family, who started with gambling, do such a thing. It seems that you and your family don't want gambling cards, and the entertainment palace doesn't want to open them!"Cui Yingxia looks cold. She or...Chapter 1855

12:00 in the evening.

it should be time for midnight snacks.

at this point in time, Moduhui should have closed a long time ago, but when Ye Hao came, he found that the place was brightly lit and was once again chartered by Wang Huaqing.

Wang Huaqing sat in the middle of the hall this time, carefully cutting the bloody steak in front of him.

he eats carefully and slowly, as if tasting the blood in his mouth.

in addition, there is an old man in Tsing Yi who looks like a fairy wind. The old man is holding a piece of dust in his hand and flipping through a moral sutra by himself.

if the mobile phone screen in front of him didn't light up occasionally, it would probably give people the impression that he is a god who doesn't eat human smoke and fire.

Ye Hao casually opened the chair opposite Wang Huaqing, sat down, and ordered a bowl of Sliced noodles.

after the waiter brought the noodles up, Ye Hao picked up the chopsticks, ate and said, "Mr. Wang, I don't know what to do in the middle of the night."

Wang Huaqing appears to be much more enthusiastic now than he was at the last meeting.

Ye Hao ordered only one bowl of noodles. As soon as he waved his hand, he immediately saw a waiter serving a delicacy that had already been prepared.

after everything was ready, Wang Huaqing smiled and said, "since Ye Shao hasn't eaten yet, you can try to see if these things are to your taste."

"if you don't like it, feel free to ask. I'm sure the chef can do anything you can think of."

but despite his enthusiasm, he did not introduce the identity of the Tsing Yi Taoist.

Ye Hao, holding chopsticks, said to himself, "I'm not interested in anything else. A bowl of noodles will be fine."

"after all, taking advantage of people with short hands and eating people with soft mouths, what I fear most is to owe this kind of favor!"

while speaking, Ye Hao also took out a hundred-yuan bill and left it on the table, indicating that he had to pay the bill himself this time.

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this scene made Wang Huaqing's pupils shrink slightly.

and the Tsing Yi Taoist who was reading the moral Sutra next to him also looked up at Ye Hao, with a look of disgust on his face.

obviously, he doesn't like Ye Hao, a young man who doesn't know how to behave at all.

and after Wang Huaqing stared at Ye Hao for a moment, he was also a little upset.

he has seen all the sixth generations of Modu.

Xie Shaocheng is headstrong, Shen Yu is gentle, and Zhen long is ambitious.

every son has his own character.

but none of them has the same personality as Ye Hao, giving people the feeling that a dog bites a tortoise and doesn't know how to start.

if there is no way, Wang Huaqing has no interest in approaching Ye Hao at all.

after all, he suffered a big loss from the last president token.

so now when Wang Huaqing faces Ye Hao, he is extremely afraid.

but remembering that he asked for help today, Wang Huaqing had to smile and said, "Ye Hao, you do things so simply and directly, and act so casually, which shows that you are thorough and direct, and this character is what I admire most."

"because such young people are more pleasant to get along with than self-righteous wily people."

"it can only be said that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves forward!"

at this point, Wang Huaqing looks with emotion again and again.

"to be honest, I can kind of understand why my daughter thinks so highly of you now."

Ye Hao smelled Yan and slammed the chopsticks in his hand and said, "Thank you for Vice President Wang's praise."

"do not know whether the last club chief token works well"

"with it, did you successfully become branch president"

:. : to Li Yabiao."you can't kill me like this, you have to do this!"while speaking, Ye Hao crushed the foreign wine bottle in Li Yabiao's hand with a click, revealing the sharp mouth of the foreign wine...