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Chapter 259: Unpredictable

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

[I’m very curious about how much Fu Xin spent playing games. That money is probably enough for me to live for the rest of my life.]

[Our boss spent a few million yuan to play a game. I reckon a family with Fu

Xin’s net worth will have more.]

[Astronomical figure. Poverty limits my imagination.]

The hand that covered Jiang Yi’s mouth was kissed gently without noticing.

Fu Xin felt that her entire hand was numb, as if an ant was biting her. This feeling flowed through her blood and into her heart. She was caught off guard. This person looked cold, but he was actually so seductive. Could it be that he had read the flirting guide?

Fu Xin was very nervous, afraid that the audience would see it. She quickly retracted her hand, but her other hand subconsciously touched the place where she had just been kissed. Jiang Yi was different from her. He seemed very calm, as if nothing had happened.

“Leng Bing and the others are done. It’s your turn,” Jiang Yi said and gently pushed Fu Xin.

Only then did Fu Xin pull herself away from the kiss just now. Then, she walked to the drawing area and chanted in her heart for a long time. Perhaps it was Buddha’s blessing, God’s blessing, or something. After drawing, she didn’t dare to look.

She ran to Jiang Yi’s side with the lot and quickly handed it to him.

Jiang Yi was amused by her actions, but he only smiled in his heart.

Leng Bing had drawn an empty lot just now. She had not drawn a gas stove, which meant that she and Liu Canbai had to use an induction cooker. This also greatly increased Fu Xin’s winning rate.

The corners of Jiang Yi’s lips curled up as he held the lot. His hand that was holding the lot was so good-looking. His joints were well-defined, tender, and smooth, unlike ordinary men’s hands. The audience exclaimed that they wanted to have a husband as handsome, good-looking, and rich as Jiang Yi.

Zhang Nan craned her neck to see if Fu Xin had won, but Fu Xin turned her head and closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look.

“Congratulations! Congratulations, Fu Xin. You didn’t get it,” Zhang Nan shouted. Her voice seemed to be filled with mockery, mocking her for being an old child without luck.

Fu Xin sighed and opened her eyes. Actually, she had already expected this outcome, but she was not completely discouraged. Instead, she quickly regained her confidence. “It’s nothing if I don’t draw this time!” Then, she pointed at the sky. “The heavens have eyes. I believe that one day, I will be lucky.”

[I really admire Fu Xin. She’s always so unlucky and always gives herself confidence. If it were me, I would have wilted long ago!]

[Don’t be listless! Fu Xin is still confident. Don’t be discouraged. God will close the door for you and open a window for you.]

[I say, Fu Xin’s luck has probably been used up! She has a good child and a handsome husband, so her luck in the lottery will naturally be worse.]contemporary romance

[If I had to choose, I would rather be like Fu Xin. The child and the husband are more important than the lucky draw. Top, top, top!]

[Hahaha… I was amused by Fu Xin’s nervousness. In the end, my nervousness was for nothing.]

[I think I have a lottery physique. I always win the lottery, but I don’t have such an obedient child or such a handsome husband. God is fair.]

[Why do I feel that it’s unfair? God seems to have given Fu Xin too much. I’m a little jealous of her.]

[We’re talking about the lucky draw now! Where did you guys go?]

[In the end, it has been determined that Fu Xin is not destined to win.]

While Fu Xin was still saying harsh words, Jiang Yi had already started to move. He chose an induction stove by the pool so that it was easier to wash the vegetables and pots.

“Come here for a while,” Jiang Yi shouted. Fu Xin was still trying to see who could get the gas stove when she was called by Jiang Yi.

She quickly replied, “Do you need my help? To wash or cut the vegetables?”

“No need. Come and help me put on my apron,” Jiang Yi said as Fu Xin jogged over. He saw the robot cat apron hanging on the wall and took it off. The director was very attentive. The apron was the same as the theme in the room. Thinking about how Jiang Yi would be wearing this apron later, Fu Xin couldn’t help but laugh.

Then, she helped Jiang Yi put on the apron. Just as she was about to walk around him and tie him up, Jiang Yi controlled her between him and the operating table. She seemed to have been pressed against the wall. And it was under the circumstances of so many people.

Fu Xin was embarrassed and asked softly, “What are you doing?” She looked up and met Jiang Yi’s deep eyes. His eyes were as good-looking as ever. His pupils were dark, like the King of Darkness. Her figure was reflected in his deep eyes. It was as if she was his entire world.

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