Big Brother is just like that, you’ll never guess his next move, or his next words!
His composure is enough to drive anyone insane, like mom always said, even if bandits co to the door, he still would never seem flustered.
But this composed deanor has an intriguing charm, it piques your curiosity.
It’s like your whole heart has been scratched by a cat. I especially want to tear apart his composure to see exactly what he’s trying to conceal.
Is he hiding sothing, or does he truly not care?
The itching curiosity is truly maddening, but I can’t go mad.
"Oh," Di Xiaxia dropped her head in defeat and smiled awkwardly, "I was just kidding, don’t take it to heart."
"Hmm." Di Mingzhe replied seriously, then remained silent.
Di Xiaxia is speechless and filled with tears, do you know this feeling?
It’s like punching into cotton. Do you understand? Do you understand?
I feel an odd sensation of discomfort, even though I don’t even have balls.
Well, whatever, I don’t care anymore to inflict on what’s in Big Brother’s mind, why should I ponder, why stress over it.
As long as he treats well, that’s enough, since he is my big brother, to be nice to is the way it should be.
When they returned to their private room, the Di family’s three brothers and Nangong Jin sat at the poker table, Gu Qibao, Nangong Ran, Di Jinxuan, and Shi Mo were the only ones left outside.
When Di Xiaxia returned, she laid on the sofa like a lifeless body, she lost her excitent.
I said I wouldn’t think about Big Brother’s thoughts, why the heck am I still thinking about it?
I’m just so irritated!
Gu Qibao and the others were playing dice. Shi Mo didn’t know how, so Di Jinxuan was teaching him. It was his first ti playing, and he was losing dreadfully.
What surprised these girls was Shi Mo’s alcohol tolerance was bloody impressive!
Drinking for half a day, he didn’t even make a grimace nor blink, sitting so formal and slightly awkward, still not really letting loose.
Seeing Di Xiaxia chilling at one side, Gu Qibao ran over and asked, "Sister Xiaxia, do you want to join in?"
Di Xiaxia, still feeling down, perked up upon hearing about playing dice, "Let’s go!"
Gu Qibao was delighted. He played all kinds of gas with Di Xiaxia and the rest, making it completely lively.
In the mahjong room, the four n were playing cards attentively. Nangong Jin was completely at a loss.
He glared at Di Mingzhe while puffing on his cigarette, "Big Brother, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?"
"Hmm?" Di Mingzhe looked over innocently.
Nangong Jin squinted at him while drawing cards, "We’ve played 20 rounds already, you’ve won all of them. Is it right to keep doing it? If you continue, I’ll lose my pants."
Di Mingzhe just smirked, "It’s just peanuts to you, why rush?"
Nangong Jin gave him an exasperated look, I’m not rushing, but you only beat and only . Damn it! Is playing like this even fun?!
"I thought you didn’t play cards?" Nangong Jin continued looking at him suspiciously.
"I play occasionally," Di Mingzhe said casually, picking up Nangong Jin’s discarded card. Then he won again.
Nangong Jin felt like choking on blood.
Di Mingchen tily handed over a cup of tea and laughed elegantly, "Here, cool down."
Nangong Jin had to force a smile, but he still had to continue playing. Damn it!
Isn’t Di Mingjue usually regarded as the gambling god? Why hasn’t he been winning today!
Damn it, he’s definitely been screwed over by the three brothers!
But it’s not like he can fight back.
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