Chapter 7:

Liang Wei urged Mo Yu: "You are clumsy, don't hesitate to pour on Qiao Shao soon!"
"do not."
Qiao Yang refused and said: "It's boring to drink so much. Let's play with others and drink together. What's so fun here? Cards? Dice?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Wei glanced at each other with a few people, secretly snickering in his heart, and said: "Since Shao Qiao has said so, then I must play something to help."
Liang Wei instructed the people around him: "Play San Gong and ask someone to take the dice."
Playing dice?
Qiao Yang is looking for death by himself.
The entire clubhouse belongs to Liang Wei's family, and he is very familiar with the games here.
The few people were tacitly converging with triumphant eyes, but saw Qiao Yang pour all the whiskey in Mo Yu's hand into a few wine glasses on the table.
He took other bottles and opened them one by one. All the empty cups were dumped in disorder, and all the cups filled with wine were pushed into the middle of the table, causing the sound of Dingdingdongdong's back collision.
Liang Wei and the others were dumbfounded: Who can tell which cup of medicine is there?
But it doesn't matter.
Humph, as long as you can't drink it yourself.
Play dice, Qiao Yang, this idiot, don't want to win!
Games start.
Liang Wei and Qiao Yang each took a dice box and shook them.
"open!"
Liang Weisheng was holding the ticket and opened the lid with a smile: 6, 5, 5. The mantissa is 6.
The box cheered and applauded: "Fuck, Brother Liang is so amazing!"
Unless Qiao Yang's mantissa is 7, 8, 9.
Otherwise it is impossible to win.
Qiao Yang smiled faintly, and slowly lifted the lid: The three white points of the black dice in the tray were facing upwards.
"Three three!"
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!" An exclamation sounded.
"Young Master Qiao hit this, right?"
"This is really lucky."
Qiao Yang didn't care at all, raising his chin to signal Liang Wei to drink.
Liang Wei could not confidently look at Qiao Yang's dice, gritting his teeth: "Okay, you are lucky this time."
The shining of the bizarre lights in the box makes it difficult to distinguish the color of the wine in the wine glass. Liang Wei tried to find a wine glass other than the light brown liquid.
Finally found a glass of transparent white wine, and drank it.
Liang Wei put down the wine glass and shouted: "Come again!"
He didn't believe that Qiao Yang's luck would still be so good.
In the second round, the lid opens.
The dice 2,3,4 in Liang Wei's hand. It adds up to 9, the largest mantissa.
"Brother Liang deserves to be my Brother Liang."
"This is the first time I have seen such a big mantissa."
"Fuck, Brother Liang is so bullying."
Although he said that, he looked at Qiao Yang with a good show.
And Liang Wei was even more complacent in the compliments around him: "What about Qiao, come on."
Qiao Yang didn't care much, and opened the lid under the attention of everyone.
Still three three.
"Wow!"
There was an uproar from the box.
"My God, it's really fake!"
"It's really wicked."
"Young Master Qiao opened up today?"
Liang Wei's entire face was a little red because he poured a large glass of high-level liquor into it. He pointed to Qiao Yang's dice and shouted:
"This, how is this possible, how can you..."
The whole person is stubborn with unconfident stubbornness and slightly rising anger.
"Why, can't afford to play?"
Qiao Yang's voice was faint, but it rose slightly.
There was a hint of provocation and contempt in the half-smiling eyes.
Liang Wei exploded like a cat stepped on its tail.
This is the tone of their usual aggressive generals to provoke Qiao Yang.
How dare Qiao Yang!
Why is he!
Liang Wei glared at him, his eyes flushed, and said fiercely: "Okay! Do it again."
He carefully selected a glass of transparent wine and drank it in one go.
Third round: open.
When Qiao Yang opened the lid, the box fell into silence.
Everyone stopped their movements and looked at the three white three dots in the tray in astonishment.
I don't know who missed a word in a low voice: "Fuck! So handsome!"
Then the voice became messy:
"So handsome!"
"Young Master Qiao did this, right?"
"I've never seen anything like this when I played with the Macau Gambling King!"
Only Mo Yu sat quietly beside Qiao Yang, but couldn't hold back the excitement and surprise in his heart.
He quietly looked at the handsome man next to him, watching him casually shaking the dice, watching his posture of winning the ticket...
Mo Yu's eyes sparkled: Why haven't I found him so powerful before!
Liang Wei almost roared out: "You TM play the old man!"
Qiao Yang replied lightly: "This is your dice, handed to me from your hand. How can I play with so many people watching?"
"You! This is impossible!"
Liang Wei stood up fiercely, pointed at him and shouted.
He blushed all over, and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes because of the high concentration of liquor.
Successive losses made him even more angry and hideous.
Mo Yu was so frightened that he was nervous, stretched out his hand and gently pulled the corner of Rajoyang's clothes.
Qiao Yang looked back at him and smiled slightly: "Don't be afraid."
The man raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, revealing a row of neat white teeth, pale red lips, and white skin as warm as jade.
Against the bizarre lights, the whole person seemed to shine with a brilliant light.
Mo Yu looked dumbfounded.
Is he so good-looking and gentle?
Why was it so scared in the first place, because it missed such a good person.
Qiao Yang took a glass of wine from the table and stood up.
Then he stretched his arms around Liang Wei's neck and smiled: "Man, don't you want to bet?"
