Silence all the way to the ghost.

Chu Yu was always observing Yan Tao, but he could not see anything.

Chu Hengzhi had already been waiting there in the VIP room.

She was still in a light Tang suit, with a gentle smile on her lips as gentle as the spring breeze. When she saw Yan Tao coming in, she stood up and shook hands with her, "Sir, we're meeting again."

It seems that Yan Tao is fifteen years old, and most people will habitually look down on it.

But Chu Hengzhi was not like this.

His attitude and tone of speaking were very gentle, which made people feel full of favor.

The                  The Marseille of ghost has been established for many years and has long been formed in a certain scale.

There is a professional horse farm to raise horses and take care of them carefully. Each horse is a good foal of extremely outstanding breed.

The Qing Gang has some relationship with the Xuanmen, and Chu Hengzhi and Qi Zhi have a good relationship with each other. He also knows many things about the Xuanmen Taoism.

Including the fact that Yan Tao took the Seven Star Sword.

The two of them talked casually about topics, and Yan Tao's answer was always clear. He did not even reveal any news, but instead brought a lot of things out of Chu Hengzhi's mouth.

Of course, some of this is why Chu Hengzhi wanted to win over Yan Tao.

However, the young man's mature and calm style also made Chu Hengzhi secretly shocked.

His eyes were on the boy.

Yan Tao wore a white shirt. Her temperament was as tall and proud as bamboo and pine. Her black hair was quite messy, and her red lips were slightly raised, and her posture was full of nobleness.

She leaned lazily on the sofa, her face as handsome as a demon. If he were a woman, she would probably be provoked and her heart beat faster.

Chu Hengzhi's slender fingers turned into the red wine glass, and the wine in the glass was as red as blood. He closed his eyes and sipped, and his tone was already a little closer, "... Today's Marseille, why not follow the young gentleman?"

Yan Tao asked in a faint voice: "Has the bet started?"

Chu Hengzhi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought that Yan Tao first came to the ghost                                                     �

He actually ignored it.

"Sir, please take a look at the horses participating in the Marseille this time."

The rules of Marseille are simple.

With six horses in one game, you can buy horses with a big win and bet.

If you are sure, you can buy different horses at the same time and bet on the horse's rankings.

The more you buy, the more you earn, the more bonus you get.

Chu Hengzhi led Yan Tao to the open private room on the second floor of the horse farm. Under the railing was the horse racing track, which was very clear.

The breeder has already taken the horse on the track and prepared. They have to lead the horse around the field for a week before the competition, which is also a chance to observe the horses close to make a choice for those participating in the gambling game.

Yan Tao stood in front of the railing and glanced at the stadium.

She was very good at giving birth, but after walking out of the box and leaning on it for two minutes, many ladies and ladies were frequently watching.

"Which young master is that?"

"So handsome!"

"Why have I never seen it in Ao City? Oh, he looked over and he glanced at me!"

The girl in pink squeaked excitedly and screamed. The best friend next to her gave her a blank look and snorted, "It's obviously looking at me!"

"You have bad eyes, right?"

"You have a bad look! You are clearly looking at me!"

“…”

Young Master Yan retreated silently.

I thought a little sadly: Why do I look so good?

Why can't I flirt with my wife?

The racecourse has a huge venue. As the leader of the Qing Gang, Chu Hengzhi's private room can be said to be the best position.
Chapter completed!