Outright Favoritism Chapter 390: : Shang Shaoyan, can you bring a mask next time?

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The bodyguard blocked the door with a sullen face, looking at the dealer's shy and timid cheeks, and whispered in an insincere, "Brother Chen can be seen by anyone? How long have you been here, and dare to come over and disturb you with such a small matter? , Don’t get out yet."

Tonight, everyone in the casino knows that no one is allowed to go up to the second floor when the distinguished guests are here.

The pure croupier in front of me is afraid that he is tired of his life.

The croupier was stunned by Brother Yong's reprimand, his fingers squeezed in front of him, and his eyes once again looked at the man in front of the table.

She is the iconic dealer of Portuguese Silver. She is pure and charming. Even her voice has been praised as sweet but not greasy.

Why didn't that man just look at her?

Women have natural instincts. The handsome man in a black shirt is afraid that his status is more noble than He Chen, because he dominates He Chen's table games.

If he can be seen by him, maybe he can redeem her in Portuguese silver...

Some ideas may only occur in an instant.

The croupier was still standing at the door reluctantly looking at the direction of the gaming table. At this moment, He Chen, who was sitting with his back behind the door, took a sip of cigarettes between his slender fingers and threw out a few chips. Xian said dumbly, "Ayong, take out her eyes when you look at it again."

He Chen's words made the croupier lowered his head in a panic, hurriedly said "I'm sorry Brother Chen", turned around and ran away.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, He Chen glanced at the man across from him, raised his slender eyebrows, and pursed his lips as he flopped, "You **** come here next time, can you bring a mask?"

Does he not know how attractive his broken face is?

"No." The man was leaning on the table with his arms bent, playing with two chips in his hand, his legs overlapped, and his posture was lazy and comfortable. "Rather than let me wear a mask, it's better to take care of your men."

He Chen sneered, looked at the man with more and more chips, and took a puff of cigarette. "It's **** good to say it."

He twisted his cigarette **** into the ashtray boredly and beckoned in the direction of the door.

The bodyguard came over immediately, "Brother Chen, your orders."

He Chen lowered his head and dusted the soot from his trousers, and snorted outside the door, "Go and see, what's going on downstairs."

Dare to smash the scene on the Portuguese silver site, do you want your life? !

……

Downstairs, He Ao forcibly dispersed the other guests in front of the gaming table.

He pulled a chair and sat beside Li Qiao, looking at her with a careless and fearless look, like a paw scratching him in his heart.

"Beauty, why do you want to see my brother?"

He Ao's tattooed arm still rests on the back of Li Qiao's chair. He is not ugly, especially the long and narrow eyes add a trace of evil to him, even deja vu.

While speaking, the innocent croupier returned to the gaming table with two bottles of mineral water.

It's just that her face is not so good, and the look in Li Qiao's eyes is a little bit more disgusting and resisting.

If she hadn't caused trouble at her gaming table, she wouldn't have been reprimanded by Chen Ge.

There are not many people who know He Ao in the entire underground casino, but there are definitely.

Seeing that he emptied the gaming table and surrounded the back of a girl's chair, many gamblers began to whisper.

"What's the matter with that girl? Does He Ao have a crush on her?"

"Pharaoh was at that table just now, and I heard that the girl was here to look for trouble."

"Fuck, looking for something in Portuguese silver? I think I have a long life?"

"Hey, why are you making a fuss? Pharaoh said that the girl opened her mouth to see He Chen, maybe...I was here for He Chen."

When the words fell, the eyes of the few people met, and they couldn't help showing a dazed expression.

Who doesn't know that He Chen is the king of the underground casino in the west of the city. He has status and means. More importantly, He Chen is extremely handsome. Even if the background is not clean, he still attracts women.

Someone once gave He Chen such an evaluation, the entertainment industry’s face, Ou Bai, was inferior to him when placed in front of him.

These words quickly spread to everyone in the hustle and bustle of casinos.

The bodyguard stood at the top of the stairs, saw the girl next to He Ao, squinted his eyes and took a photo with his phone, and then turned back to the second floor.

He pushed the door in, came to He Chen, whispered a few words in his ear, and then handed over the phone.

He Chen was smoking a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, and his slender fingers pressed the surface of the playing card and opened a corner. He glanced at the screen when he heard the bodyguard, and then his eyes stopped.

Good-looking!

There are countless women who want to get close to him, but this kind of appearance in the photo is one in a thousand.

He Chen is full of interest, biting his cigarette **** and asking vaguely: "Would you like to see me?"

The bodyguard nodded, before speaking, He Chen sneered and said: "Let He Ao take her to the next door, I'll pass in a while."

He Ao is still sitting at the gambling table and chatting with Li Qiao, but the impatience under his eyes can't cover up.

After asking for a long time, I didn't even ask the fart.

He Ao is not a man who loves and cherishes jade. He walks around the casino all the year round, and his dark atmosphere is daunting.

He squeezed the back of the chair behind Li Qiao with his fingers, grinds his teeth, and threatened: "Beauty, don't you tell the truth more, believe it or not I can't make you out of Portuguese silver tonight?"

Li Qiao half-closed her eyes, squinting at him with a gleam, "I don't believe it."

Fuck!

He Ao felt that he was despised, so he scolded and got up to do something to Li Qiao.

Behind him, the sound of footsteps came, and the bodyguard said to He Ao: "Brother Ao, Brother Chen let her go up."

"Huh?" He Ao's tall and straight figure paused, and looked at the bodyguard displeasedly, "My brother knows? Who the **** said?"

The bodyguard didn't say a word, but glanced at the pure croupier in the gaming table, it was obvious.

He Aosui looked at the croupier with a smile, but the coldness shot in her eyes made her start to tremble.

With the order of the bodyguard, He Ao had no choice but to lead Li Qiao to the private gambling hall on the second floor.

And the croupier looked at their back, unhappy and frustrated.

……

In the private lounge, Li Qiao followed He Ao into the door. She didn't say a word from beginning to end, and her expression was calm and unhurried.

It's not like a smashing place, but like the ancestors in this place.

He Ao is also quite convinced. I haven't seen such an arrogant girl in so many years.

Whatever you say today, you have to dig out useful information from her mouth.

In the private room next door, there are only ten chips left on He Chen’s table. He squeezed the cigarette **** tightly with his fingers and stared at the man opposite, "Shang Shaoyan, you **** come here tonight for Won money from my pocket?"

The 200 million chips were all won by him.

It is true that the distinguished man sitting across from He Chen is Shang Yu.

He leaned on the back of his chair, looking at He Chen for a long time, his thick eyebrows raised lightly, and his tone was low and slowly said: "Otherwise? I ask someone to do something, and I always have to get paid."

He Chen laughed angrily, spit out the white mist, sneered with inexhaustible words, "You the **** are kidding me, who are we asking?"

"You, please." The man's finger lightly tapped on the table, his eyes thick and unpredictable.