Out of control and sinking

From beginning to end, Bo Ye didn't even give any directives.

Jiang Ruan played her own game.

I didn't expect to win so quickly!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Si Chen couldn't help but swear: "Damn it, you won already?"

"That's fucking fast!"

Feng Meiling chuckled: "Sister-in-law, you're really good at keeping a low profile. I thought you didn't know how to play. You're so unassuming!"

"Exactly! I thought you were a bronze player, but you're a king!"

The people around them chimed in.

But everyone is praising Jiang Ruan, after all, Bo Ye is here, and half a villa is nothing.

The important thing is to make Bo Ye happy.

Jiang Ruan pursed her lips and smiled modestly, "Luck, luck."

"Your sister-in-law is so lucky."

"We're willing to accept the consequences of our bets."

As he spoke, he saw that they had all handed him a card.

Jiang Ruan reached out and took it.

She knew the rules of mahjong.

Many bets are now made with playing cards instead.

But when he saw the huge stack of cards next to him, almost piled up like a small mountain, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.

That's insane, so many cards!

That's how many villas that would be.

Jiang Ruan couldn't help but sigh, the world of the rich is truly unimaginable for ordinary people.

Who would have thought that the end point that ordinary people might never dare to dream of even after a lifetime of hard work would be the starting point for the wealthy and powerful to squander their wealth at will?

Holding the cards in his hand, he continued to the next round.

Turning around unexpectedly, she met Bo Ye's dark, deep eyes, which were now filled with a smile, as if he was in a very good mood.

After a few seconds of eye contact, Jiang Ruan turned away.

She could still feel that intense gaze. She lowered her eyes and arranged the cards, but a man's long, slender hand with distinct bones appeared near her lips.

Holding a bamboo skewer with a strawberry stuck in it.

The colors are vibrant and very pretty.

"Open your mouth," Bo Ye said. He fed her fruit in front of everyone, and when Jiang Ruan looked up and saw them all staring at her, her face turned bright red.

But she still opened her mouth and bit into the strawberry. The strawberry was big, and Bo Ye patiently fed it to her.

Like feeding a cat, watching her eat it bite by bite.

When he stopped, Bo Ye noticed that her ears were bright red, clearly from shyness.

A smile flickered in his dark eyes.

Feng Meiling noticed the couple's affectionate behavior and couldn't help but feel envious: "Oh, I'm so envious."

"I never thought that Brother Bo would be feeding someone. It's true that having a girlfriend makes a difference between a single person and a single person."

"Simple." Bo Ye said indifferently, "You should find one too."

Feng Meiling glanced at Si Chen subconsciously, then pouted and said, "Forget it, being single is always great."

"Why talk about love? A love-struck person would be digging for wild vegetables."

As she spoke, Feng Meiling said, "I wasn't talking about you, sister-in-law. I was talking about myself."

Jiang Ruan smiled radiantly: "I know."

"However, being love-struck varies from person to person. If you meet the right person, you can give it a shot."

As she said this, Jiang Ruan's gaze swept between Si Chen and Feng Meiling.

It's obvious to everyone that Feng Meiling has feelings for Si Chen.

Si Chen, however, seemed not to understand, and said disdainfully, "Forget it, what man would want a tomboy like her?"

"You have no idea how ruthless she is. Anyone who marries her should be prepared to lose an arm or a leg."

Feng Meiling immediately exploded, raising her hand to shove him: "Si Chen, what do you mean? Am I that cruel?"

"You fucking asking for a beating."

Feng Meiling has always had a fiery temper.

Everyone in the industry knows this.

Si Chen muttered, "You said you weren't cruel, but look at you now, you're like a tigress."

“You…” Feng Meiling was furious.

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Jiang Ruan kindly advised, "Alright, stop arguing."

“He started it first,” Feng Meiling said.

Looking at them, Jiang Ruan smiled and said, "You two are just like a pair of friends I used to know. They have the same personality as you. When you meet, you bicker with each other like enemies. You're always arguing and bickering like a pair of bickering lovers."

"But guess what happened?"