I Wish Mo All the Best

A total of four people played cards, and one player lost three.

These people intentionally put water on the silent, stuttering her mind.

However, no matter how the water is released, the silent can lose out.

The three women thought about each other, seeing that Qian Mo was losing all the time, and they couldn't help feeling anxious.

Men's wine table, women's card game, this is the battlefield invisible smoke.

Qian Mo appeared for the first time in the eyes of everyone. They didn't know much about her temper. When she debuted, she still thought that the girl was quite a fan, but how did this card behave like a silly white when she got started? , Hao Wuchengfu?

People gave her water, didn't eat or touch it, and saw that a good hand was playing badly, and some people couldn't sit still.

"Second aunt, don't you play cards?" A woman said.

The woman's husband wanted to call Xiaohei's second uncle, so it would be justified to call Qianmo aunt.

"Well, it's not much fun." Qian Mo pushed the card, sorry, but lost again.

If Xiao Hei is here, he must smirk when he hears her fooling around.

Why did she say that kindly?

At the beginning, the two went abroad together to help sesame oil win the home business, but the last game was quietly played. Whatever the skill of the card, she said that her ability to see people's emotions is used at the poker table, that is Kill the Quartet.

This is to stare and talk nonsense, but she looks so beautiful, and everyone believes what she says.

Everyone looked at their own chips, and then looked at the silent losers who were "candid" and couldn't play anymore.

A smart-looking person stood up, "I don't think Second Aunt would be good at playing this. It's better to go to me. I just got a batch of tea."

Talking quietly, the corner of the mouth rose.

After waiting for so long, finally unable to breathe?

The person speaking was from the fourteenth generation of Yu's family, and it had to be called Qian Mo's second aunt. The fourteenth generation was Qi Zi. The woman's husband, Yu Qixian, was the target of the key observation of Qian Mo.

Mrs. Yu Qixian opened a tea house, and the grade is not low. Her husband was in charge of the purchasing department before. It was a fat shortage. Naturally, there was no shortage of oil and water. Now that Xiaohei came up, the family couldn’t sleep well.

"It's better to go to me than you. I have just introduced a group of technicians." Another Qi Ziyu stood up. Yu Qishu, a woman of Xian Zizi, she worked in the design department of Shi, by the way Opened a beauty salon as a sideline.

The design department is not a big place, but her man is in the second business department, and the husband and wife are not infrequent.

"Sister, I don't like to listen to your words. I asked the second aunt to drink tea. Why did it become "not as good" to go to your mouth?" Mrs. Yu Qixian pointed her needle at Maimang.

The rest of the survivors didn't speak, and it seemed that they had become accustomed to pinch when they met each other.

He smiled quietly, "I came here first, and I don't know what is good. You also know that I came out of a small household. I don't know much about the things of you rich. You might as well give you an idea. ?"

Qian Mo asked the non-speaking family members of Qi Zi generation.

The person who had always watched the lively and unreasonable children was questioned silently, and then looking at the two tit-for-tat people, he immediately calculated.

"Then it is better to drink tea before going to beauty?"

After this man finished speaking, Qian Mo really saw the smugness of Kai Tea House, and there was a trace of resentment in the eyes of Kai Beauty Salon.

Vertical and horizontal technique is used in shopping malls.

Use it quietly and easily.

After playing two cards, she not only saw through the personalities of these people, but also made the interpersonal relationship of the three people clear.

The one in Kaichalou and the one in Kaifa Salon are opposite to each other, but the rest of the non-speaking city house is very deep.

And these three people have one thing in common. Their men over there are all in trouble. Either they are abusing their power or their accounts are unclear. They are all within the scope of the little blackheads.

Qian Mo succeeded in provoke the waves, but his face was still a gentle and ignorant expression, playing a naive girl into three points.

A group of people went to the teahouse. When they passed the yard, they stopped at the teahouse and looked at the motorcycle.

"When did the old man have this hobby, and this car also affected the overall environment, and turned around and asked my son to send him a Harley."

She said it carelessly, but the remaining two had different reactions.

The anti-lip of the beauty salon ridiculed, "How old is the old man? You sent Harley to him. How old are you?" I'm afraid I didn't have any thoughts?"

"That's better than some people's filial piety, and the action is not shown." The teahouse is not willing to be outdone.

These people have been intriguing for a long time, and they have become the habit of laughing at everyone. These words are said with a smile, looking like a joke, there are needles in the sentences, if there is any pointer.

Cheng Fushen, who was watching the two fighting, also said jokingly to Qian Mo, "You see how old they are, and they look like children, making you laugh, but then, the son of Qixian's family is indeed I especially like motorcycles."

This sentence seems to be a joke, but after careful consideration, the last sentence seems to suggest something.

Quietly kept a silly and white smile, "Yeah, I like motorcycles, but I can talk to my men. They all like this feeling of speed."

The quarreling of the two people stopped immediately, writing down the message that Xiao Hei liked the car, and they all ended up with Qian Moba.

"It's really time to have a good chat with my son. He likes mobile phones and motorcycles, but he doesn't see him riding. In his words, this is called playing a car. When Lang has little time to come to my house, he picks whatever he wants."

Attentive to open the teahouse.

"Is it as if someone Lang lacks your eighteen thousand motorcycles?" The beauty salon demolished the stage again, and the teahouse gave her a fierce glance.

"I have collected so many motorcycles, do I need a lot of money?"

After the speech was finished~www.readwn.com~ the atmosphere was embarrassed by honey juice.

I don't know if Qian Mo's sentence was implicit or inadvertent. After all, these companies will be guilty when they will raise money.

"Look, I don't know how much I say this. Grandpa said that your men followed him earlier. There must be some savings for so many years. It's just that my little family has little knowledge, hahaha! "

Qian Mo also said with a smile, everyone could not see whether she was unintentional or intentional, the topic of the car was afraid to say anything.

Achieving this plausible and inexplicable effect, Qian Mo was very satisfied. Of course, she did not ignore the eyes of the woman in the deep city when she looked back at the car.

"Why? Have you seen this car?" Qian Mo asked.

The woman at Chengfushen nodded, then shook her head immediately, "I haven't seen it."

From the professional perspective of this profession, this is a typical guilty conscience.

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