Outright Favoritism

Chapter 390 Shang Shaoyan, can you bring a mask next time?

The bodyguard blocked the door with a sullen face, looking at the croupier's shy and timid cheeks, and whispered in an ironic tone, "Brother Chen can be seen by anyone? How long have you been here? I dare to come over and disturb you with such a small matter. roll."

Tonight, everyone in the casino knows that no one is allowed to go up to the second floor when the distinguished guests are here.

The innocent croupier in front of him is afraid that he is tired.

The croupier was stunned by Brother Yong's reprimand, his fingers squeezed in front of him, and his eyes looked at the man in front of the table again.

She is the famous dealer of Portuguese silver, she is pure and coquettish, and even her voice has been praised as sweet but not greasy.

Why doesn't that man just look at her?

Women have natural instincts. The handsome man in a black shirt is afraid that his status is more noble than He Chen, because he dominates He Chen's table games.

If he can be seen by him, maybe he can redeem her in Portuguese silver...

Some ideas may only occur in an instant.

The croupier was still standing at the door looking reluctantly at the direction of the gaming table. At this moment, He Chen, who was sitting with his back behind the door, took a sip of the cigarette between his slender fingers and threw out a few chips, his voice sinking. Said dumbly: "A Yong, goug her eyes out when you look again."

He Chen's words made the croupier lowered his head in a panic, hurriedly said "I'm sorry Brother Chen", and turned around as if to escape.

Hearing the closing of the door, He Chen glanced at the man across from him, raised his slender eyebrows, and pursed his lips as he flopped: "You **** come here next time, can you bring a mask?"

Does he not know how attractive his broken face is?

"No." The man put his arms on the table, playing with two chips in his hand, his legs overlapped, and his posture was lazy and comfortable. "Rather than let me wear a mask, it's better to take care of your men."

He Chen sneered, looked at the man with more and more chips, took a puff of cigarette, "It's **** good to say it."

He screwed the cigarette **** into the ashtray boredly and beckoned in the direction of the door.

The bodyguard came over immediately, "Brother Chen, you order."

He Chen lowered his head and dusted the soot from his trousers, and snorted outside the door, "Go and see what's going on downstairs."

Do you dare to smash the scene in Portuguese silver? !

...

Downstairs, He Ao forcibly dispersed other guests in front of the gaming table.

He pulled a chair and sat next to Li Qiao, looking at her with a careless and fearless look, as if there were paws scratching him in his heart.

"Beauty, why do you want to see my brother?"

He Ao's tattooed arm still rests on the back of Li Qiao's chair. He is not ugly, especially the long and narrow eyes add a trace of evil to him, even deja vu.

While talking, the pure croupier returned to the table with two bottles of mineral water.

It's just that her face is not very good, and the look in Li Qiao's eyes is a little bit more disgusting and resisting.

If she hadn't caused trouble at her table, she wouldn't be reprimanded by Chen Ge.

In the entire underground casino, not many people know He Ao, but there are definitely some.

Seeing that he emptied the gaming table and surrounded the back of a girl's chair, many gamblers began to whisper.

"What's the matter with that girl? Does He Ao like her?"

"Lao Wang was at that table just now, and I heard that the girl was here to look for trouble."

"Fuck, looking for something in Portuguese silver? Do you think you have a long life?"

"Hey, why are you all making a fuss? Lao Wang said that the girl would see He Chen with her mouth open, maybe...I was here for He Chen."

When the words fell, the eyes of several people met, and they all showed a daze.

Who doesn't know that He Chen is the king of the underground casino in the west of the city. He has status and means. More importantly, He Chen is extremely handsome. Even if his background is not clean, he still attracts women.

Someone once gave He Chen such an evaluation, the entertainment industry’s face, Ou Bai, was a bit inferior to him.

These words soon spread to everyone in the noisy casino.

The bodyguard stood at the top of the stairs, saw the girl next to He Ao, squinted his eyes and took a photo with his phone, and then turned back to the second floor.

He pushed the door in, came to He Chen, whispered a few words in his ear, and then handed the phone.

With a cigarette dangling from the corner of He Chen's mouth, his slender fingers pressed against the surface of the playing card and opened a corner. He glanced at the screen when he heard the bodyguard, and then his eyes stopped.

good looking!

There are countless women who want to get close to him, but this kind of appearance in the photo is one in a thousand.

He Chen was full of interest, biting his cigarette **** and asking vaguely: "Want to see me?"

The bodyguard nodded, before speaking, He Chen sneered and said, "Let He Ao take her to the next door, and I will be there in a while."

Here, He Ao is still sitting at the gaming table and chatting with Li Qiao, but the impatience in his eyes can no longer cover up.

After asking for a long time, the fart didn't even ask.

He Ao was not a man who pityed and cherished jade. He walked around the casino all the year round, and his sullen atmosphere was daunting.

He squeezed the back of the chair behind Li Qiao with his fingers, grinds his teeth, and threatened: "Beauty, don't you tell the truth more, believe it or not I can't make you out of Portuguese silver tonight?"

Li Qiao half-closed her eyes, staring at him with a lingering light, "I don't believe it."

Fuck!

He Ao felt that he was despised, so he scolded and got up to do something to Li Qiao.

Behind him, the sound of footsteps came, and the bodyguard said to He Ao: "Brother Ao, Brother Chen let her go up."

"Huh?" He Ao had a straight and straight figure, and looked at the bodyguard displeasedly, "My brother knows? Who the **** said?"

The bodyguard didn't say a word, but glanced at the pure croupier inside the gaming table, which was obvious.

He Ao Sui smiled at the croupier, and the coldness shot in her eyes made her tremble.

With the instructions of the bodyguard, He Ao had no choice but to lead Li Qiao to the private gambling hall on the second floor.

And the croupier looked at their back, unhappy and frustrated.

...

In the private lounge, Li Qiao followed He Ao into the door, she didn't say a word from beginning to end, and her expression was calm and unhurried.

It doesn't seem to be here to smash the place, but like the ancestors in this place.

He Ao was also quite convinced. He had never seen such an arrogant girl in so many years.

Whatever you say today, you have to dig out useful news from her mouth.

In the private room next door, there are only ten chips left on He Chen’s table. He squeezed the cigarette **** tightly with his fingers and stared at the man opposite, "Shang Shaoyan, you **** come here tonight to get me Who won money here?"

He won all 200 million chips.

It is true that the distinguished man sitting across from He Chen is Shang Yu.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at He Chen for a while, his thick eyebrows raised lightly, and his tone was low and slowly said, "Otherwise? I ask someone to do things, and I always have to get some reward."

He Chen laughed angrily, spit out the white mist, sneered with indescribable words, "You're **** kidding me, who are we asking?"

"You, please." The man's finger lightly tapped on the table, his eyes deep and unpredictable.

(End of this chapter)