Chapter Seven Hundred and Eighty Seventh Mixed In

The waiter responded respectfully, and walked out with Yan Ming by the way. After walking through a long corridor, he came to a quiet yard. Different from the lively and luxurious yard in the past, there is quite an ancient charm here, and the furnishings in the hall are unexpected. They are all real things, Miss Feng is really a big hand!

The waiter took Yan Mingshun to the farthest room in the corridor, knocked on the door lightly, and there was a low male voice, the waiter said tremblingly, "Brother Cheng, Sister Hong asked me to bring someone over, saying that you asked him to come here. work."

The atmosphere was stagnant for a few seconds, Yan Mingshun swallowed nervously, and his palms were sweating. At this time, he even hoped that the corridor would not be so quiet, which made him feel very depressed.

"Let him in." The voice sounded again.

The waiter and Yan Mingshun breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The waiter pushed open the door, gestured to Yan Mingshun, and said, "Brother Cheng, do you have any other orders?"

"Go on, it's none of your business."

The waiter quickly disappeared in the corridor as if he was being granted amnesty. Yan Mingshun took a deep breath and took the first step towards the room.

The room is not big, at most the size of a small living room of ordinary people, and the furnishings are very simple, which is completely different from the low-key luxury of the hall. Yan Mingshun took a brief look and saw the scene of the room.

There was a rectangular table in the center of the room, and there were about five or six men sitting there. Each of them had a young and beautiful girl in their arms. These girls were obviously different from the gorgeous girls they had seen in the other courtyard before.

The appearance is very pure, the eyes are not blurred, and it looks very green, and the clothes are not revealing. Walking on the street is similar to an ordinary female college student.

What Yan Mingshun didn't know was that these girls were really serious college students, and some came from famous schools!

These men are playing poker, which is a very popular stud in the world. Yan Mingshun heard Uncle Ming talk about it before, and he has studied it for a while. The playing method is very simple, but it is also easy to manipulate, winning and losing is very difficult Quick, you can lose your fortune in one night.

Looking at the clothes and style of these men, I think they won't be too small. There is a row of sofas in the corner of the room, and there are seven or eight people sitting there, both male and female, and their previous actions were a little unsightly. At this moment, they all stopped, and looked at Yan Mingshun at the door, the smile on his face was somewhat intriguing.

These men had just played a few games and were bored when they heard someone pretending to be Brother Cheng's younger brother. They were very interested, so they asked Brother Cheng to call this daring guy in to ask and pass the time.

Most of the men are young, in their thirties at most, and there are a few in their early twenties. Although they look different, they are very similar. They all carry a strong sense of superiority. Looking at his eyes, as if looking at ants.

This made Yan Mingshun very uncomfortable, and he straightened his back subconsciously, like a green pines.

"This kid is not young, but he is not small."

A man spoke. He was about thirty years old, and his appearance was very ordinary. If he was thrown into the crowd, he would soon be submerged.

A man in his early twenties laughed and joked: "The back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the front waves slapped to death on the beach. Looking at these young people, I suddenly feel old."

Another man laughed and scolded: "Fuck you stinky bastard, if you say so, don't I have to jump into the pit and bury it again?"

The group laughed, and the young girls laughed too, although they didn't find it funny, but they had to laugh.