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

Ling Rongge caught his breath and patted his buttocks.

"Don't tempt me." He said pretending to be serious.

Song Chubai: ...

He really didn't!

Song Chubai pulled the quilt and sat up, "I'm going to take a shower."

He said, stood up wrapped in the quilt, without even looking at Ling Rongge who was also naked beside him, snorted rather arrogantly, and just jumped into the bathroom.

Ling Rongge chuckled and said loudly, "Where have I never seen you?"

It's really difficult for him to go into the bathroom wrapped in a quilt so laboriously.

Song Chubai doesn't care about this, because he has already entered the bathroom!

After coming out of the bathroom, Ling Rongge was already dressed, in a suit, he looked like a dog.

Seeing him for the first time, Song Chubai subconsciously asked, "Are you going to gamble again?"

Wearing such a formal dress, it is estimated that the occasion of gambling must be very high.

Ling Rongge raised his eyebrows, "No."

After this, he seems to be less interested in gambling, and this part of his interest has been transferred to other places.

such as……

He looked Song Chubai up and down, and finally his eyes fell on the little face that was a little flushed by the heat.

With a half-smile, he stepped forward, approached Song Chubai, and stood in front of him, "Why don't I stay with you?"

Song Chubai shook his head again and again, "Of course."

"I just thought you were going to gamble again."

"Not going for now." Ling Rongge's tone was light, without explaining the reason.

"Then don't go!" Song Chubai raised a big smile, "Play with me at home!"

Congratulations to Ling Rongge for not going to gamble one day, he suddenly felt that the tasks in this world began to become easier!

As Song Chubai said, he took Ling Rongge's hand and walked out.

For several days, Ling Rongge didn't gamble, which made Song Chubai very happy. Although his waist was almost exhausted, as long as he could help Ling Rongge heal his illness, it wouldn't be a problem!

A few days later, Ling Rongge had to go out because of the company's affairs.

Before going out, he specifically told Song Chubai to stay at home obediently.

Song Chubai said hello casually, but not long after Ling Rongge left, he sneaked out the door.

He has been exhausted these past few days, and he has to have a good meal to make up for himself.

But the idea of ​​having a big meal did not come true in the end, because he was stopped by someone less than 200 meters away.

"Mr. Song, hello."

The man who stopped him had a smile on his lips and wore a pair of glasses covering his sharp eyes.

Song Chubai looked at him vigilantly, took a step back, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." The man said with a chuckle, "But you can call me Lord Qin."

Lord Qin, also known as Qin Feng, is the owner of the largest stone gambling field in Beijing. It is said that he has an official background, but it has not been confirmed.

But how can someone who can gain a firm foothold in the capital be a simple person?

Song Chubai looked at Qin Feng carefully, and said in a flash of inspiration: "I saw you on the morning news."

Qin Feng was startled for a moment, and then said with a low laugh, "I've been lucky enough to be on the news once or twice."

Knowing that this was someone who had been in the news, Song Chubai became less vigilant.

He scratched his head and asked curiously, "What do you want me for?"

"I want to ask Mr. Song for help." Qin Feng said his purpose, "I have seen the surveillance video of Mr. Song selecting rough stones a few times before, and I think Mr. Song is a very powerful expert, so I want to ask Mr. Song for help. A little busy."

Said it was a small favor, but only Qin Feng himself knew what it was.

When Song Chubai heard that it was a small favor, he asked curiously, "What is it?"

"It's just a small favor." Qin Feng didn't intend to say it clearly, "I believe that Mr. Song will definitely be able to do it."

Song Chubai hesitated.

Qin Feng observed his expression and saw that he hesitated, so he said again: "Mr. Song can tell me if you have any concerns."

"Ling Rongge has gone to the company." Song Chubai replied, "How about I wait until he comes back?"

A gleam flashed across Qin Feng's eyes, "If it's Mr. Ling, Mr. Song doesn't need to worry, he's in my casino."

Song Chubai:! !

Ling Rongge went to gamble again!

He pursed his lips, "Why should I trust you?"

Didn't Ling Rongge say to go to the company?Why did you go to the casino again?

Qin Feng was not annoyed when he saw that Song Chubai didn't believe him. Instead, he took out his mobile phone, called up the real-time surveillance video, handed the mobile phone in front of him, and said, "This is a surveillance video. Boss Qin is killing everyone."

In the surveillance, Ling Rongge and another person were sitting opposite each other. A rough stone was placed in front of both of them, and chips were placed next to them. They should be betting on stones.

Song Chu's white lips were almost pursed into a line, and the corners of his mouth that were raised just now have become flat, without much movement.

Seeing this, Qin Feng put his phone away, and said at the same time: "It happens that the casino I want to ask Mr. Song for help is in this casino."

Song Chubai looked around and asked in a muffled voice, "Where is the car?"

Qin Feng showed a satisfied smile, and he made a "please" gesture.

Song Chubai followed Qin Feng into the car, and the car drove very fast, and within half an hour, they arrived at Qin's Casino.

The casino is very large and divided into several areas, each area is almost full of people.

Qin Feng took Song Chubai directly through the exclusive passage to the third floor of the casino.

The third floor is all private rooms, and the sound insulation is very good. No matter what kind of sound is made inside, it will not be heard by people outside.

Qin Feng took Song Chubai into the box.

The light in the box was very bright, and there was a round table in the middle, surrounded by many rough stones.

There is also a rough stone on the round table, about the size of two fists.

Beyond that, there is nothing else, and there is no one else.

It is worth mentioning that the wall on the left is a mirror, which reflects the figures of him and Qin Feng very clearly.

Song Chubai took a look, then looked away, and asked curiously, "Why did Master Qin ask me to help?"

After a pause, he said again, "Where's Ling Rongge?"

"Mr. Ling is still killing all directions." Qin Feng adjusted his glasses, "This time, I invite Mr. Song to choose a rough stone for me."

There was a flash of light on the lens, "I believe that Mr. Song will definitely help me with this little favor."

Being stared at like this, Song Chubai felt inexplicably hairy. He touched his arm and replied vaguely, "It's okay."

Anyway, he was talking about picking rough stones, but he didn't say picking rough stones that can produce emeralds.

With a smile on the corner of Qin Feng's mouth, he complimented again: "I believe in Mr. Song."

At this moment, Song Chubai didn't know that the mirror in that room was one-sided.

In other words, the next room can see this room.

And the room next door...