Just when Yan Zeyang's heart was bleeding, a guest who was familiar with Si Yunshuo shouted loudly:
"Mr. Shuo! Congratulations! I bought 50,000 yuan for the Greek team to win! You have to treat us to this drink, right?"
Si Yunshuo heard this and cursed with a smile:
"Get the hell out of here, I earn money based on my ability, why should I hire you, a bastard!"
After saying that, Si Yunshuo suddenly thought of something again, patted Li Mo's shoulder and said loudly:
"But to be honest, it's not really my ability to win or lose."
"This is my brother, he bought the score! And he only bought this score!"
"Three thousand yuan instantly becomes thirty-two thousand yuan! Are you cool or not?"
"Damn it! Such a dick?"
The guest's eyes widened, and other guests also cast disbelieving glances at Li Mo.
"This guy looks like he's still a student, right? How dare he be so bold as to spend three thousand to buy scores?"
"The important thing is that he won the prize! And he just bought a score and won, what a blessing!"
"Odds of more than ten points! Ah! If only I bought the same thing as him!"
For a moment, those who won money tonight were envious, while those who lost money were beating their chests.
That's the way it is with dog betting, whether you win or lose, you will always regret it later.
If you lose, you will regret that you shouldn't have bought it. If you win, you will regret that you were too timid and bought too little.
There is only one outcome in the end, go all the way to the black and lose everything.
Even Si Yunshuo couldn't help squinting at Li Mo and sighed:
"Hey, it would have been better if I had bought the score with you from the beginning. It was too sloppy."
However, Si Yunshuo was not betting on dogs, nor did he regret not following Li Mo and making less money.
He simply regretted that he missed an opportunity to show off.
If you buy a one-to-zero one for 50,000 yuan, wouldn't it mean that you can brag about it in your circle of friends for a year?
Why! It’s really sloppy!
Guan Yingyi, who was sitting alone, stood up slowly and elegantly pressed the hem of her skirt with her hands.
Now that the game is over, of course she should urge a few people to go home.
A very important thing for women to take care of their skin is to get enough sleep, and this is especially true for her as a goddess.
Although she rarely had the experience of staying up so late, tonight did give her a wonderful experience.
She originally thought that watching football with a group of men would be boring.
But the warm atmosphere at the scene really infected her.
What surprised her even more was that Li Mo actually bought the score and made a huge profit.
Looking back, it seems that the calm and confident look on Li Mo's face when he wanted to buy the score had nothing to do with the little boy's jealous impulse.
'Well, my brother's choice of friends doesn't seem to be a problem. '
Although there was only a passage between them at this time, the emotions on both sides were as intense as ice and fire.
Yan Zeyang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave at the moment, which was worse than death.
Compared with the money he lost, the face he lost now made him feel more embarrassed.
Li Mo used small bets to win big, and easily won 32,000.
But he lost a thousand and two dollars with the goddess.
Although I paid for it myself, the psychological gap from one day to the next is comparable to bungee jumping without a lanyard.
Yan Zeyang was extremely angry and felt as if he had been poisoned by Li Mo all day long.
No matter where he goes, this kid will impersonate him invisibly.
And every time he does it in front of his goddess.
Now he can finally understand how tragic Zhou Yu's last words were when he was angered to death by Zhuge Liang.
This is so damn good!
Alas!
But if Zhou Yu knew that Yan Zeyang was comparing herself to him, he would probably be so angry that he would jump up from the ground.
What's your status as a well-dressed dog? Do you dare to compare with my Gong Jin, the Grand Governor?
Liu Shasha drank the last bit of juice in the cup and suddenly sighed:
"Hey, Xuanxuan, I suddenly realized that watching football is not interesting."
She said this now because she was frustrated because she lost money, even though the money was not paid by her.
It’s like I don’t know which stingy ghost said that:
If you don't find any money when you go out, you have lost it.
When the competition reached an intense stage just now, she actually screamed more fiercely than anyone else.
And her sigh hurt Yan Zeyang's already injured heart even more.
Zhong Yingxuan didn't answer and drank watermelon juice silently.
Compared to her own winning or losing, she was now more surprised that Li Mo could win tens of thousands.
Why did Li Mo's luck become so good instead of chasing him?
This unscientific!
She should be his goddess of luck!
Li Mo here didn't notice Zhong Yingxuan's resentful look at him at all.
No, it should be said that he never thought about looking behind him.
Now he really has a headache when he sees Zhong Yingxuan.
"Xuanxuan, let's go and sleep at my house."
Liu Shasha stood up and thought about going out to find a noodle shop that opened early to eat a bowl of noodle before going home to sleep.
But Zhong Yingxuan shook her head:
"I've been sitting for a long time and my feet are a little numb. Please sit for a while."
"Okay, let's sit down for a while."
Liu Shasha didn't think much and sat down again.
Yan Zeyang didn't care, even if Zhong Yingxuan had to continue sitting for two hours, he was willing.
Nuan Nan licks the dog, nothing more, the main thing is companionship.
But before Liu Shasha could sit down for thirty seconds, Zhong Yingxuan quickly jumped down from the stool.
"Sasha, let's go too."
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"Hey, aren't your feet numb?"
Liu Shasha had a question mark on her head and turned to look at Zhong Yingxuan's legs. When she turned around, she saw that Li Mo and the others had already walked to the door.
She understood instantly.
Your feet are numb, your heart is numb...
Yan Zeyang was not a fool, and he understood the meaning. He instantly felt that his heart had been stabbed again.
Looking at the two people rushing away, Yan Zeyang shouted 'Wait a minute' twice.
Being stubborn, he still wanted to finish showing off the pussy he had buried earlier.
He pretended to be calm and shouted to the waiter to charge his card to show that he was a regular customer here.
But when he turned around, he found that Zhong Yingxuan had already walked out of the bar.
The cold air blew in, cutting Yan Zeyang's body and mind like a blade.
On the midsummer night, the heat was still there, but he felt like his heart had been broken into pieces of ice.
At the door of the bar, Zhong Yingxuan sat on the steps, covering her face and crying miserably.
This ignited Yan Zeyang, who had just come out of despair.
The goddess cried, can't my little heart, which is cracked by ice, still be saved?
"Yingxuan, don't cry, Li Mo is just a bastard, what do you care about him?"
"Come, let me lend you my shoulder to lean on..."
"You go away!"
"I'm leaning on your shoulder, I might as well lean on a telephone pole!"
Click——!
My heart was broken again.
