Chapter 722 Five Women on a Stage

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"Wow~"

The automatic mahjong table made a sound, and the tiles had been poured.

In fact, according to the strength of everyone present, these mahjong tiles cannot block the perception of mental power at all. Whoever wants to use mental power to scan the cards will know what cards the opponent has in minutes.

But playing cards like this is boring. The master's wife, Concubine Linghu Yao, stipulates that no one is allowed to cheat.

The rules of Mahjong are a bit complicated, but with your memory, you can easily understand the rules. However, Wang Yan's pressure was a bit high. Sitting with three mistresses playing cards together was quite a heavy psychological burden.

Especially when playing cards, the two saints were arranged to sit next to him, like guardians on the left and right, one on the left and the other on the right. Of course, they were asked by Wang Yan to teach them how to play cards.

Moreover, the three mistresses are all very wealthy people. In order to increase the excitement, they play with chips. One chip represents ten million US dollars... There is no upper limit...

"Xiao Yan, don't imitate your master in the future." Prince Rose touched the cards skillfully, threw out a red card at random, and said leisurely, "That's how I found three wives."

"Hong Zhong Bang." Wang Yan tremblingly picked up Hong Zhong and came back, grinning dryly and said, "Yes, yes, the little master's wife taught you a lesson. Fifty thousand!"

"Fifty thousand to eat." Concubine Linghu Yao, who was sitting in the next house, frowned as she took the cards, "Xiao Yan, are you letting yourself go when you play cards so tenderly? It's not fun to play like this. Also, your little one is What Master Wife means is that you need to find more wives, at least to form a table, so that you won’t be able to get enough people to play cards, Bei Feng!”

Wang Yan broke into a cold sweat, so what did he mean?

It was hard for Wang Yan to answer this, and the woman's heart was agitated. God knows whether the woman was teasing him or not. What's more, Wang Yan felt the eyes of the two saints poking at his back like sharp knives.

"Haha, Mistress, you are joking. Bei Feng, I'll do it!" Wang Yan said with sweat dripping from his forehead. He took Bei Feng back, and then touched a piece on the head of the pole, and his face suddenly turned bitter.

"Hey, Xiao Yan, are you good at this? Why don't you play?" The Rose Prince on the opposite side was broken by Wang Yan, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

"Uh, haha." Wang Yan wiped his sweat and smiled, hesitating whether to knock down the card.

"Huh? According to the rules just introduced, this seems to be..." The dark saint on the side had sharp eyes and raised an eyebrow and said, "That's nonsense."

What! ?

The expressions of the three mistresses all froze.

Now that he had been exposed by the Dark Saint, Wang Yan had no choice but to push down the cards and said with an embarrassed look: "It cost the three master wives, ground beauties, mixed colors, flowers on the bars, plus six flowers..."

Wang Yan's voice became weak when he said it. This was a big deal.

He was just about to open his mouth and say, everyone will try it first and forget about it. The Holy Lady of Light on the side made quick calculations with her eyes shining: "According to the rules just mentioned, this one is...well, 230 million US dollars, and each person has to pay Wang Yan."

"puff!

Uncle Pao, who was cooking in the kitchen from afar, almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Is it really okay for these people to be so big?

"Haha, Xiao Yan, you can't tell, but you are still a master."

The three mistresses are all wealthy masters, and hundreds of millions of dollars are just a small amount. However, Wang Yan has taken such a big card before the fight even started, and she will always feel a little depressed.

Wang Yan nodded and bowed to accept the chips from the three mistresses, and explained bitterly: "I just play at home with my parents and relatives during the holidays. Luck is really pure luck."

"Hey, Xiao Yan, you have to give way to your three wives." Uncle Pao shouted in the kitchen, "Don't ruin their mood." He was also afraid, for fear that the three wives would lose too much and their mood would be ruined. What should I do if I let it all fall on him in a bad situation?

"Cao Jinglue, shut up." Concubine Linghu Yao cursed angrily, "Are you afraid that I can't afford to lose?"

"That's right, we are playing cards with Xiao Yan, why are you, a man, interrupting?" Prince Rose also said, "As elders, it is normal for us to lose to Xiao Yan."

Divine Envoy Dai'er didn't say anything, but just stared coldly towards the kitchen.

Uncle Pao "trembled", immediately shut up, and continued cooking honestly. Just kidding, now that he is finally in peace, how can he dare to make these three unhappy?

tragedy!

Wang Yan saw it in his eyes and was afraid in his heart. This woman, before we got together, was quite gentle and virtuous, but once it became a fact, she turned into a big tiger.

Uncle Pao is so pitiful, he is such a sinner.

One master's wife was enough for him before, but now he has three master's wives. What will he do in the future?

Wow~

There was another sound of rubbing cards, followed by various sounds of bidding, eating, and bumping cards one after another.

"Wow, I touched myself, and I got crazy again." The dark saint Katharina, who was exposed to mahjong for the first time, was very excited when she sat next to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan had a wry smile on his face, obviously wanting to let go of the one he was touching.

