novelraw Chapter 900: How Many Rounds Can I Lose with Just One Piece of Clothing?
Chapter 900: How Many Rounds Can I Lose with Just One Piece of Clothing?
The reason I had to torture him a bit was mainly, cough cough, to assert my status as an elder brother, I guess!
Look at this act.
If the three of them didn’t interfere, then the rest was up to Nangong Jin and Di Jinxuan themselves.
So, Brother Jin, you’ve got to pull through, break out first!
Seeing Nangong Jin not dawdling at all, Di Mingzhe was the first to casually lift his lip and spoke in a measured tone, "What’s the rush, sit down first and then we’ll talk."
"Fine." Nangong Jin nodded, tossed the cigarette in his hand, stomped it out, and followed the others over.
What to play? Why, mahjong of course.
The guys asked Fang Hao and the others to free up some seats and they sat down; Fang Hao and her companions had been playing for a while already and were starting to get hungry, so they decided to go eat some barbecue.
But Li Hui was a bit worried, first there was the car accident, and now mahjong, she feared her son might gamble away the family fortune, right?
This was truly depressing!
It must be said that the equipment Fang Hao brought was really amazing, even including the all-powerful Sun-like lighting lamps.
Even though darkness had already fallen, the lights made the place even more abundant, and the atmosphere turned even more charming and lively.
Gu Qibao naturally didn’t leave and continued to calmly eat the fruit at the side.
Di Mingjue walked over, bent down, and kissed her on the lips, whispering softly, "Is it tasty, wife?"
"Hmm. It’s delicious." Gu Qibao nodded her head, very satisfied.
Since she was pregnant, Fang Hao had brought a lot of fresh fruit, and she felt like she was going to burst from eating too much.
Only then did the four men take their seats, and of course, Di Mingzhe also pulled Di Xiaxia to sit beside him.
Seeing the situation, Nangong Ran definitely didn’t join in the excitement and went to sit next to Nangong Jin.
Di Mingchen immediately felt pretty miserable, as no one sat beside him, so awkward.
In a moment of anxiousness, he couldn’t help but motion with his hand, beckoning Di Jinxuan over.
Di Jinxuan wasn’t foolish at all; she didn’t go over at all, feeling that it would be utterly embarrassing, so she decided it was better to stay away.
She simply claimed she was hungry and ran off to eat barbecue with Fang Hao and the others.
Di Mingchen gave a sinister smile and arrogantly raised an eyebrow at Nangong Jin, as if to say, look, my sister doesn’t give a damn about you!
Nangong Jin appeared indifferent, still lazy and relaxed, he slowly curved his lips, "Are we playing or not?"
If not, he was going to keep his wife company.
"Of course, we’re playing." Di Mingchen raised an eyebrow, started the mahjong machine, and then leisurely said, "But gambling can ruin relationships, let’s wager something else later."
"Alright." Nangong Jin was never one for dawdling, he picked up his tiles while lighting a cigarette, glanced at his three brothers, and said, "As long as you guys are happy, we can play it however you want."
Nangong Jin’s straightforwardness naturally won over the three brothers’ hearts.
Di Mingjue nodded, with one arm around Gu Qibao and picking up tiles with the other hand, he said composedly, "Let’s keep it simple then, no need to make it complicated. If you lose, taking off clothes will do."
Di Mingchen: "..."
Didn’t we agree not to get that risqué!
Upon hearing this, the three onlookers including Gu Qibao widened their eyes, damn, stripping? This, this is really!
Nangong Jin looked at himself and said helplessly with a self-deprecating smile, "Boss Ming, I’ve only got one piece of clothing, how many rounds can I play?"
"How about this?" Di Mingchen thought for a moment, then suggested, "Stripping clothes, five hundred single-arm push-ups, your choice, how about that?"
Nangong Jin was speechless, this damn, he only had one shirt on, so if he lost it all, he couldn’t exactly strip his pants, right?
He had no problem doing five hundred single-arm push-ups, but the key issue was that he was still an injured man!