At about seven O 'clock in the evening, Chen hansheng received a call from Shen youchu to have dinner. He packed up his change and prepared to go home.
"The winner can't leave!"
A courier from Shen Tong, who had lost more than 100 yuan, mumbled in dissatisfaction.
"Oh, you're quite arrogant."
Chen hansheng sat back down on the stool. Come, come, come. No one is leaving. We'll fight until dawn.
go away!
Zhong jiancheng chased them away impatiently. He had lost more than 600 Yuan to Chen hansheng in the afternoon. This son of a b * tch did not look like a college student at all. As long as it was an entertainment activity, Chen hansheng was well-versed in it.
His chess skill was average, but he could go back on his word.
"Let's go, Xiao Chen."
Wang Zibo held Shen Ningning's hand. if we don't go back now, ah ning will be full after eating her snacks. If we go back, Hu linyu will nag us again.
"I almost forgot about this."
