The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

Zhao Meimei's eyes were full of pride, "Of course, my boyfriend is contestant No. [-]. Although he doesn't compete many times, his strength is absolutely superior! You heard me right..."

"Hey, what number are you writing? Didn't you hear me asking you to vote for number five?"

Seeing that Bai Xiran seemed to draw a few numbers randomly, Zhao Meimei was very angry.

The people next to him also echoed, "That's right, you don't understand yourself, why don't you listen to what others teach you."

"It's really stupid. You don't even need to be taught to make money."

Bai Xiran's ears were almost calloused, she looked at the weight left by the man in her hand, thought for a while and called Mo Junzhe.

It seems a bit noisy over there.

After connecting, a man's familiar voice came.

"Hey... I bet on which number will win."

Mo Junzhe raised his eyebrows slightly, listening to the girl's soft voice on the phone, he was in a good mood, "NO.12."

"Oh..." The little woman lowered her voice and rubbed her hands nervously, "Well, are you sure he can win?"

"can."

Everyone else in the background was stunned. Seeing this seldom seen NO.12, who always had a cold face on weekdays, he was actually smiling today?
Someone recognized him, came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Mo, I didn't expect you to come here, but today you want to compete with me?"

Mo Junzhe nodded, with an almost imperceptible smile on his lips.

The man was slightly startled, "Didn't you always just play around?"

"Today is different, my girlfriend is watching."

……

Bai Xiran wrote down NO.12 and called the waiter.

"Down with this."

The waiter stared at the large amount displayed on the data, and was stunned for a while, "You mean, all bet on him?"

"Yeah, he can win."

The waiter swallowed his saliva, this is not a private room, even though it is a VIP, most of them rarely bet such a large amount of money.

Regardless of whether he wins or loses, his commission today is enough...

"Okay, please confirm and sign."

"Wait! What number did you say she voted for?"

"Twelve." Bai Xiran never hides anything, and she doesn't know anything about racetracks, she just came to see something new.

Now, Zhao Meimei laughed directly, "Do you know who NO.12 is? I have seen it a few times before, and every time I run very casually, it is impossible to win the championship."

"Maybe it's different this time." Bai Xi fanned the cool air, looking indifferent.

In fact, she was still a little nervous.

Although Mo Junzhe gave her a lot of money, she just added another 1 yuan.

If she loses, her 1 yuan will be in vain.

"Miss Bai, the total is 12 million. The odds of NO.[-] are [-] to [-]. If he wins, you can get a total of [-] million."

"You just don't know what's good, don't cry when you lose all!" Zhao Meimei warned repeatedly, but was dragged back by others.

"Oh, Meimei, there are such people. We don't need to care about it. She will regret it later if she wins."

Bai Xiran blinked her eyes, then looked at the waiter's sympathetic gaze, her heart pounding.

Could it be... NO.12 is really not good, right?
He sat on the side nervously, staring straight at the field.

The voice of the host came from the venue, "The game will start in 3 minutes, and the players are ready! The betting is about to end... Let us wait and see who will be today's champion!"