Chapter 702

It turned out that just now, Su Qing turned over in her sleep and habitually reached out to hug Zhao Desan, who was beside her. Who knew she suddenly grabbed empty air and woke up immediately, seeing that the space beside her was empty. Where did Desan run off to? Su Qing rubbed her eyes and said somewhat puzzled. It just so happened that she also needed to pee, so she lifted the quilt and got out of bed. While rubbing her eyes, she opened the door and came out, walking straight toward the restroom.

Just as she guessed, when she reached the living room, she saw from afar that the light in the restroom was on. Su Qing smiled faintly, walked over, and twisted the restroom door handle. Who knew it was locked from the inside.

"Desan, why lock the door just to go to the restroom?" Su Qing asked somewhat puzzled.

Zhao Desan was panicked. He knew that if Sister Su saw him holding a phone while going to the restroom, she would definitely be suspicious. He looked around and found there was nowhere to hide the phone. He was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. In his urgency, he stuffed the phone into his shorts. While opening the door, he smiled devilishly and said, "I'm afraid of female ghosts."

Su Qing rolled her eyes at him and said, "There are no female ghosts, but there is a woman."

Zhao Desan smiled devilishly, looked up and down at Su Qing's graceful figure with full breasts and a fat butt, and said with ill intent, "And a woman with an angel's face and a devil's figure."

Su Qing looked at him and, as she walked into the restroom, suddenly saw his crotch bulging. She thought he had a reaction and said with a flirtatious smile, "Hardened?" As she spoke, she reached out to touch it. Where was it erect? It was Zhao Desan's phone stuffed inside that made it look bulging. Zhao Desan immediately dodged alertly and smiled devilishly, "Sister Su, you go to the restroom first. I'll let you touch it properly when we get to bed later." After saying this, he turned around in panic and walked toward the bedroom.

Sure enough, as Zhao Desan said, Baldy Zheng was lecherous because of the alcohol when he called Lan Mei. Once he got to the mahjong table, because his luck was "too good," he forgot about that matter and played mahjong with great interest until five in the morning. The whole night, Zhang Zhang Zhang Jiayin and Lin Lin Lin Dafa were "accompanying the crown prince to study." Except for Zhang Hui, who "accidentally" won a hand because she forgot the secret of the game for a moment, Zhang Zhang Zhang Jiayin and Lin Lin Lin Dafa didn't win a single hand from beginning to end. In such a carefully arranged game, Baldy Zheng's luck was surprisingly good. The whole night was his one-man show. Self-drawn straight, flower on top of a kong... everything that could happen in mahjong, he drew. By five in the morning, Baldy Zheng looked and saw his briefcase was already stuffed with red "Chairman Mao" notes, and even his pockets were bulging. The 500,000 in cash Lin Lin Lin Dafa brought, after "lending" a portion to Zhang Zhang Zhang Jiayin, had less than 20,000 left.

Having won so much money, Baldy Zheng also felt a bit embarrassed. Plus, he was really sleepy. After "habitually" winning this hand, he stretched, yawned, and said with great fatigue, "Let's stop playing. It's too tiring, I can't hold on anymore."

If it weren't for Baldy Zheng's refusal to accept the money openly, Zhang Zhang Zhang Jiayin and the others wouldn't have been as tired as horses all night, having to accompany him with a smiling face and let him win. Now that the money was almost "lost" to him, they were indeed aching all over and exhausted. They looked at the Patek Philippe on their wrists and said, "It's already five o'clock. People are too tired to speak. Let's go then."

"Yes," Lin Lin Lin Dafa nodded.

"Old Zheng, let me open a room for you to rest here. You haven't slept all night. I'm afraid it's not safe for you to drive," Zhang Zhang Zhang Jiayin said with great concern.