So jealous

The fourth round began, and the three of them took it seriously.

However, it was obvious that he didn't have the strength to do so.

On the surface, they were talking and laughing, but in the dark, there were turbulent undercurrents.

Wen Qiao maintained the rule of winning three rounds and losing one round, and for the one round she lost, it was obvious that she deliberately went easy on them, as if she didn't want to embarrass her brothers.

She was obviously in control of the rhythm of the game, but she wasn't entirely focused on counting the cards. She was still observing the micro-expressions and some movements of the four people.

He killed his brothers with ease.

The way the three of them looked at Wen Qiao was obviously different from the beginning. This girl's mathematical talent was not inferior to young master's.

This couple was really scary.

After playing more than ten rounds, the three of them kept losing. They had more chips on their hands, so Fu Nanli bowed his head and told Wen Qiao, " "You won 200000 Yuan in one night,"

Wen Qiao:

It was so easy to earn money from rich people.

She wasn't here to play cards, so she reached out to rub her shoulders. Fu Nanli said indifferently, " "She's tired, so she's not playing anymore."

"Alright, alright, alright."

Money was a small matter, but being crushed by a girl in all aspects and losing face was a big matter.

Wen Qiao left Fu Nanli behind and walked to the bar counter. She ordered a few glasses of wine and brought them to the table enthusiastically, giving them to her older brothers who had lost money to her.

Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes at Wen Qiao, his slender fingers caressing the chips in his hand.

Wen Qiao picked up the wine glasses from the silver tray and served them to her brothers one by one.

Fu Chuan was the last one to send her off.

This person was Wen Qiao's main suspect.

That day in the hospital corridor, although she had heard him speak, the noise was too loud, and it was really difficult to distinguish which one of them it was.

Fu Chuan was a man of few words and looked rather gloomy.

When Wen Qiao passed the glass of wine to him, she deliberately tilted her hand and the entire glass of wine spilled onto Fu Chuan's arm.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

As Wen Qiao apologized, she reached out to help him roll up his sleeves.

"It's okay, I'll just wipe it," Fu Chuan said.

Fu Nanli's face was ashen. He grabbed Wen Qiao's wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Wen Qiao's eyes were still locked on Fu Chuan, and she even reached out to help him roll up his sleeves. The fu brothers were so enthusiastic that they looked flustered.

Fu Cheng took the tissue and went over.

Fu Chuan took the tissue and wiped his sleeves, but he didn't roll them up as Wen Qiao had hoped.

Wen Qiao's brows were tightly furrowed, not noticing that the man's face had already sunk to the bottom.

"Fu Huaiyuan, is little Wen as good at math as our young master? did she go to college?" Which university is he in?"

Wen Qiao smiled. in the Music Academy. Mathematics is just a hobby.  

With her academic results, she could also enter the top universities in the country. However, she loved music and wanted to clear the name of the folk music that Xu Lu, Zhao Tong, and the others looked down on. So, she had to go to Central Conservatory of Music.

Fu huaiming tugged at his brother. The young master's expression was clearly not good, and he seemed to mind that they had taken up too much of the young lady's time.

"Let's go to the boxing Hall to play."

Wen Qiao got up and wanted to follow, but she was a little unwilling to give up before she could find out who had the tattoo.

She was pulled back by the man, and his voice came into her ear, " "You're not allowed to go anywhere, just stay here."

A few of his cousins had already left in a hurry.

Wen Qiao turned around and met a pair of gloomy eyes. Her heart trembled. Why was he unhappy?

"What's wrong with you?"

In front of Fu Nanli, Wen Qiao had always been gentle, keeping away all her sharp claws.

"nothing much."

His tone was light, and his slender fingers casually played with the chips in his hand. The words 'I'm not happy, but you have to find out yourself' were clearly written in his eyes.

With Wen Qiao's carefree personality, she couldn't detect the jealousy in the man before her.

"That's good." She said.

Fu Nanli's expression darkened even more.

Wen Qiao felt a little helpless. Why was he always so easily angered? He didn't provoke him!