Said the two people sat down together again.
In the eyes of others, Qiao Yang's movements are very natural, talking like joking, and good buddies circle Liang Wei's neck.
Only Liang Wei knew how hard he was to encircle his arm. He didn't even have a chance to struggle, and fell straight on the sofa.
Can't move.
Liang Wei stiffened and forgot to react.
Obviously everything is set by others, why are they all out of control now. It seemed that after Qiao Yang entered, the whole scene got out of control.
Now even the breathing is controlled by Qiao Yang.
Liang Wei was slightly suffocated by his arm.
Does he know there is a problem in the wine?
No, it is impossible for Qiao Yang to know.
Everyone here wants to see Qiao Yang's jokes, and it is impossible for anyone to tell him the news.
At this time, Qiao Yang brought the wine glass to his mouth, with a raised smile in his voice: "Brother Liang, drink."
Liang Wei's eyes condensed, and his heart jumped: the color of the wine is light brown!
He gritted his teeth and closed his lips, staring at Qiao Yang instinctively, trying to break free of Qiao Yang's arm, in exchange for a more suffocating restraint.
Qiao Yang was very close to him.
The seemingly smiling eyes were gleaming with cold light, and the light flickered.
The angular outlines seem to be soft, but they are shockingly tough.
A low voice came from my ear, murmured like a charm, and terrifying like a poison: "Brother Liang, don't worry, there is nothing in it."
As soon as the voice fell, Liang Wei was like pouring a basin of ice water from the top of his head. At that moment, the heat all over his body after drinking disappeared, in exchange for a biting chill.
Liang Wei's hands and feet were numb and trembling like hypoxia.
he knows!
Qiao Yang knew from the beginning that there was a problem in the wine!
Once again, those dark, shameful thoughts in my heart were stripped alive and exposed to the sun.
Liang Wei was ashamed and angry, and had nowhere to hide.
Qiao Yang?
This is not the Qiao Yang he knew!
Because of suffocation, Liang Wei opened his mouth instinctively, and the glass tilted for an instant, and the cold drink poured into his mouth, bitter and spicy irritating his throat.
With his neck strangled, he could only instinctively swallow the drink that he poured in until the last drop completely flowed out of the bottom of the glass.
Through the transparent glass back, he saw the amazement and fearful eyes of the people present.
The people in the box finally discovered the difference between the two.
Like Liang Wei, they all showed a surprised look that it was hard to believe that things would develop into the current situation.
Qiao Yang finally released Liang Wei.
With a smile still in his eyes, he gently put down the wine glass, picked up the paper on the table and wiped his hands, moving gently and gracefully.
The voice was still soft and bright, rising: "Brother Liang, is it good?"
It is a confident provocation.
Liang Wei gasped and coughed.
Shame, anger, fear, panic, and shock are intertwined with each other, making him wonder how to take Qiao Yang's words.
Just staring at him with red eyes.
After a while, there was a reaction in the box. Someone asked Liang Wei who was coughing quietly: "Is Brother Liang okay?"
Liang Wei's eyes were red, and he roared in a low voice: "Qiao Yang, do you dare to play with me?"
It's just that there is no longer the toughness in the tone, and after careful consideration, there is even a trace of grievance.
"Fuck you?"
Qiao Yang snorted: "Repay you with a peach, Brother Liang, before you want to do anything in the future, use your brain to think more..."
He paused, and his voice went low: "...think about whether you can bear the consequences."
As soon as his voice fell, the box fell into an awkward silence.
When they saw Liang Wei being filled with wine, they almost realized at the same time: Qiao Yang, he knew there was a problem in the wine from the beginning!
Qiao Yang glanced at them lightly, and when he was about to leave, the box door "banged" and kicked open.
Everyone's eyes were attracted to the past.
Who would dare to kick the box door that gathered all the wealthy young masters in City S? Someone was about to get angry, and when they saw the person at the door, they instantly persuaded.
The awkward silence in the box was broken, but it was replaced by another strange silence.
The person sitting closest to the door kept shrinking inward, and his voice was flattering and complacent:
"Joe... Boss Joe. You, why are you here?"
These dull young masters, but usually spend time and drink, bully people based on their family background. But be polite to the circle.
Therefore, they did not dare to face Qiao Yang head-on, but secretly played some shady tricks that made people unable to grasp.
And Qiao Zhen, it was the existence that they had to hide from when they met.
Qiao Zhen ignored these people, just glanced at Liang Wei coldly, and then shouted: "Qiao Yang, come out!"
The moment Qiao Yang was kicked open the door, his whole body froze.
His eyes moistened instantly:...Brother.
He has the memory of the original owner, but he can only want to overlap the memory when he is prompted and sees the person's appearance.
Qiao Zhen---the eldest brother of the original owner.
He looks exactly like Qiao Sheng, his brother.
Qiao Yang suddenly understood the meaning of wearing it here.
In the ear, I seemed to hear my brother's voice before his death: "... Yangyang, don't be sad, I will wait for you in that world."
Qiao Zhen looked at him with a look of disgust: "How long will you stay in this smoky place, come out!"
Qiao Yang stood up fiercely and walked over quickly, with unexpected surprises in his eyes, his voice trembling slightly: "...Brother."
The author has something to say:
Brother is cold.
The second brother Junya.
Liu Wenzhong.
Mo Yu is cute.
Gu Ye... is only a small report.