did she ask why she was sitting on the stairs downstairs crying secretly, even if she saw that her clothes were a little messy, nor did she ask - Xiaolu did not speak voluntarily.

There are things that people don't want to know —— this is what Takemori just said for a short while: just a short while ago, in the hot pot store, he told Lulu once.

At 11: 37 p.m., he was here to accompany Xiaolu for more than 10 minutes, until 12: 00 and 23 minutes.

This time in the future is like clouds over the night, unable to know the next second of these clouds.

“Well... I can't take it anymore.” Xiaolu suddenly stopped and reloaded the rest of the cake into the box, looking at the bamboo forest, softly said: “If this box could stop for a year, it would be so good… next year, this time, I could open it. ”

Younger girls have such absurd and wonderful fantasies in their hearts.

But the bamboo forest is no longer young, and even if he knew at this time, he might be able to make something more impressive in the heart of the girl.

Not maybe, but knowingly, because he had love, knowing where the nutrients it needed to develop came from.

The girl is now waiting for him to say something like this, staring deeply —— just like when she was filming the ad, the role of the first love sink in the show.

The pale lips didn't have the same lipstick applied as they did during the shooting, but the sweet cherry flavor was preserved as well... perhaps now the Tiramisu scent is mixed.

How sweet would that taste?

Instead, the bamboo forest closed its eyes, but it was unimaginable.

“It's like a bear in spring.” The bamboo forest suddenly said something while opening his eyes.

Xiaolu's eyes were puzzled.

"The Norwegian Forest," said Bamboo Forest with a smile. Like, like a bear in the spring. ”

“Why a bear?” Xiaolu asked consciously.

The bamboo forest looked up at the clouds above it, as if to keep it scattered as if it were a bear, and said: “In the spring wilderness, hundreds of flowers are flowering, bird language floral scent, you walk alone on the hillside, opposite a furry, black and white staggered bear comes. It sat in front of you foolishly, blinking at you, and you hugged it and rolled down the soft hillside. You don't hurt because the bear is soft, because the grass and soil are also soft. You're covered in grass scraps and wild chrysanthemum petals. You don't have to think about anything right now, you're feeling comfortable... Don't you like it? ”

“Like it." Xiaolu said softly, closing his eyes.

“That's what I used to copy, to chase my current wife's.” The bamboo forest instantly interrupted Xiaolu's fantasy.

She opened her eyes, surprised and lost, and a bit of something that she couldn't see through the bamboo forest: everything was telling, surprised that at this time he would... refuse.

“Do you... love your wife?” Xiaolu asked with hesitation.

“How can I not love her?” Bamboo Forest asks back.

Instead of speaking, Xiaolu opened the box and quietly ate the tiramisu under him, then stood up from the swing bench and turned his back towards the bamboo forest, standing tall and seemingly ready for something.

And she took a deep breath, "Can I sing? ”

“Birthday song? ”

At this moment, Bamboo Forest also thought of this song that should be sung. But Xiaolu shook his head gently and lowered his voice: “A former bard wrote me a song...”

The bamboo forest was stunned, seemed not to hear clearly, but Lu suddenly opened his hands, like a swan spreading its wings, spinning, jumping, spinning, jumping, dwarfed.

- Are you going to Scarborough Market?

- Coriander, sage, rosemary and thyme

Say hello to a girl over there, please.

She was my true love.

- Ask her to make me a linen shirt...

She closed her eyes and let Buddha go blind... never stop.

The surrounding winter landscape seemed to retreat into late autumn, and Shawther's autumn breeze pinched the smell of hay across the endless wilderness, like a barefoot vagrant dancer, awaiting her return.

This is not any version that Bamboo Forest is familiar with.

He inadvertently banished his mind over this wasteland and forgot all about it.

Seems like she really came to this lonely dancer and became her homecoming.

Gently, he heard the dancer calling.

“My birthday wish, hoping to find someone I like, to be with him all the time, to have a lovely child with him... can you help me fulfill this wish? ”

The bamboo forest slowly appealed, and suddenly the mind became hot, and the male instinct was like a volcano that had accumulated for years.

He stood up, “I'm sorry, I'm going home. ”

……

When the car parked outside the small park started and directly drove away, it also seemed unwilling to stay for a moment, knowing that Lu sat alone on the swing bench.

The bamboo forest next to it was sitting in an empty box filled with tiramisu.

She seemed a little distracted and then subconsciously raised her palm, only to see a white card slowly appearing on her palm.

And then the white cards, instantly and completely shattered —— the white cards representing the Golden Lord will shatter when the Golden Lord temporarily shatters all trading possibilities.

At least, in a short period of time, the corresponding Golden Master's heart is almost perfect, or he feels he has the ability to do what he wants.

“Oh, you guys were here! What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Just slap you, and you're gone! Forgot who your dad is... Huh? Where are the people?”

A shadow rushed into the small park at this time, and the fierce beard was still in his face. He looked middle-aged, but could only see Xiaolu sitting alone in this place.

He walked into Xiaolu's side, curious: "Sister 18, didn't you say to come on time at 12: 00? ”

“No need.” ‘Xiaolu' glanced softly, "go play yourself, this mission failed. ”

“What?”

The evil middle-aged man of the fierce god gradually faded in surprise... this is Dae-chul.

A dark fog gushed out of ‘Xiaolu', and the next second she was wearing a black robe again, as if Xiaolu were once again hiding in the invisible dark fog forever.

She disappeared in front of Dae-chul and disappeared.

Go... play?

Play what?

……

……

“Well... give me this part. Yes, mark this part of the 7. ”

In the club, the owner of Lo, who was obsessed with assembling a newly ordered Christmas tree, extended his palm at this point, and shortly afterwards the maid delivered the necessary parts directly to him.

“Almost done.” Night looks forward to looking at the almost finished Christmas tree.

At this point, a black smoke slowly poured in the doors of the club. "" On the 18th, you're here, "said Rochu. Come on, let's spell the tree. We're almost done. ”

“Yes.” The 18th nodded, respectfully walking to the owner of Lo Qiu, and at the direction of Lo Qiu, hung a decorative item on the upper level of the Christmas tree.

Hanging on, whispering on the 18th: “Master, my men... this time the white card you approved is broken. ”

“Well... bring me something over there.” Rochu pointed finger.

The 18th hurried to fetch the stuff. After Lochu was loaded, he took two steps backwards - the Christmas tree was fully loaded.

Boss Lo gauged the tree with satisfaction and asked, "How do you feel? ”

Subconscious 18: “Subordinates… subordinates rely too much on the ability of ‘dreams of the past', although they have always been unfavourable, but instead ignore the basic abilities of the Dark Soul Messenger. Once… once you encounter the Golden Lord who cannot use the 'Dream of the Past’, I'm afraid your subordinates are not as good as a new person, your subordinates should wake up. ”

“I'm talking about this Christmas tree.” Lochu shook his head.

The 18th raised his head, “This… is the master's hand-fitted, naturally the best. ”

Rochu shook his head and said softly: "Of course it's the best, but not because I'm pretending... but because I'm pretending to be. ”

He walked up to the counter and started messing with the liquor mixer under the auspices of Yu Night, “Doesn't it feel perfect to do what you do? ”

Number 18, if you think about it.

“Can I get you something to drink before you go?” Rochu asked with a smile.

“Well... you're welcome.” The 18th tone relaxed, “Honey Bar. ”

Lochu smiled slightly, "Okay, hold on. ”

The new boss, much better than the last one... realized under the 18th.