Chapter 191 Injured
Gao Rulang's trump card is Li Xiaoru, which Charlee Ford has long known.
And Li Xiaoru's life background, and her experience over the years, she also let Dallas inquire clearly.
In the morning, the time for selecting raw materials quickly passed by. Charlee Ford still didn't choose any, but looked like an old man visiting the vegetable market. It was hard to see whether she knew gambling stones or not.
When the time came, people went to register the raw materials they chose one after another.
Li Xiaoru chose two pieces, one of which is quite large, about 50-60 kg, and the other is small, but very round, and it looks like 10 kg.
Gao Rulang held out his chest and looked up like a cock who won the battle. He put the raw materials next to him for registration, but he just wrote the words "defiant" on his face.
On the other side, Charlee Ford went out of the inner hall empty-handed, with his hands behind his back.
Xie Minglang, who followed him, was a face of entanglement and gray defeat. In short, it was in sharp contrast with the situation of Gao Rulang.
At this moment, Lydia Collins came out of nowhere, looked at Charlee Ford's empty hand, and scoffed, "You haven't chosen the raw materials yet? Tomorrow is the last day, don't tell me that you can open the best jade tomorrow?"
Charlee Ford glanced at her with a streak of disappointment in his eyes.
William Bryan didn't show up.
"It's none of your business." Charlee Ford didn't bother to talk to her.
"You!" Lydia Collins's angry expression changed and he said angrily, "I already know your bet with Gao Rulang, but a woman like you in easy virtue must not only not mind accompanying him, but also be happy in my heart."
Her words were so vicious that many people next to her looked at them.
Charlee Ford endured the impulse of slapping Lydia Collins's face, and suddenly looked around her carefully, sending out modal particles such as "tut tut" and "ah" from time to time.
Lydia Collins frowned. "What are you doing?"
Charlee Ford smiled: "I have learned a little gossip in the Book of Changes and know fortune telling. I can see that you have always suffered from insomnia and dreams recently. It seems that you have done something wrong before..."
Charlee Ford's silly face came to Lydia Collins's mind in an instant.
Her expression suddenly became ugly: "What are you talking about? I slept well. What bad things can I do? Don't make rumors about me!"
Charlee Ford shrugged. "If you don't believe me, I just want to remind you that those things that scare you will come back to you one day. It's better to do more good deeds during this time."
When she finished speaking, she bypassed Lydia Collins and left.
Lydia Collins gnashed his teeth behind her angrily, but a faint fear rose from the bottom of his heart.
Charlee Ford won't really come back to take revenge on her...
Out of the meeting place, Xie Minglang looked entangled, and finally got up the courage to catch up with Charlee Ford a few steps forward. He said with a face of guilt: "Boss, I'm sorry."
Charlee Ford didn't look back: "What's the matter?"
Xie Minglang sighed and his voice gradually became lower: "I have worked very hard this morning, but the raw material I took a fancy to, Xiaoru, she also... I didn't have the heart, so I gave it to her, sorry for the boss."
"You are sorry not for me, but for yourself and Li Xiaoru." Charlee Ford shrugged his shoulders in a relaxed tone. "But there is still a chance tomorrow, so don't take it too seriously."
Xie Minglang smell speech, can't help but look at Charlee Ford one more time.
Her relaxed meaning is not like fraud, which makes him unable to understand. She doesn't care at all, or has given up completely.
"Boss, tomorrow is the last day of gambling. We didn't open a piece of jadeite. It's really possible..." Xie Minglang hesitated and asked his doubts.
Charlee Ford smiled and didn't answer him. "I'll go back to catch up on sleep first. If you want to see Slab Stone in the afternoon, you can go first. Don't wait for me deliberately."
With that, he turned his footsteps and went in another direction.
The ghee cake she bought last night tasted very good. She planned to buy two more and pack a three-fresh rice noodle by the way. Last night, she smelled the attractive taste.
Carrying two ghee cakes and three fresh rice noodles, Charlee Ford walked briskly back to the hotel room.
As she passed William Bryan's door, she paused for a few more seconds, hesitated, and then raised her hand and knocked on his door.
She was not sure whether William Bryan was still there. This fellow didn't go to the meeting in the morning, and she didn't know why she went.
"Dudu Dudu-"
Charlee Ford waited for about ten seconds, without waiting for a response. She shook her head. It seemed that William Bryan was absent.
She was about to turn back with snacks, but suddenly she heard a voice inside: "Who?"
Just one word.
But the tone is vain, with a hint of inexplicable breath.
Some unhealthy pictures flashed through Charlee Ford's mind.
William Bryan didn't go to the meeting place, and Long Chenyue didn't go either. Two people won't be in his room...
She can't calm down immediately. This man is the one she likes, and no one can rob her!
She quickly patted the door. "William Bryan, open the door for me."
William Bryan recognized Charlee Ford's voice.
There was a rustle in the room, as if he were getting dressed. After about five minutes, the door was finally opened by him.
"What for?"
William Bryan asked coldly and faintly.
Charlee Ford leaned his neck and looked into his room. After sweeping around, he didn't see Long Chenyue. He couldn't help but ask doubtfully, "Are you alone?"
William Bryan: "…"
He paused, raised his hand and knocked her forehead unbearably: "Dirty."
He turned and walked into the room.
Charlee Ford hesitated and chose to follow him in.
Suddenly, the overbearing smell of snacks swept the whole room.
William Bryan glanced at the snack in her hand and frowned. "Eat the roadside stall again?"
"Hmm?" Charlee Ford pondered for a moment and put it on the table. "It's delicious. Would you like some?"
"Don't." He refused coldly.
Charlee Ford put down his snacks and sat on the sofa. When he was about to open the packaging box of rice noodles and eat, he suddenly shrugged his nose and twisted his delicate eyebrows.
"The smell of blood..." She turned to William Bryan and asked him. "Are you hurt?"
William Bryan's action was a meal, and she frowned slightly in her eyes. "Are you a dog's nose?"
Charlee Ford: "…"
She's just sensitive to the smell of blood.
"Where is the injury, show me." Charlee Ford put down the rice noodle and walked towards him.
William Bryan took two steps back and refused: "I have already bandaged it, so I don't need it."
Besides, show her what you can see. She is not a doctor.
When he spoke, he subconsciously protected his waist position, and Charlee Ford glanced obscurely.