One sentence made Si Ting, who was still holding back a thin smile, instantly turn cold. Although it was only for a moment, it could still be accurately captured.

But he didn't say anything. He just played with the dice and said nonchalantly: "Qingqing, don't you want to continue playing? It's not because you are afraid of seeing me again."

This is a brilliant way to provoke generals.

But Liao Qingqing still decided to accept this trick and gritted his teeth: "Play, what is there that you don't dare to play?"

So, a new round of mahjong began again.

If the four little girls just met their opponents, Si Ting, who joined now, was able to completely abuse them in a careless manner.

However, Si Ting has been in charge of the Si family's business since he was eighteen years old. When he was fighting wits and making decisions in the mall, the thing they, the little girls, probably discussed the most was whether the clothes and jewelry they bought today were good enough.

Therefore, in superficial contact, everyone will have the illusion that this man has a good temper.

But actually...

It's just that those kittens and puppies are not enough for people like him to take them seriously.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to protect the entire Si family intact during the shopping mall fight between the Qu family and the Zheng family.

After only two laps, the chips in front of Liu Zhenying were visibly bottomed out. Hearing Si Ting say the word "self-touch" again, Liu Zhenying puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction and handed over the chips, his face filled with tears.

He reluctantly counted the remaining chips in front of him.

There are no red ones, only green ones.

She sighed aggrievedly and murmured pitifully: "I obviously thought it was a small win, but now I'm almost losing it all."

Liao Qingqing didn't know how to comfort her. After all, she didn't have many chips left in front of her, so she could only vent her anger on Si Ting: "Young Master Si's family won three families, what? Haven't you won enough?"

"We've almost won."

Si Ting nodded unceremoniously, playing with the chips in one hand and holding his phone in the other, looking as casual as he could: "After all, the person I'm waiting for is almost here."

Who is he waiting for?

Before Liao Qingqing could ask the question, the door panel was pushed open from the outside again.

"Sir, Mr. Hua."

When they saw the person coming, everyone subconsciously said hello.

Qu Xiaojue had just come out of the base. He was wearing a combat uniform under a slightly thicker black woolen coat. However, his natural clothes-hanging figure gave him a relaxed and tough look no matter what he wore.

He walked into the box and immediately saw the little woman sitting in front of the mahjong table. Her long hair fell casually behind her, hiding half of her small face. She could not hide the grievance in her eyes as she called his name, as if she had been hurt.

A bullied child reacts like a supportive parent: "Qu Xiaojue, I lost so miserably."

"Um."

With a low response, Qu Xiaojue completely ignored Si Ting's presence, glanced at the few chips left on the table, sat sideways on the armrest of the chair, and leaned towards her ear, his movements unabashedly intimate:

"It was indeed a miserable loss."

It was okay not to mention it, but when Liu Zhenying was mentioned, he felt even more aggrieved. He bit his lip and complained: "I clearly predicted that I could win, but who would have thought that Cheng Yaojin would show up halfway."

"It's really strange that my Zhenyi sometimes has inaccurate fortune telling."

Qu Xiaojue rubbed her face with his slightly rough fingertips. When she was about to say something, his strong arms directly pulled her into his arms, and the unique aura of his body was so overwhelming.

Come down.
Chapter completed!