Chapter 390 Shang Shaoyan, Can You Wear a Mask Next Time?

Chapter 390 Shang Shaoyan, can you wear a mask next time?

The bodyguard blocked the door with a sullen face, looked at the shy and timid face of the croupier, and whispered sarcastically, "Brother Chen can see anyone? How long have you been here? How dare you come to bother me with such a trivial matter? roll."

Everyone in the casino knows tonight that no one is allowed to go to the second floor when there are distinguished guests.

The innocent croupier in front of him is probably tired of working.

The croupier turned pale with shock from Brother Yong's reprimand, twisted his fingers tightly in front of him, and looked at the man in front of the gaming table again as if nothing.

She is Portugal's signature croupier, both pure and charming, and even her voice has been praised as sweet but not greasy.

Why is that man just not looking at her?

Women have a keen intuition by nature, that man who is so handsome in a black shirt is probably more noble than He Chen, because he has occupied He Chen's seat at the gaming table.

If he can fall in love with him, maybe he can help her redeem herself in Portugal...

Some ideas may only occur in a split second.

The croupier was still standing at the door, looking reluctantly at the direction of the gaming table. At this moment, He Chen, who was sitting with his back to the door, took a sip with his slender fingers holding a cigarette to his lips, and threw a few chips casually, his voice deep and deep. He said dumbly: "Ayong, if you look at it again, I will gouge out her eyes."

He Chen's words made the croupier lower his head in panic, hurriedly said 'I'm sorry Brother Chen', turned around and ran away as if fleeing.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, He Chen glanced at the man across from him, raised his slender brows, pursed his lips while flipping the cards and said, "Next time you fucking come, can you wear a mask?"

Does he not know how attractive his broken face is?

"No." The man was holding the gaming table with his arms, playing with two chips in his hand, his legs were crossed, and his posture was lazy and comfortable. "Instead of asking me to wear a mask, it's better to take care of your subordinates."

He Chen sneered, seeing more and more chips in the man's hand, took a puff of cigarette, "I'm so fucking embarrassed to say that."

He twisted the cigarette butt in the ashtray in annoyance, and waved in the direction of the door.

The bodyguard immediately came over, "Brother Chen, please order."

He Chen lowered his head and brushed the cigarette ash off his trousers, pouted outside the door, "Go and see what's going on downstairs."

Dare to make trouble in Portuguese silver territory, do you want to die? !

...

Downstairs, He Ao forcibly dispersed the other guests in front of the gaming table.

He pulled the chair and sat beside Li Qiao, seeing her careless and fearless expression, it seemed as if there were claws scratching him in his heart.

"Beauty, why do you want to see my brother?"

He Ao's tattooed arm was still draped over the back of Li Qiao's chair, he was not ugly, especially those long and narrow eyes gave him a hint of evil, and even seemed familiar.

While speaking, the innocent croupier returned to the gaming table with two bottles of mineral water.

It's just that his complexion is not very good, and the look in Li Qiao's eyes is a little more disgusted and resistant.

If she hadn't caused trouble at her gaming table, she wouldn't have been reprimanded by Brother Chen.

In the entire underground casino, there are not many people who know He Ao, but there are definitely some.

Seeing that he emptied the gaming table and circled the back of a girl's chair again, many gamblers started whispering.

"What's the matter with that girl? He Ao has taken a fancy to her?"

"Lao Wang was at that table just now, and I heard that the girl came to seek trouble."

"Fuck, looking for work in Portugal? Do you think your life is too long?"

"Hey, why are you making such a fuss? Old Wang said that the girl opened her mouth to see He Chen, maybe... she came here for He Chen."

After the words fell, the eyes of several people met, and they couldn't help but show sudden expressions.

Who doesn't know that He Chen is the king of underground casinos in the west of the city, with status and means, and more importantly, He Chen is extremely handsome, even if his background is not clean, he will still attract women to come here.

Someone once gave He Chen such an evaluation, and Ou Bai, the face of the entertainment industry, was a bit inferior in front of him.

These words quickly spread to everyone in the noisy casino.

The bodyguard stood at the stairs, saw the girl next to He Ao, squinted his eyes, took out his mobile phone and took a picture, then turned back to the second floor.

He pushed the door open, came to He Chen, whispered something in his ear, and then handed over the phone.

With a cigarette dangling from the corner of He Chen's mouth, he pressed the face of the poker card with his slender fingers and lifted a corner. Hearing what the bodyguard said, he glanced at the screen, and then his eyes froze.

nice!

There are countless women who want to approach him, but the beauty in the photo is one in a million.

He Chen's eyes were filled with interest, he bit his cigarette butt and asked vaguely, "You want to see me?"

The bodyguard nodded, but before he spoke, He Chen sneered and said, "Let He Ao take her to the next door, and I'll go there later."

Here, He Ao was still sitting at the gambling table talking to Li Qiao, but the impatience in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

After asking for a long time, no fart came out.

He Ao was not originally a man who was sympathetic and sympathetic. He had been in the casino all year round, and his sinister aura was daunting.

He squeezed the back of Li Qiao's chair tightly with his fingers, gritted his teeth, and threatened: "Beauty, if you don't tell the truth anymore, believe it or not, I won't let you get out of Portugal tonight?"

Li Qiao half closed her eyes, and looked at him from the corner of her eye, "I don't believe it."

Hold!

He Ao felt that he was being despised, cursed angrily, and got up to attack Li Qiao.

Behind him, footsteps came, and the bodyguard said to He Ao: "Brother Ao, Brother Chen let her go up."

"Huh?" He Ao's tall figure paused, and he looked at the bodyguard with displeasure, "My brother knows? Who the hell said that?"

The bodyguard didn't make a sound, but glanced at the pure croupier inside the gaming table, which was obvious.

He Ao looked at the croupier with a half-smile, the coldness in his eyes made her tremble uncontrollably.

With the order of the bodyguard, He Ao had no choice but to lead Li Qiao to the private casino on the second floor.

And the croupier looked at their backs, annoyed and sullen.

...

In the private lounge, Li Qiao followed He Ao into the door. From the beginning to the end, she didn't say a word, and her expression was calm.

It doesn't look like someone who came to smash the scene, but like the ancestors in this scene.

He Ao was quite convinced, he had never seen such an arrogant girl in so many years.

No matter what you say today, you have to dig out useful news from her mouth.

In the private living room next door, there were only the last ten chips left on He Chen's table. He squeezed the cigarette butt tightly with his fingers, and stared at the man across from him, "Shang Shaoyan, you fucking came here tonight just to get money from me." win money?"

He won all of the 200 million chips.

Indeed, the noble man sitting opposite He Chen was none other than Shang Yu.

He leaned against the back of the chair, looked at He Chen leisurely, raised his eyebrows lightly, and said in a low voice, "Otherwise? If you ask someone to do something, you have to give him some reward."

He Chen laughed angrily, spit out white mist, and sneered sarcastically, "You're fucking kidding me, which one of us is begging the other?"

"You, please." The man's finger tapped lightly on the table, his thick ink-like eyes were unpredictable.