Allow her to be pampered

Master Zhou had just made his debut this time, and he left all these guests behind for a long time, but he didn't mean to be negligent.

In fact, he had been waiting behind the screen for a long time, listening to every movement in the main room, only waiting for an opportunity.

——An opportunity that can push Wu Qingzhi to the forefront and make everyone focus on him and his wife.

After all, once everyone's eyes locked on Wu Qingzhi, then he would have no chance to refuse or escape.

Mr. Zhou has a plan in his chest, and he really easily grasped these two people.

But I saw that in the ear room on the right, there were all the lords and wives who were about the age, eating and drinking, blooming on the bar, and playing mahjong with great joy.

Master Zhou vacated a table and directly instructed Bai Pingting to sit down with another oil merchant, but there was only the last one left, and Wu Qingzhi was left alone.

Master Zhou believes that the poker table is the easiest place to discuss business.

"Boss Wu, please, how about a bigger one today?"

As Master Zhou spoke, he showed a meaningful smile.

Unexpectedly, without waiting for Wu Qingzhi's response, Chi Rong stretched out his slender hand, raised it high, and volunteered: "Play mahjong, then I have to be the one!"

For a moment, the people at the table were all dumbfounded.

Bai Pingting was even more furious, she just felt that this little wife had no rules and no rules, it was too embarrassing.

So he opened his mouth with some sarcasm, and said, "This one has a big stake, how can kittens and puppies be able to entertain it!"

However, Wu Qingzhi did not obstruct Chi Rong, but gently raised the corners of his lips.

Regardless of other people's gazes, he kissed Chi Rong's slightly upturned eyes with a swipe.

"My wife is young, please be merciful and don't bully her."

It has always been heard that Boss Wu dotes on his wife like his life, and seeing him today, it is true!

Right now, it's clear that the pampering has no limits, allowing Chi Rong to play in this tricky card game!
Everyone was a little bit resentful, but there was no reason to attack. They were shooting openly and secretly, piercing the intention of coming and picking out the strategy, so it seemed boring.

So at the beginning, Master Zhou did his part, so he was naturally the banker.

After two rounds of cards were played, Chi Rong just felt bored.

These honest people are not gamblers and lack skills, and they are not poker players and lack enthusiasm.

Now that he can play the cards, Chi Rong is also in his heart.

At that time, Master Zhou played an eight cylinder, and no one dared to move it.

Eighth, homophonic fortune, no matter what reason this card is played, it is a hint from Master Zhou.

Only Master Zhou said faintly: "Shantang, Shantang, the only word for kindness is a profitable business!"

When Wu Qingzhi heard this, his eyes darkened slightly.

There is something in these words, Wu Qingzhi is only waiting for the verbal sword tonight, and now, it is finally here.

He was about to avoid the seriousness and say some polite words to deal with it, but it was at this time, but seeing Chi Rong's slap, he just threw the mahjong forcefully, and said happily: "Large!"

Chi Rong happily snatched the eight cylinders, then showed his three cards again, merged them into one place, and the yards were equal, so he wanted to draw the cards again.

She winked at Wu Qingzhi and said, "Come on, come on a kong, and help me flop!"

There were three people around, and their faces turned ashen.

Could it be that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, or that he has no heart and courage, Chi Rong dares to refute Master Zhou's face so unscrupulously!
Master Zhou said in a deep voice: "Mrs. Wu really played a good hand!"

Master Zhou couldn't see a smile in his eyes, but Chi Rong was laughing and still doing his own thing.

Chi Rong made an inch of it and said, "Mahjong is just playing cards. I have watched the adults at home play since I was a child, and I only know a little bit."

Wu Qingzhi sat on the side and listened, and then burst out laughing.

However, Chi Rong's move has no other meaning.

What she thought was to give Wu Qingyi a chance to participate and give him a little game experience.

Chi Rong has a good habit of counting cards, and at the moment, the entry and exit of every house is clear by heart.

This time, Wu Qingzhi wanted to turn over his cards because he was confident, and nine times out of ten, he would definitely be able to play the cards.

This time, according to Chi Erye's words, playing cards can best tell whether one person is good or bad for another.

Obviously, Chi Rong is that good kind, full of joy, the right to stay with Wu Qing.

Wu Qingzhi saw that she looked bright and cute, so he deliberately smiled and asked: "Chi Rong, what if I don't get a good card?"

Chi Rong waved his hand nonchalantly: "What are you afraid of? With me, the mahjong god of war, still losing?"

This seems to be a kind of taste, but it is similar to a kind of external provocation.

The two of them flirted blatantly. Wu Qing put his arms around Chi Rong with one hand, and went straight to touch the cards with the other.

Master Zhou's face darkened even more.

Wu Qingzhi turned over the cards and said softly, "Eighty thousand."

Chi Rong immediately showed a winner's smile, and pushed it to the deck.

But I saw that the faces of the cards were bright one by one, eight cylinders, eight pieces and eighty thousand, small pairs and big pairs, everything that one expects to find.

Chi Rong said: "Oh, I'm not very good at playing mahjong. I think those with the horoscope are auspicious, so I keep them all."

Everyone was shocked.

Bai Pingting screamed even more: "How can anyone draw such a card with luck! You little wifey, you really dare to put any speculative tricks on the table!"

Although the oil merchant wasn't as excited as Bai Pingting, he couldn't help but tremblingly said: "Mrs. Wu has some skills!"

During the dinner, only Master Zhou looked ashen.

Chi Rong pouted aggrievedly: "Wu Qingzhi, you drew the last card, so I said you were lucky! But Miss Bai didn't believe it, and said we were cheating!"

Wu Qingzhi raised his head, and his indifferent eyes fell on Bai Pingting.

Bai Pingting's tongue tightened, and she froze immediately.

She explained abruptly: "Qingzhi... No, it's just that this card is really strange..."

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Mr. Zhou finally couldn't hold back his posture. He took out a stack of cash from his wallet, cupped his hands and said, "I'm willing to bet! Maybe Mrs. Wu is the lucky one, so she's lucky!"

Master Zhou was the first to admit defeat, and Bai Pingting and the oil dealer had no reason to insist.

Chi Rong killed all directions, but winning was no fun.

On the bright side, although she was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, she actually kept some thoughts in the dark.

The people at the table gathered by Mr. Zhou are all engaged in the business of grain, oil, vegetable and meat.

His rice noodles, Bai Pingting's vegetables and meat, as for the oil merchant, needless to say.

After all, those who come are not kind, and those who are kind do not come, they are all thinking about the livelihood of the shantang!
Wu Qingzhi was polite while helping Chi Rong to organize the table. The two of them just looked at each other, and they understood each other and had a tacit understanding.

Wu Qingzhi clung to Chi Rong's ear, and said in a low voice: "Although madam is chic, my husband will take care of everything."