Madam wants a divorce, paranoid Mr. Bo turns into a loyal dog in seconds

After knowing that Yang Yuanyuan and Ruan Ruan had become friends, he often advised Yang Yuanyuan to stay away from Ruan Ruan, fearing that Ruan Ruan would ask him to borrow money.

It was just that she didn't expect that Ruan Ruan's career would get better and better, and he would even marry Bo Simu, which made her stepmother change her mind.

"It's okay, don't think so much. Anyway, you are friends with me, not with them. You don't need to care about what they think." Yang Yuanyuan said seriously.

"Okay." Ruan Ruan responded with a smile.

They were chatting in the milk tea shop when they suddenly heard a girl shout in surprise: "Hey, isn't that Song Ze?"

Hearing the name Song Ze, Ruan Ruan and Yang Yuanyuan raised their eyes almost at the same time and looked not far away. They saw a fancy-dressed boy getting out of the sports car.

He was slender, with strong facial lines, and a naughty smile on the corner of his lips. He was about 1.85 meters tall. After he walked over, he directly hugged another beautiful woman next to him who was dressed exquisitely and voluptuously. His tone was casual: "Baby, you've been waiting for a long time."

Yang Yuanyuan knew him, Song Ze, his brother's friend.

He is a famous playboy, and the women around him change one after another.

Song Ze, who was a head taller than Ruan Ruan by visual inspection, walked toward them with the beautiful woman in his arms, looked down at them condescendingly, and after his eyes lingered on Ruan Ruan for a moment, he sneered: "Hey, whose kid is this? "

He reached out and pinched Ruan Ruan's chin, forcing her to raise her head, "Look at her tender face, tsk, her skin is so good."

"Song Ze, what are you doing?" Yang Yuanyuan frowned, pulled Ruan Ruan behind him to protect him, and stared at him coldly.

"Yuanyuan, your control is too lenient." Song Ze whistled frivolously and stared at Ruan Ruan provocatively.

Ruan Ruan held his chin hard and frowned in pain, but endured it stubbornly and raised her head to stare at him without fear.

Song Ze laughed loudly: "The little girl has a very hot temper."

"I advise you to let her go quickly." Yang Yuanyuan said with a stern face, "Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."

Hearing this, Song Ze was happy and approached her, "Hey, why are you so rude?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yuanyuan took out a sharp fruit knife from his bag and put it against Song Ze's neck, "Let her go."

Her movements were so fast that the people around her didn't react at all.

Song Ze was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed angrily: "Well done, you dare to threaten me with a fruit knife? Do you believe that I will kill you now?"

"Kill me?" Yang Yuanyuan snorted coldly, "I want to see who kills whom."

Ruan Ruan knew that Yang Yuanyuan was really angry and quickly stopped her: "Yuanyuan, don't do anything stupid."

"Ruanruan, please don't worry about these things. Song Ze, shut up!" Yang Yuanyuan scolded, "If you keep arguing, get out."

Ruan Ruan pursed her lips and stood aside without daring to say a word.

"Okay, in that case, let's have a bet." Song Ze said angrily, "If I win, you will stay with me tonight. If you win..."

"What if I win?"

"You can do whatever you want."

Ruan Ruan: "..."

Why does she feel like something is wrong?

Yang Yuanyuan looked at him coldly: "Deal."

"It's refreshing." Song Ze clapped his hands and told the female companion beside him, "Go and ask the waiter to come over."

Soon, the waiter came over with pen and paper, and Song Ze and Yang Yuanyuan each wrote down their bets.

"You read it first."

Song Ze glanced at the bet, then smiled and said: "Okay."

"If I lose, I'll let you do whatever you want."

Ruan Ruan was slightly startled, "Yuanyuan, you're not really going to agree to him, are you?"

"Seriously, I can't just watch others bully you."

Ruan Ruan frowned: "..." She just thought this method was too childish, but Yang Yuanyuan had already started to write the bet.

"If I lose, I'll do whatever you want." Yang Yuanyuan repeated coldly, "But if I win, you have to apologize to us, and besides..."

"Then what do you want from me?" Song Ze asked casually.

"You are not allowed to harass me and Ruan Ruan in the future. If you see us, you will take a detour." Yang Yuanyuan said.

"Okay, just say this to you, I will definitely win this bet."

Yang Yuanyuan snorted coldly, "I hope you can do what you say."

After the two bets are written, each party holds one.

"Are you sure you want to use this piece of paper to write the bet?" Song Ze asked with a smile.

"What, are you scared?" Yang Yuanyuan mocked.

"Of course not." He shook the paper in his hand, "I'm just worried that you won't be willing to keep your promise after losing to me."

"Just try it."

Song Ze nodded and called the waiter, asking her to clean the table and prepare pen and paper.

"Ruan Ruan, let's wait outside." Yang Yuanyuan took Ruan Ruan's hand and walked outside. "Don't worry, don't be afraid. I'm here and I won't let him hurt you."

Ruan Ruan nodded and thanked obediently: "Thank you, Yuan Yuan."

They walked outside the coffee shop on the first floor, stood by the window, and looked at the situation inside the house through the glass.

"Yuanyuan, this Song Ze is not simple." Ruan Ruan whispered, "Looking at his clothes, he must be very rich."

Yang Yuanyuan frowned: "I've seen this a long time ago." She paused, "Do you believe me?"

"Of course I believe it."

"Then stop talking."

"Hmm." Ruan Ruan shut her mouth obediently, lying on the glass wall and looking at the scene inside.

Yang Yuanyuan's attention was also focused inside.

Song Ze picked up the pen and paper, wrote down his name, and handed the number to Yang Yuanyuan: "We will win two out of three games, you draw first."

Yang Yuanyuan looked at the three cards on the table, which were the K of Hearts, the Ace of Spades, and the 6 of Clubs.

She gritted her teeth, reached out and pulled out the King of Hearts.

Ruan Ruan couldn't help but break into a cold sweat, "Come on Yuanyuan!"

"I think so too." Yang Yuanyuan smiled, "I have always had good luck, and I will definitely win this time."

Ruan Ruan nodded, "Yeah."

Soon, Yang Yuanyuan began to shuffle and deal the cards.

She placed three cards into the deck and revealed the bottom card.

Three 8.

Yang Yuanyuan showed a delighted expression: "Wow, you're lucky."

Song Ze's expression was indifferent, showing a lack of interest. He pushed the cards away and spread his palms to indicate.

"You want to fold?" Yang Yuanyuan frowned.

Song Ze shook his head: "No." He turned over one of the cards: "Ten of spades, I win."

"This..." Yang Yuanyuan was stunned, "This is impossible..."

"I told you you've always had good luck."

"No, I'll draw another one."

Song Ze lazily leaned back in his chair: "Okay."

Ruan Ruan didn't know why, but suddenly felt a little flustered. If Yang Yuanyuan really lost, he wouldn't worry about anything else. He was just worried that Song Ze would be detrimental to Yang Yuanyuan.

Soon, Yang Yuanyuan drew another card, still aqjk9. Before she was happy for a long time, she heard Song Ze say slowly: "My card is better than yours."