But this card was not big, and he only won tens of millions of dollars.

The three mistresses were indeed rich and powerful, their faces were neither red nor out of breath, and their movements were more elegant and charming.

"Touch yourself!"

"Blooming on the pole."

"Wang Yan, Wang Yan, Aunt Linghu has fired the gun."

Every word was shouted by the two saints on behalf of Wang Yan. They were even more excited than Wang Yan. They tugged on Wang Yan's arms from left to right, and their beautiful bodies were almost pressed against him.

Wang Yan was sweating profusely, and he kept muttering in his heart, "Are you playing cards or am I playing cards?" "Two ladies, please don't be so excited, okay?"

Wang Yan wanted to secretly let go of many cards, but the two saints who had just come into contact with mahjong had amazing memory and comprehension. Every time they caught a winning hand, they would reveal it immediately.

And they seemed to be competing to see who could react faster, so Wang Yan couldn't play the cards secretly in time.

Wang Yan's heart was trembling. In just half an hour, how many consecutive wins had he made? Although the three mistresses were all powerful people who were rich enough to rival a country, they couldn't stand losing in this way.

What's more, they played the cards too aggrievedly. Many times, they only caught a few cards, and before they heard the cards, Wang Yan had already drawn a hand.

What's going on? Wang Yan was already thinking about how to let go of the cards without showing off.

Their faces were already a little bad, and they were getting gloomier.

"Xiao Yan, what are you looking around for?" Linghu Yaofei threw a few chips over, smiling more coquettishly, "Are you afraid that the master wives will lose too much, so you want to let them win? Do you look down on the master wives?"

"No, how could that be possible." Wang Yan wiped his sweat with a dry laugh, glanced at his full drawer of chips and said, "I just have too good cards. As the saying goes, feng shui will turn around. Maybe the luck will turn to the master wife next."

"Haha, thank you for your good words, why don't you continue quickly, your master wife is still waiting for a comeback." Linghu Yaofei's expression eased slightly, and she smiled and rolled her eyes at Wang Yan.

"Yes, yes, my disciple has to go to the toilet, Nana, play a few games for me." Wang Yan felt that his luck was too good, and hurriedly wanted to change someone.

"I'm not very good at it." Dark Saint Catherine said shyly, "I haven't played this yet."

Wang Yan was dizzy, you didn't call for a win faster than anyone else just now? But he said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to play. You can learn slowly. I can lose any chips in this drawer." But it's still easy for a novice to play the wrong cards. The more mistakes you make, the happier I am.

"Okay, then I'll try." The Dark Saint has been watching for a long time, and she has been itching to play. She rubbed her hands and sat down at the card table with shining eyes.

Wang Yan took the opportunity to quickly escape and ran to the toilet.

Squatting in the toilet, swiping her phone to read a good old book "My Wife Falls in Love with Me". The vivid plot, the humorous style, the wonderful characters and conflicts made Wang Yan intoxicated, and he gave the author Ao Wuchang a leader.

Then he returned to the living room leisurely.

I thought to myself that it was the first time for the Dark Saint to play cards, and the three wives should be able to make some money back. At the very least, it was estimated that it was a situation of neither losing nor winning.

Wang Yan leaned over and took a peek at the half-open drawer, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Huh! Yes, the drawer is already more than half empty.

Fortunately, fortunately, she is worthy of being the Dark Saint, so ruthless.

Just when Wang Yan was secretly proud of himself, he found that the faces of the three "returning" masters' wives had become even more gloomy. He couldn't help but secretly shudder in his heart. It's not good. What's going on?

Suddenly, Wang Yan's mobile phone trembled several times in succession.

He took out his mobile phone and took a look. It turned out to be three transfer messages. The account with the last number 678 transferred 630 million US dollars to your Huaxia bank card with the last number 888.

The other two were also transfer contents.

Three text messages, a total of more than 1.7 billion US dollars...

Wang Yan was dizzy and couldn't stand. What's going on! ?

"Xiao Yan." Linghu Yaofei said faintly, "You did this on purpose, didn't you? Nana's luck is better than yours. You actually squatted for half an hour. We have no chips left, so we can only spend money to buy yours..."

Wang Yan was wronged. He wanted the Dark Saint to lose more. But you, girl, are too ruthless, Wang Yan looked at the Dark Saint quietly.

"Wang Yan, my card skills are not bad, right?" The Dark Saint showed a beautiful and charming smile, and excitedly asked Wang Yan for credit, "I won several games, and my mother and two aunts changed their faces when I lost."

Wang Yan was sweating coldly, you also know that their faces changed?

How can you be so straightforward, girl? Knowing that their faces changed, you still desperately win the game?

The Dark Saint's words made Wang Yan's three mistresses turn pale and green, and each of them glared at Wang Yan fiercely, look, it's all your fault.

Wang Yan felt a chill on his back, and his heart was straight. If this goes on, the three mistresses will definitely come to settle accounts with him in the future.

"Lulu, go up and play a few games." Wang Yan wanted to cry but had no tears.

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