Flash marriage contract, the abstinent president changed his gender

The call was from Jiang Tuo, who said that there was an event at the Sifang Club in the evening and several friends were there, and asked him to go over and join them.

After checking the time and thinking that it was on the way, Yin Liting agreed:

"okay, I get it."

After hanging up the phone, he was about to send Zhu Nianqing back first, when he heard her say:

"Can I go with you? I heard that the Sifang Club has a bar and is known as a 'city within a city, a small river city'. I haven't been there yet. Can you take me with you to broaden my horizons?"

The Sifang Club is very famous in Jiangcheng, with all kinds of entertainment facilities. I heard that its branches also include high-end horse farms and golf courses. It is quite famous in Jiangcheng. It is high-end, but you can enter if you have money.

It's just because of her physical condition that she has never been to this place.

After some hesitation, Yin Liting did not respond.

"I'll just go take a look and play for a while and then leave. I won't disturb you. My parents are busy today and I'm the only one at home. I don't want to be alone."

Seeing her eager eyes, and remembering that today was her birthday, Yin Liting softened his heart:

"One hour at most. That kind of place is not suitable for you."

"it is good."

As they were talking, Zhu Nianqing stood up and picked up the handbag beside her. She was obviously very happy and stood up as well. Yin Liting didn't say anything else but took the bag from her hand when he left.

……

In a small entertainment hall of the Sifang Club, as soon as Yu Qingluo arrived, he was pulled in by Jiang Zhan.

"I'm not lying to you. Look, I brought all my good friends here for you. Am I good to you?"

Yu Qingluo turned his head and saw many men sitting in various postures on the sofas and leisure tables. Some were playing with their mobile phones, some were spinning teacups, and some were leaning their heads together. It was unclear what they were talking about, but their faces showed happy expressions.

On the other side, in the corner, there were two people who were obviously older than me. I don't know if it was because they were not familiar with each other or because of their age. I couldn't tell whether they were talking about something or studying the calligraphy and paintings on the wall. Looking around, there were indeed quite a few people in the hall, and most of them were strangers.

At this time, several young people stood up and gathered around jokingly.

"Brother Zhan, is this the Miss Fortune God you mentioned? She is very pretty."

"Yeah, the figure is amazing too."

"Hey, that's very mature, can you do that?"

"Haha, I didn't expect you to like this~"

Most of them were wearing casual T-shirts, casual pants and sneakers. They had childish faces and looked about the same age as Jiang Zhan. Some of the slightly more mature ones also wore casual shirts. They all had an aura somewhere between students and professionals.

Although Yu Qingluo changed into a more casual outfit, a loose suit with suspenders inside and a professional slim skirt, with her hair neatly tied up, even though she was probably only two or three years older than the others, she looked like someone from a different generation.

So, several men were arm in arm with each other, sometimes looking at her sideways, sometimes looking at Jiang Zhan, all with expressions that were difficult to describe.

Jiang Zhan waved his hands and pointed at them one by one. He was not happy:

"Hey, watch your mouth, don't say nonsense and bully my little sister."

"Sister Yu is very capable. She lets you open an account to give you face."

"Don't you know that a woman three years older than you is rich?"

"Maybe in the future you will have to ask Sister Yu for help when your pocket money is not enough."

"Twenty thousand a week, isn't that better than putting it in the bank or buying those crappy financial products? The key is to keep the money, understand?"

"Whoever bullies my little sister, the God of Wealth, won't even be my brother!"

Jiang Zhan straightened his body, and the others restrained their postures. At this time, Yu Qingluo also greeted everyone:

"Hello, I'm Yu Qingluo, Jiang Zhan's investment manager."

Then, she handed out business cards to everyone one by one:

"Very happy to meet all of you."

Everyone nodded, but their expressions showed little interest. At this time, the only man wearing a casual plaid shirt said:

"Ms. Yu is very young. It's quite a feat to make Jiang Zhan look at you differently."

The man's words were light and mocking, and it was obvious that he didn't believe in her ability. Instead, he looked her up and down with a look that seemed to be saying:

You're just a show-off!

Yu Qingluo raised her eyebrows and smiled faintly:

"Birds of a feather flock together. These young masters look very dandy."

The implication is that everyone is the same, so no one should look down on anyone else.

They were a bunch of little brats, and they didn’t look like they had any spare money. Since they were not the intended target customers, Yu Qingluo was too lazy to put up with them.

I didn't expect her to be so arrogant. The eyes of several people became sharp almost instantly. At this time, the man suddenly took out a bank card:

"You don't know your last name if you have a little luck, right?"

"How old are you?"

"Jiang Zhan said you are very good. You are very good at playing in Sifang Pavilion. Whatever you are good at, as long as you can win my heart, I will open an account. I will be responsible for the profit and loss of one million. You can play as you like."

At this time, several other people also raised their hands:

"me too."

"Me too."

"I am half a million!"

Seeing that several of her friends were arguing with her, Jiang Zhan got anxious:

"What are you doing? I'm introducing my little sister to you..."

Did something go wrong?

I don't know why his beloved sweetheart, instead of helping him, is always holding him back?

Looking at the raised hand in the air, Yu Qingluo was so excited that he almost jumped up:

My god, that’s millions!

Turning her sight, she saw the mahjong table in the hall:

"Didn't you say I rely on luck? How about trying my luck?"

She pointed and said:

"Twenty chips, until you lose all of them."

Nodding, everyone in the group agreed. The opposite side brought out three people who liked to play cards. Yu Qingluo picked out four winds, east, south, west and north, and placed them upside down on the table. He shuffled them casually, and then each person picked up a card.

Yu Qingluo picked up the last one, which was Xifeng.

As soon as he saw the position she drew, the man laughed:

"It seems like your luck is not that good."

Walking towards her table, Yu Qingluo smiled even more beautifully:

"The table is in a circular shape, and I sit in the west. The room and the table are both facing northwest, and northwest is the wealth position. How can my luck be bad?"

When she said this, everyone was shocked and looked around unconsciously, with admiration flashing in their eyes.

Jiang Zhan shook his head and pulled a chair for her:

"I told you that she is knowledgeable, beautiful, cool and powerful, why don't you believe it?"

One person distributed the chips and started to become the banker from the east as agreed.

Yu Qingluo did not lose in the first two games. The three of them exchanged glances, with proud expressions on their faces.

However, within two minutes of the third round, Yu Qingluo had already overturned the cards:

"What a fool."

After two consecutive hands, the two of them became the banker. It was Yu Qingluo's turn to be the banker. She won five consecutive hands, and the man in the north position was a little surprised:

"It's really weird. Am I considered to be in the northwest?"

Could it be that she is really a little god of wealth?

"No, after this round, we have to change positions whether we make the move or not. I won't accept your victory!"