Chapter 256: Poke the eyes of men

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The moment you stepped into the club, Lan Youyou's beautiful Liu Mei frowned.
Obviously, she didn't like the dark place. And those stinky men who made her want to poke their eyes at first glance!
As for the group of prostitutes, Lan Youyou can't wait to tear off the poor covering on them.
Lan Youyou also hoped that Feng Xinglang would take her to a quiet place, only the two of them, whether luxurious or humble, as long as they could spend the night with him.
Feeling Lan Youyou's unpleasant mood, and having the resistance to retreat, Feng Xinglang probed the long arm and gently passed her waist.
"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"
"Feng Xinglang, why are you bringing me here? You know I don't like this kind of dirty place!"
Even if Lan Youyou is angry, don't have her glamorous side.
"Why is this place dirty? Even if it's not very clean, it's a good night club! You Miss Lan Youyou has been playing piano in a night club for more than half a month! Why didn't you abandon the night club's dirty Dirty? "
Feng Xinglang smiled coldly. He reminded Lan Youyou anytime, anywhere: you still owe my brother's blood debt!
Lan Youyou's delicate face instantly condensed. She knew that Feng Xinglang hated her, but was alarmed that Feng Xinglang hated her so much anytime, anywhere! As long as she is with her, it seems to be full of hatred!
"Okay, let's make some supper money and leave! Be good!"
Seeing the woman's obedient calm down, Feng Xinglang coaxed Lan Youyou and walked inside with her waist.
The waiter greeted him and Feng Xinglang delivered the luggage in his hand freely.
"A box full of dollars! I have never seen so much money before? Go and exchange for this uncle for chips!"
Feng Xinglang is of course acting. I look like an uncle!
He interpreted the rich second generation of an upstart household. Perhaps he had only one purpose, which attracted the attention of others.
The waiters just smiled professionally: they deal with money every day. For a little money, it will be enough for the next two bets.
But the one who comes is God. They will not feel poor and love the rich. Not at least on the surface.
Fengxing Langhuan watched a circle, playing cards, dice, roulette, various instruments are turning; exclamations, sighs, cheers, women's screams, men's roar, and so on, Staggered together, a rotten atmosphere of money piled up.
Feng Xinglang saw the Italian! He was surrounded by three people, far or near.
One of the pestles against the wall was like a telephone pole. The two fools who do not squint, have a fight with Cong Gang! It should be the professional killer in Ye Shinian's mouth.
Feng Xing embraced Lan Youyou's waist, and walked towards Italy.
The waiter followed, carrying the redeemed chips.
In fact, the suitcase that Feng Xinglang passed was empty. Only the props for acting. But the waiter's chips on the plate are considerable, and it looks like there are as many as 20-30 million.
"Uncle Ben deserves you! Play with you!"
Uncle Feng Xinglang pushed out two million chips.
Playing stud. It's simple and convenient. And the rules of the game are simple.
Comparison of hand types: Flush> Fourth> Fulhouse> Flush> Straight> Three> Second Pair> Single Pair> Scatter.
Digital comparison: A> K> Q> J> 10> 9> 8> 7> 6> 5> 4> 3> 2
Fancy Comparison: Spades> Red Hearts> Grass Flowers> Cubes
To play this game well, you need good memory, comprehensive judgment, calm analysis, and some luck.
And these are all possessed by Feng Xinglang.
But the Italian obviously despised Feng Xinglang's vulgarity. It seemed as if he was afraid that others would not know he was an upstart.
But who's money is not money, and won't let it go!
In the first game, Feng Xinglang won. A total of ten million won.
It seemed that the Italian was not in a hurry, a calm and calm look on the long line waiting for the big fish. Maybe in his opinion, a small upstart like Feng Xinglang gave a little sweetness to make him lose more happily!
But then, Feng Xinglang's mind didn't seem to be on the card, and he started biting his ears with Lan Youyou.
With a strong arm, he hooked Lan Youyou, who was unable to look at him, in his arms, and his small arms hung tightly around her feng, pushing them up. In addition, Lan Youyou was wearing a wipe The long skirt, the stance that was about to greet, looked at the men present and his blood was rising.
"Baby, let me guess the color of the clothes under you."
Feng Xinglang said that the voice was not high, but it was enough for the men present to hear. The Italian seemed to be able to understand a few words of Chinese, and his eyes were guilty.
Lan Youyou froze, it seems that Feng Xinglang today will have such evil times.
He held his own way, and seemed to be the same as before.
Lan Youyou's beautiful eyes squinted at Feng Xinglang, her eyes were silky, "Let's go home! Let's go home and let you see enough!"
"That's so boring!" Feng Xinglang smiled wildly.
"what……"
With Lan Youyou's exclamation screaming into the bone marrow, the eyes of all the men focused again.
Because Feng Xinglang's hand had penetrated into the place that should not be explored, "It turned out to be black ... good! I like the color!"
In fact, what color Feng Fenglang didn't know. He just said a color casually.
Everyone thought that Feng Xinglang directly pulled out Lan Youyou's little one, and one by one became more calm. Especially the Italian, who was close to Lan Youyou, seemed to be sparking.
Feng Xinglang just pinched a hand on Lan Youyou's Aura, using enough force to cause her to scream.
Sure enough, Lanyou's scream successfully attracted the attention of the Italian, and it was still about to catch fire!
A gambler is inseparable from love and sexuality in most cases. This Italian is no exception.
Suddenly, almost for a moment, Feng Xinglang, who was just having a good time with Lan Youyo, became violent in the next second. He jumped up from his seat and crossed his upper body across the gaming table. After passing the Italian's collar, then a heavy right hook hit him on the cheek ...
To tell the truth, the Italians were really dozed off by Feng Xinglang's quick punch!
This style of painting has changed suddenly, right?
Just now I was still so that I was in a deep mood with this beautiful woman next to me. Why did the boxer suddenly hit his own cheek?
But Lanyouyou understood it: Feng Xinglang brought her here for the purpose of provoking trouble!