Chapter 8 What is Noble Air!

  Who would have thought that Qin Luoshui only pulled open the belt head and then slowly tightened it in their eager anticipation.

  Seeing their unfulfilled and puzzled expressions, a certain man raised an eyebrow and said: "Oh, forgot, gotta look at the bottom part, haven't lost to the point of taking off pants yet, how about we sit down and play a few more rounds?"

  "Agree with him, agree with him!"

  Sasha excitedly patted the table and shouted at Sang Hong.

  Wang Yi also held her tightly and shook her, her urgent appearance was self-evident.

  Even Lian Pangzi was no exception, excited to the point of shining eyes, but he didn't dare to be so blatant. This guy who had always been bullied and never thought of turning over, actually had a day when he lost his pants. For a moment, he still felt unreal, with this powerful material, would he have some status among those brothers?

  Obviously Qin Luoshui is a troublemaker, this guy's figure can kill both men and women.

  Her face flushed with shame, her body burning with fever, she had never been so tempted and provoked before, for a moment her mouth was dry and her tongue was tied, and she burst out in anger!

  Her blood rushed up, her mouth opened just about to agree, and her small hand instinctively covered it - damn, if she dared to respond, could she still leave tonight?

  If you break your own rules, others will do as they please.

  She shook her head hard, but deep down she couldn't help feeling a pang of regret - this demon's figure was really good, better than the plaster cast of David in their art class, just look at that glow, that texture, and just now her little fingers were about to touch it.

  Unfortunately, she didn't have the guts. In her heart, she was both excited and tempted - to watch or not to watch, that's a big problem - after all, this kind of thing is circulating around, if she dared to speak up for two more rounds, they would dare to say something that would make her accompany them until dawn.

  Alas, enchanting alas——

  Finally, Sang Hong let out a sigh of frustration and shook her head, slapping the table as she stood up. Her tone was unnatural: "Luck won't always be on my side, knowing when to stop is my strong point; besides, if Dad found out I gambled away money and even made a guy take off his clothes, I'd be dead meat!"

  Zhang pitifully handed a dozen silver coins to Wang Jinhua.

  "Aunt Wang, this is the capital you lent me, thank you."

  After finishing, she turned her head sideways, and her eyes slid down Qin Luoshui's face, intentionally poking her head forward as if to see the abdominal muscles below his belt. Only then did she lick her lips with a lingering aftertaste, saying, "Wanting to watch further isn't difficult for you two, continue on your own, I'm leaving."

  "Hong, you're really not being a good sister, how can you bear to leave such a great opportunity? We two, we two can't compare to you! All that's left is for us to be taken advantage of by this guy!" Sasha tried her best to persuade.

  Xiang Hong pressed the table with her hand, bent down and said to the woman who was colluding with the other two at the gambling table, "You dare not win, not can't win!"

  The words were not loud, but they shook Sasha so thoroughly that she couldn't say a word.

  He finished speaking and nodded at the crowd with an inexplicable expression, waving the banknotes in his hand, saying "Thanks everyone, goodnight!"

  "Honghong, this is what Auntie gave you, why did you give it back to me?" Wang Jin Hua was stunned for a moment and wanted to chase after her to return it.

  Xiang Hong walked out without looking back and waved her hand: "Thank you, Aunt Wang, we've been waiting for your reward for too long."

  As the door slammed shut behind her, the warm atmosphere that had previously filled the room seemed to have been taken away with her, no longer existing.

  Wang Jinhua withdrew her outstretched arm, turned her head, glanced at Qin Luoshui's knife-like gaze, and sat back on the sofa with a serious expression.

  "This girl has always been like this, Qin Shao, you have to be patient with her."

  "What else can I do? Tonight was quite enjoyable, who is this girl, she's really interesting." Qin Luoshui seemed to be in a good mood, putting on his shirt while casually asking.

  The fat man patted the woman beside him, Sasha knew they were going to talk about serious matters, and she tactfully slipped away.

  As soon as he saw the door of the private room closed tightly, he smiled complacently and said:

  "Brother, you don't know, she's actually Wang Jie's adopted daughter. You saw her tonight, this appearance, this courage, these skills... haha, the key is that she's clean! Look at those pure little eyes, how about it? Is there a chance?"

  Qin Luoshui raised his finger and pinched his chin, with a hint of inscrutable darkness in his eyes.

  Wang Jinhua hastily chimed in, "Qin Shao, with a contract of this magnitude, once it's signed, you'll be the benefactor of the entire A City industry. And isn't that high-ranking military officer an old friend of yours? I heard he's still single..."

  Qin Luoshui's eyes swept towards her, and she let out a cold laugh: "Give up your thoughts of climbing high branches, he's single, will his worth be lacking in women?"

  "Hehe, we know that, but why didn't he get married? Is it because he hasn't met a woman who can capture his heart? This girl, although she's having a tough time now, is a rare gem. The blind fortune teller at the entrance of the alley even predicted her fate when she was just a few years old, saying that she would be incredibly wealthy!"

  Wang Jinhua's expression was exaggerated.

  Qin Luoshui suddenly smiled, and with a hint of interest, he teased: "Can't say it's noble? You'd better say it yourself, where does she show her nobility? With that appearance of counting money with shining eyes?"

  King Jinhua slapped her thigh, and a speech that had been carefully crafted long ago flowed out like a mighty river:

  "Qin Shao, don't be deceived by this girl's deliberately shallow appearance. What is true nobility?"

  That's not putting wealth and nobility in one's eyes. Look at this little girl tonight, where has she lost her measure?

  This ten thousand yuan was said to be a reward for her, but she actually returned it to me. A high school student in her early teens, how could an ordinary person not take this money seriously?

  Besides, she's short of money, it's not like she's asking me for a favor tonight, where would she have the spare cash to indulge in this?

  Her card skills are amazing, can you see how she won? Can't figure it out, I sat next to her and still couldn't see!

  But she has a mother at home who is as stingy as a medicine jar, and her gambler father is in financial difficulties. They have used all means to persuade her, but I haven't seen her come here to swindle money with her divine card skills!

  Besides, Mr. Qin, you just sit here like a Buddha, and we'll all fawn over you and try to win you over; can't she see your true identity with her eyes?

  "But she's got the guts to make you lose your clothes, and the timing is just right, making sure you have fun while not feeling embarrassed about yourself. This thoughtful and considerate mind is really something, tsk tsk, have you ever seen a little girl who can be so charmingly annoying?"

  Qin Luoshui listened to her emotional generosity, saying one by one, and also felt that this little girl was not ordinary.

  "Older brother, since you and Song Shuyu are childhood friends, you naturally understand his preferences. You can just give her a few hints on the side, isn't this a done deal? If this girl were to climb up that red high branch, it would be beneficial for us in every way!"

  The fat man quickly helped to harmonize on one side.

  Qin Luoshui thoughtfully stroked his chin with the back of his hand, furrowing his brow in contemplation. A girl like this was clearly not someone he would normally encounter in his social circle. He suddenly felt a faint sense of anticipation - if Song Shuyu, that paralyzed man, were to meet this girl, wouldn't it be interesting to see?

  His fingers drummed lazily on the armrest of the sofa, and those who knew him well understood that he was thinking seriously.