Jun Jiuling

She said that she came for the second time and made a strange and nervous appearance, but it was a bit more.

This monarch should not be testing her?

Lin Yuer looked at the girl in front of her eyes.

Miss Jun looks calm, her eyes are bright and bright, very clear and not the slightest wave.

No emotions can be seen.

Lin Biao’s hand on the knee grip.

"I am a Yangcheng person. You didn't know when you came last year. People in Yangyun Building are so powerful, Yangcheng people know." She said with a smile.

Miss Jun nodded and rubbed her hand on her lower jaw.

"This is good, I am still worried that Miss Ning can't play without money," she said.

Lin Yier’s glimpse, it was originally asked for this intention, and immediately lost his heart.

This is really not a waste of tongue.

"Oh." She immediately made a nervous look and reached out and grabbed her hand. "What do you want? Let's not play."

Miss Jun’s hand rubbed her jaw and knocked the silver on the table.

"How can I not play, just start," she said casually. "I don't play, how can Miss Ning play?"

Lin Yier was anxious and annoyed.

"Hey, this is not to fight with Zuo Yanzhi in the Golden House. She wants to buy Zhu Xi. If you want to lose more, you have to lose more." She said, "You don't want to make money to buy happiness."

Miss Jun smiled.

“Happy,” she said. “It’s not just money to be able to spend more money.”

Lin Biaoer is more anxious that she is not sensible.

"Oh, that's not your money, it's the money of the family. You are like this, annoyed the Fang family. You are now the daughter-in-law of the Fang family..." she said.

With a bang, Miss Jun put the silver on the table.

"Who am I?" she shouted.

"Mr. Fang Shaomao." Jin Hao, who was sitting quietly behind her, immediately said.

Lin Xiaoer looked stunned and almost sneered in her heart.

"Fangjia's money is my money. I want to use my money to manage other people's things." Miss Jun said, sitting up straight and pulling high, "I want to bet."

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"A nobleman on the 19th is one hundred and two."

When this sentence was reported, the breath in the hall was stagnant for a moment, and I don’t know if it was an illusion. It seems that the music played by the musicians also had a moment of stagnation.

"Is she crazy?"

Ning Yunyan’s girls are stunned.

According to the level of the ear, it is generally used to warm up, everyone thinks that the next one or two and two silver will do.

Even if the pitching pot of this Yunyun Building is more difficult than the daily play, but even the ear can not vote, there is still a face field, of course, except those who are cheeky to ask for money.

The son of the pitcher who was preparing to throw the pot obviously did not expect that the hand holding the bamboo hand would be slightly stunned, and it would appear to the box that made the sound.

But what I can play here is to see the world. This stagnation is only a moment. Immediately afterwards, the betting sounds are connected one after another. It is still a steady 12-2, and there is no bet because of the inability to cross the bar. And messed up until the last one.

"A No. 17 nobleman is one hundred and two."

When you heard another unreasonable bet, everyone calmed down.

It must be a young man or a young lady.

This kind of thing is not common but it has not been seen before.

"Zuo Yanzhi, are you crazy too?"

Ning Yunyan's girls are even more stunned, watching Zuo Yanzhi sitting in the corner.

"The lesson of one hundred and fifty-two Zhu Xi is not enough?"

Zuo Yanzhi holds her hand and hates.

"I don't believe I can't give her a lesson," she said. "Does she think that a trick can bully us all?"

The girls looked at each other and they saw it. Junyi was deliberately betting on them.

"It’s just not going to be her," a girl whispered.

Zuo Yanzhi snorted.

"I am afraid that she will do whatever she wants, and she will not let her be fooled," she said.

Some girls laughed.

"You thought about it the last time," she said.

This made the girls laugh.

Zuo Yanzhi's face turned red.

"She is alone, we are eight people. She is one hundred and two at a time. We eight people are out of one or two at a time. Can't we afford to play? When we lose one hundred and two, she will lose at least. Eight hundred and two, I don't believe that she can't afford to lose this time," she said.

This is the truth, but this method is also a bit stupid, although the other party has suffered a loss, everyone also has to spend money.

The girls looked hesitant.

"I have not been out of the door in the past two months. I have received some red envelopes in the New Year. This time I entered the city in March, my brother also gave me some money." Ning Yunyan said, watching Zuo Yanzhi smile, "You are wronged." In the end, because we are Ningjia, I will give you three hundred and two."

Listening to her speech, Shantou Xiaoyue immediately took out a silver ticket and sent it to Zuo Yanzhi.

The girls in this room all understand.

"In this case, I take one hundred and two."

"I also have me, I am also one hundred and two."

They did not hesitate to open their mouths, rushing to pay for the money, more than two hundred and two, less one hundred and two, in the blink of an eye, Zuo Yanzhi will accumulate more than a thousand two.

Zuo Yanzhi is full of red light and pats the table.

"Today, I have to let Jun Xiao, this little sister lose the pants, let everyone see the grandeur of Fang’s grandmother," she laughed.

This is the vulgar language in the casino. Every day, I listen to my brother’s brothers.

The girls all smiled.

"She won't lose her pants any more, but unfortunately everyone can't see it." Someone laughed.

After all, everyone is a girl, and I think that the scene is blushing and giggling.

Ning Yunyan licked the teacup again and smiled.

Can't lose? That may not be the case, this time it is not just her conscious.

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"Three hundred two!"

Miss Jun said.

The golden **** that originally sat behind her has stood still at the door.

When she heard Miss Jun, she immediately raised her voice.

"A nineteen nobles are bet on three hundred and two."

Lin Xiaoer looked at Miss Jun, who was holding the teacup, and her face was uneasy.

"Hey, I really can't play anymore," she said.

The one hundred and two silvers that were originally placed on the table, and the five hundred and two that were sent later, were gone.

In this way, the amount of money that Miss Jun has invested in has exceeded one thousand two.

And Miss Jun did not stop, but the bet became bigger and bigger.

"The son's skill is very high, still don't play," she continued.

"Superb is good, superb can only play a little more." Miss Jun said carelessly.

Sure enough, her voice fell, and the voice of the waiter came from next door.

"A seventeen nobles are in the middle of four hundred and two."

Miss Jun looked up and looked outside.

“See no,” she said, and Chong Lin’s girl raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Another Zuo Yanzhi, this time is worth more than one hundred and fifty.”

Looking at Miss Wang's proud expression, Lin Biaoer also smiled.

Outside the applause came out at the moment, the original son really won.

Lin Yier sighed.

The applause sounded outside and a new round of betting began.

"A seventeen nobles are five hundred and two ears."

When I heard this voice, Miss Jun made a look at Lin Biaoer’s eyes.

"Six hundred." She said with a smile.

The waiter’s voice was reported.

"But this is too big." Lin Xiaoer sighed uneasy.

"What's big, not just money." Miss Jun said faintly, holding the teacup.

Is it just for money?

These little children are really boring.

One hand reached up and took the teacup in her hand.

Lin Biaoer picked up the teapot to pour tea, but found that the teapot had no water.

"Xianglan, go to a pot of tea," she said.