Kill Me, Heal Me

Ethan Mo in the corner didn't stand up, but everyone in the private room felt a grave air. Chen Zike glanced back and confirmed that Ethan Mo was not unusual. Was he too sensitive? Ethan Mo had acquiesced. Anyway, it was okay to play only if he would not go too far. He didn't realize that what he thought of as "just play" might be a disaster for others. Ethan Mo did not stop him.

"Okay, that's what you said - you are willing to do anything for the money. No one can say I bullied the girl." Chen Zike screamed and asked the waiter to prepare the dice and drinks. He wanted to play a game. Things were ready soon. The waiter came in and put the tray down and bowed: "Mr. Chen, everything you want is here." Chen Zike snapped his fingers and asked Belle Ye to walk over to the coffee table, she dared not resist and walked forward with her lame legs in a very weird posture. All the men in the room could see clearly, and no one asked her what was wrong, but just held his arms and was interested in enjoying the scene. The lame still came to the nightclub as a lady?

Chen Zike suddenly found it very interesting. Oliver An was right. The ugly woman looked fun. They had seen many beautiful models; such a special clown-like woman easily aroused their minds.

you can't speak until I give you permission, or you nod or shake your head, understand?" At this time, his tone was polite, and there was no arrogance at all. Belle Ye was surprised, looked up at

remembered her identity. Chen Zike didn't bother her either. He pointed to a row of drinks and a pair of unopened dice with dice cups. "Today we come to play dice, and the loser has three options. First: lose once and drink a glass of wine;

they all came around and wanted to play it first, but Chen Zike pushed them aside, "You line up for the queue. Tonight is my gambling game with Ugly Duckling, you are not allowed to intervene." Oliver An waved his hand: "Come on, you go first, I'll drink, ok?" But he thought that Zi Ke was

but could it? Whether she agreed or not, these people would not let her go. Belle Ye once lived in a world where she thought she was in a high rack like them, and she knew their temperament. For her, the three choices were very hot. Belle Ye can only pray that his request would not be excessive, so that she could

water, and it was very familiar to him at first glance. Belle Ye played dice many years ago. After many years past, how can she still remember the skill of playing dice? In contrast, Chen Zike was much more professional. He first listened carefully to the sound of the shaking, and tapped his finger on the table. Everyone who knew him knew that this was his action of counting dice points, and secretly snickered. It seemed that the ugly duckling was about to be bad luck tonight. The crisp collision sound in the porcelain cup was very chaotic. Belle Ye frowned because she couldn't hear the point when the dice stopped. It was all