The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Silent all the way to THE GHOST.

Chu Yu has been observing Yan Tao, but he can't see anything.

He led Yan Tao into the VIP room, where Chu Hengzhi had already been waiting.

Still wearing a light-colored Tang suit, with a warm smile like a spring breeze on his lips, when he saw Yan Tao coming in, he stood up and shook hands with her, "Xiao Mister, we meet again."

It seems that at Yan Tao's age, fifteen years old, most people would habitually underestimate him.

Chu Hengzhi was not like that.

His attitude and tone of speech are very gentle, which makes people feel very good.

THE GHOST's Marseille has been in operation for many years and has already formed a certain scale.

There are professional horse farms to raise horses and take good care of them. Every horse is a high-quality foal with an outstanding breed.

The Green Gang has some relationship with Taoism, and Chu Hengzhi has a good personal relationship with Qi Zhi, and he also knows many things about Taoism of Taoism.

Including Yan Tao taking the Seven Star Sword.

The two chatted about some topics casually, and Yan Tao's answer was always watertight, not even revealing the slightest information, but instead got a lot of things out of Chu Hengzhi's mouth.

Of course, part of this was the reason why Chu Hengzhi wanted to win over Yan Tao.

However, Chu Hengzhi was secretly startled by the youthful and calm demeanor.

His eyes kept falling on the boy.

Yan Tao wore a white shirt, with a temperament like bamboo and pine, tall and proud, black hair was a bit messy, the corners of the dark red lips were slightly raised, and his posture was full of dignity.

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

Chu Hengzhi turned the red wine glass with his slender fingers. The wine in the glass was as red as blood. He closed his eyes and took a sip, his tone already a little friendly.

Yan Tao asked in a low voice: "Have you started a gamble?"

Chu Hengzhi was stunned for a moment, and it suddenly occurred to him that Yan Tao first came to THE GHOST to gamble.

He had been ignored.

"Little Mister, you can take a look at the horses participating in the Marseille this time."

Marseille's rules are simple.

There are six horses in a race, and you can bet on the horse with the best chance of winning.

If you are sure, you can buy different horses at the same time and bet on the ranking of the horses.

The more you buy, the more you win, the more bonuses.

Chu Hengzhi led Yan Tao to the open box on the second floor of the racecourse. Under the railing was the horse racing track, which he could see very clearly.

The breeders have already led the horses on the track to prepare. They will lead the horses around the field to warm up before the competition. At the same time, it can be regarded as an opportunity for the participants to observe the horses closely so that they can make a choice.

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

She had a very good life, but after walking out of the box for two minutes, she attracted the attention of many ladies and ladies.

"Which family is that young master?"

"It's so handsome!"

"Why haven't I seen it in Aocheng before? Oh, he looked over, he took a look at me!"

The girl in pink held her face and screamed excitedly. The girlfriend next to her rolled her eyes and snorted softly, "You're obviously looking at me!"

"You have bad eyesight, don't you?"

"You have bad eyesight! You are obviously looking at me!"

"..."

Young Master Yan backed away silently.

Thinking slightly melancholy: Why do I look so good-looking.

Why can't I get my wife?

The racecourse is huge, and as Chu Hengzhi is the leader of the Green Gang, his box can be said to be the best place.

Seeing Yan Tao coming back, Chu Hengzhi smiled and ordered someone to bring the sign in front of him: "Which horse do you want to choose?"