What you said is simply murderous and heartbreaking.
Meng Wanshu was extremely angry, but she had no choice. After all, the other party didn't mention her by name, nor did they point at her nose and question her.
She couldn't just rush up to them and argue with them, right?
What's the difference between that and publicly admitting that she is a vixen?
The more Meng Wanshu thought about it, the angrier she became. Then she realized that it was all Zhou Mingli's fault. It was Zhou Mingli who was yelling that he was a vixen, so those brainless people followed suit and made a fuss.
Thinking of this, Meng Wanshu felt so angry that her teeth itched again, but thinking of Director Gu's warning just now, Meng Wanshu had to force herself to swallow her anger.
Zhou Mingli, you bitch, just wait for me! Sooner or later, I'll make you pay!
She swore silently in her heart.
Under the teasing of the guests, Song Yanshen actually mumbled the words "gourd spirit".
The guests were so excited that they were even happier than if their own grandchildren could talk.
Zhou Mingli was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry. This brought good business to her stall. After all, everyone was here to join in the fun, and many people would come to try some braised dishes or stewed meats after smelling the aroma.
The whole stall was full of joy and everyone was very happy. The only unhappy person was probably Meng Wanshu at the grain and oil station.
And in that gambling den, Zhong Chengren didn't look tired at all.
He stared at the cards in his hand.
He is unlucky today and has been losing since the afternoon.
Zhong Chengren actually felt a little regretful. He felt that he shouldn't have come to play cards at this time. After all, he usually came at night. But in the afternoon, his friend insisted that he was short of a corner to play cards and called him over.
I don’t know if it’s because his home court is at night, but he hasn’t won much since he came in the afternoon. Basically, he only wins one or two out of ten games, and they are all small wins.
But when he loses, it's a big loss.
After playing for a while until eight o'clock, Zhong Chengren didn't want to play anymore.
"What a crap luck today..." He threw the cards in his hand onto the table, "I'm not playing anymore! I'm going back!"
"Stop it," one of them stopped him immediately, "Before, you wouldn't let us leave even though we lost, and now you want to leave too?"
When Zhong Chengren thought about it and realized that this was really the case, he was speechless and could only sit down again in disappointment.
But the more this happened, the more irritated he became, the more speechless he became during the fight, and the more he lost.
By the time he finished waiting and it was past two o'clock, Zhong Chengren had almost lost all his money.
This was the worst loss he had ever suffered playing cards here.
But the friend sitting below him was grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh my good fortune has finally turned around. After losing so much, I finally see some money coming back."
Seeing his smug look, Zhong Chengren felt even more unhappy.
However, winning or losing at the party table is common sense. It's just that I was lucky before, and I never thought that I would be lucky all my life. Therefore, I didn't say anything, but I still felt a little uncomfortable in my heart.
After casually greeting them, Zhong Chengren went home.
The other people looked at his back, glanced at each other, and smiled knowingly.
When Zhong Chengren returned home, Meng Wanshu was already asleep.
Although he tried to be as quiet as possible, he still managed to alarm Meng Wanshu.
Meng Wanshu rubbed her eyes and said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone: "Why are you back at this time? You woke me up!"
Zhong Chengren coaxed her cleanly: "Isn't this just after the fight? I'm back!"
"Just go to sleep!"
Meng Wanshu just turned over, ignored him and continued to sleep.
Zhong Chengren washed casually and then fell asleep beside her.
However, in the next few days, even though Zhong Chengren deliberately chose to play cards at night, he still lost more than he won.
His luck seemed to have run away from home since he went to play cards that afternoon. He never won hundreds of dollars in a night again.
After playing like this for a few days, Zhong Chengren found that he had no money left.
This is a bit uncomfortable.
He is still waiting to win the money back!
Knowing that asking Meng Wanshu for money would not work, Zhong Chengren simply acted first and asked for permission later, secretly taking some of Meng Wanshu's money.
He thought, I can win it back anyway, so I will just return it to her when I win the money.
I don’t know if Meng Wanshu’s money is just more attractive, but he actually won more than ten dollars that night.
Although it wasn't much, it was the first time he had won money in a few days, and Zhong Chengren finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His luck finally returned.
When he returned home, he returned the money to Meng Wanshu and went to bed happily.
However, the next day, he started combing his hair again.
Zhong Chengren went crazy.
What’s the matter? Do you really have to take Meng Wanshu’s money?
So he ran straight home, took Meng Wanshu's money box, and prepared to do a big job.
And then... I lost everything.
When daybreak came, Zhong Chengren looked at the empty cash box in his hand, and his brain, which had been stimulated by passion and gambling, finally slowly regained its sanity.
It's over, he lost all Meng Wanshu's money...
But at this moment, Zhong Chengren was not afraid at all. Instead, with red eyes, he grabbed several people who were about to leave.
"Don't go!" His expression was a little ferocious. "How can you just leave after winning money?"
The gambler tutted his words and said, "Zhong Chengren, you won't let us leave even if we lose, and you won't let us leave even if we win?"
"You have to give me a chance to make a comeback!" Zhong Chengren roared.
"But..." The gambler pointed to his cash box, "Zhong Laoer, you have no money left!"
Zhong Chengren subconsciously looked down at the cash box in his hand.
Yes, he has no money...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but loosen his grip on the person's hand.
However, another gambler came over and said, "Zhong Chengren, do you want to borrow money?"
He smiled warmly, "Here, the interest rate for borrowing money is 3%... It's not too high, but not too low either... As long as you pay it back on time, there won't be any problems!"
Zhong Chengren, who was about to let go, tightened his grip on the man's sleeve again: "I'll borrow it!"
When Meng Wanshu got up, she saw that Zhong Chengren had not returned yet, and immediately frowned.
Zhong Chengren hasn't been home these days. He's been gambling outside all day!
Last night she was still thinking about that! But Zhong Chengren was not there. She tossed and turned in bed and finally fell asleep. She hated Zhong Chengren in her heart.
She thought that she must ask Zhong Chengren not to go out tonight.
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