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... , come on , Bet. "

"Asshole, you have just won my living expenses this month."

"That ... Miss Sunderland, come and bet ..."

"Michelle ... come and bet."

Chen Yan went around and no one was willing to bet.

"Do you believe me once, OK?"

No one paid attention to Chen Ye, even if they believed that Chen Ye couldn't win, but no one was willing to bet again.

"Well, I have no strength to play, I will take a break." Chen Yan said weakly.

"You're he ...

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* Ping’an means peace

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