Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

Song Chubai looked at Ling Rongge blankly, where does he belong?What belongs?

"What?" he asked.

There was no extra emotion in Ling Rongge's eyes, and he just looked at Song Chubai with a little bit of coldness.

"Yesterday." He said first, "Although I won you back, I'm not interested in you."

After a pause, he asked again: "Do you understand?"

Song Chubai understood that Ling Rongge wanted to drive him away.

But without him, he seems to have nowhere to go.What's more, he had a faint feeling that if he really left so easily this time, it would be difficult for him to find him again in the future.

No matter what the reason is, it is impossible for him to just leave.

"I understand." He nodded, "but I don't want to leave."

He stood up suddenly and took a step forward, "I'm very useful."

"Is it useful?" Ling Rongge looked Song Chubai up and down, and a dark light flashed in his eyes, "I admit, you are really good-looking and have a good figure, but unfortunately, I have no interest in these."

He is only interested in gambling, other than that, he has no interest in anything else.

He had heard that many people sold themselves because they were desperate because of gambling.

He doesn't care about other people, he has no interest in this aspect.

"Let's go." Ling Rongge chased them away.

Song Chubai bit his lip, reminding him rationally that he couldn't just leave like this.

After pondering for two seconds, he took a deep breath, "How about a bet?"

Ling Rongge couldn't refuse him, his body seemed out of control when he heard the word "gambling".

His blood was boiling, his heart was beating wildly, and he heard himself making a firm and clear voice.

"it is good."

He looked at Song Chubai fixedly, "What are you betting on?"

He doesn't care about betting on anything, he only cares about the momentary process, as if all the blood rushes to the brain, they are intense and frenzied, dopamine is rushing, bringing him unprecedented stimulation.

He was addicted to this excitement, unable to give up, and was deeply fascinated by it.

As for the rest, it doesn't matter.

This is a classic sign of pathological gambling disorder.Unfortunately, most people don't think it's a disease, even Ling Rongge doesn't think so.

Right now, his eyes were faintly red, and he asked again: "What are you betting on?"

Song Chubai didn't think it through either, his mind was a little confused, so he kept silent, but Ling Rongge kept asking him, so he said with a twitch, "Just bet on whether you are 18 or not!"

Ling Rongge:?

He thought he was talking about age, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he said firmly, "I bet."

He had already gambled, Song Chubai had no choice but to gamble.

After both of them had their answers, Ling Rongge took out his ID card and handed it to Song Chubai, "I'm 25 years old."

Song Chubai: ...

"Hmm..." He hesitated, "That's not what I'm talking about."

Now Ling Rongge was at a loss.

Holding his ID card, his mind was spinning rapidly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Chubai probably guessed that he hadn't figured out what he just said, so he said quickly: "We'll bet on whether you can guess what I just bet! Within 30 seconds! "

He wisely added a time limit.

"Height?" Ling Rongge asked.

"No!" Song Chubai counted the time, "There are still 20 seconds!"

"Shoe size? Arm length?"

"nineteen!"

Song Chubai started counting down.