Endless Pampering Only For You

"Well, start the next round, shuffle and shuffle!"

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't want to play anymore, but she had no choice but to play hard. After everyone had drawn the cards, she drew a random one at the urging of everyone.

Opening at will, she froze when she saw a square three.

"Okay, let's open the card!" Everyone sipped.

Mu Xiaoxiao sighed and turned out her own cards. No need to know that she is definitely the smallest card.

I just didn't expect that the person who became the king was actually Han Yuner who lost in the last round.

Han Yun'er raised a corner of his mouth and smiled, holding Mu Xiaoxiao in a bad mood.

Mu Xiaoxiao's face is a bit stiff. She always thinks that this woman will target her. This is just a chance, so don't hurry up?

Han Yun'er looked at Mu Xiaoxiao's uneasy complexion, and she was so proud of it, **** woman, that I wouldn't kill you!

"Well, I am the king, then I will order you ..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mu Xiaoxiao got on first, reached out, picked up a cup, and drank directly.

Fortunately, this cup is not a big one, but I drank it so that she almost wanted to spit it out, squeezed it down and swallowed it.

"Okay, I'll drink it." She inverted the cup and motioned.

Han Yun'er's expression was a little black, and she gave Mu Xiaoxiao a glance.

The onlookers shouted and applauded, "It's a woman who doesn't want to lose money, enough momentum!"

"Then start the next round!"

Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at Han Yun'er with a slant of Yu Guang. Sure enough, she saw Han Yun's angry look. She smiled proudly and wanted to count me? I won't give you a chance, strangle you!

So the next round started again, Mu Xiaoxiao was agitated and wanted to be the king, so she could fight back Han Yuner.

It's just that this game relies too much on luck. This time Mu Xiaoxiao failed to be the king. Fortunately, she was not a slave. She never thought that the unlucky man was Han Yuner, and Wang was another rich young master.

"Yuner, why are you again? That's fine. I won't embarrass you this time. How about a pole dance on the stage?" Said the rich man with a smile on his face.

Han Yun'er pretended to be twisted, but still went to the front stage, grabbing a boy's shoulder and dancing a short **** dance.

The atmosphere of the audience suddenly boiled, especially the boys, one by one cried.

Han Yuner twisted her waist and returned with an embarrassed expression. She exchanged a look with the people next to her.

At the beginning of the next round, this time the slave was Mu Xiaoxiao.

Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly felt very strange. The only people who played were her and Han Yuner. Why did they lose every time? It always feels like a coincidence.

But she is a person who is willing to gamble to lose, and does not want to be tricked, so she has to drink.

Everyone saw that she was drinking again, but expressed regret, but because she was a small woman, they did not dare to say anything.

The next game, Mu Xiaoxiao lost more.

When he reached the sixth glass, Mu Xiaoxiao hit a wine goblet, and his consciousness was a little confused. He shook his hand and said, "No, I can't drink any more ... I'm going to vomit."

Han Yuner, who was sitting next to her, looked at it with a smile, and gave a glance to the rich young master beside her, and they had a calculation in their eyes.

"I'm sorry to see you drunk like this. It should be so distressed. It's strange. Why did you go out so long and haven't come back? Or, I'll take you upstairs to rest in the room? When I come back, I tell He, tell him to come up to you? "