"Won?" Ling Qingyu picked her eyebrows and looked at Jiao Ning in surprise. She had heard that there would be some gambling competitions in this club, but she should have told Jiao Ning that these people are newcomers and haven't touched guns?

"Yes, Mr. Yang and Mr. Meng are too powerful. They even win hearts and send ten rings." Jiao Ning laughed, thinking that he still had to ask the old friend who introduced them, what was the origin of these people?

"Really? So powerful?" Ling Qingyu smiled and took Yang Zhao's arm and said to Jiao Ning, "I opened a card here. When they come in the future, I'll trouble boss Jiao to take care of them."

Jiao Ning said with a smile, "I can't wait!"

After the car left for a while, Yang Zhao stopped the car at the roadside and asked Yan San behind, "where are Yan Qi and Ying Jiu?"

"I'm going to stick." Yan San hugged Ling Qingyu, who was searching the restaurant online with her mobile phone, and said casually.

Looking at Yan San in the rearview mirror, Yang Zhao tapped his hand on the steering wheel and said, "Qingyu, are there any other people?"

Ling Qingyu raised her head and looked at them. Seeing the look on their faces, she sighed: "don't be so nervous. Really, you should believe your wife. Everyone loves flowers and flowers bloom. It's not so annoying!"

"So, it's still the Shu family, right?" Yan San said faintly. He had asked process Jia and knew what the two people said, just like what the people in the box in the bar said. I'm afraid these rumors came from the Shu family.

"OK, don't think so much. Come and help me. What would you like to eat in the evening? Sichuan food? Hunan food or Guangdong food?" Ling Qingyu showed the mobile phone to the two people and asked.

"We can eat whatever you want." Yang Zhao laughed. From the rearview mirror, Yan Qi and Ying Jiu grabbed up from under the subgrade and got on the car behind them. They started the car and said, "but decide quickly."

"Ah, it's time to go downtown. Zhao, I'll drive."

"No, just show me the way. Come in front."

Lingqingyu's apartment in Shanghai is located in Gubei. The two bedroom and two living room is big enough for her to live alone, but thirteen people can't fill it. She asked her assistant to book a room in the hotel early in the morning, then called the real estate sales, and only went to see the house when she came back, so the final place for dinner was in the hotel.

The hotel booked Jinmao Junyue, and Ling Qingyu was told that there were not so many rooms on the same floor. Finally, he had to ask for 10 rooms on the administrative floor.

Although it was the first time to see such a splendid place, the men were just curious in their eyes, but their behavior was not obvious at all. When Ling Qingyu went through the accommodation formalities, they looked at all the details casually but without missing.

All of them, regardless of their physical appearance and temperament, are extremely excellent. Gathering together is like a spotlight, especially Ye Xi and Su mu. Their publicized beauty makes passers-by look at them unconsciously.

Ling Qingyu ordered ten rooms and paid for ten days at a time, and asked the lobby manager to come directly to help. The procedures were directly simplified. After the hotel manager took people up directly, a young woman saw that the lady she was accompanying had followed the young man who was not as beautiful as human beings in her eyes, quietly got up, called the waiter, and asked, "who are those people?"

"Miss Zhong," the waiter said very respectfully, "it's Miss Ling's guest."

Miss Ling? Zhong chufei frowned slightly and asked, "what is Miss Ling?" Among the rich people she knows, she has never heard of anyone surnamed Ling.

The waiter still respectfully said, "just miss Ling."

Zhong chufei knew it clearly. He was afraid that he didn't know where he came from. He just had some money, so he came to show off.

"Check it." He whispered to the assistant standing behind him. Zhong chufei sat back beside the lady and saw two young girls in their twenties and jewels coming out of the elevator. She laughed and said, "Miss Rong, here we are. Let's go to dinner."

auzw. Among the ten rooms booked, Meng Su and he Li lived in one room, and Ying Jiu and Ying 13 lived in one room. After the manager left, Ling Qingyu made a brief introduction to them one by one, and then found that these people were absorbing knowledge for fear of not sleeping during this period of time. She was just a little, and they could basically understand it.

The gap of a thousand years... It is estimated that it will not be long before they completely lose it

Lingqingyu finds that she has a sense of superiority. She is afraid that in the end, there is only money left. No, even making money may not be left.

"Don't you mean to invite us to eat delicious food?" Zhao Yinfeng hugged her shoulder and frowned.

"Yes, eat!" With 200000 cash in hand, Ling Qingyu took a group of men who changed clothes to the Shanghai restaurant of Jinmao club on the 86th floor.

Fortunately, I have been here for several times, and I fainted if I didn't transfer to the elevator. They were too many to take one. Meng Suye asked the waiter about eleven people and walked directly from the stairs. When Ling Qingyu changed the elevator and arrived, they also happened to arrive.

The restaurant is located on the 86th floor, with a panoramic view of the bright night scenery of Shanghai. After entering the box, Ling Qingyu ordered. The men stood in front of the French window and looked at what she said, her world.

Beautiful, gorgeous, prosperous, the lights flow like a rainbow, and the sky is reflected brightly.

"Want to drink?"

"Yes!" "No!" "Let's drink, don't!" Lingqingyu asked, and most of the men turned around and shouted.

Zhao Yinfeng stepped in front of her with a few big steps and said with a smile, "we also want to celebrate. It's okay, drink! I'll take it tonight!"

Lingqingyu shrank back unconsciously. Are you holding it? I'll never dare to drink if you say so!

"How about two jars of burning knives? How dare Yang Zhao fight?" Zhao Yinfeng said to the waiter and looked at Yang Zhaodao.

"Fight your head! There's no such thing as burning knives here!" Taking the menu book and tapping it on his head, Ling Qingyu turned back and said to the waiter, "four bottles of red wine."

"Yes," the waiter said with a smile, "we also have Laobaigan here. And yellow rice wine, madam, do you want to try it?"

Yellow Wine? Ling Qingyu looked at Cheng Jia and asked, "would you like some? It's good to boil plum with yellow rice wine."

"Why only care about him? Let's have some fun with our friends, old Baigan, right? Let's have two jars." As soon as Zhao Yinfeng finished speaking, Ling Qingyu followed him and said, "don't listen to him. Come to five bottles first."

"OK, I'll serve it now?" The waiter still asked with a good smile.

"Well, let's go." With a reply, Ling Qingyu walked between Yan San and Yang Zhao who waved to her and looked out of the window.

The snowflakes are floating in the air.

They have seen a lot of wind and snow in the north, but they have not seen this kind. Unconsciously, they gathered in front of the window and looked at the feathered snowflakes, reflected by the light, falling into the lights below, floating, fine and silent.

"If we had known it would snow, we wouldn't be in such a hurry to come back. We should go to see Mei first." Ling Qingyu sighed softly, and then printed a kiss on one side of his cheek.

"Don't worry." Yan San and Yang Zhao said at the same time, and then looked at each other and smiled faintly.

Yes, don't worry.