Chapter 903: I’ve Won by Drawing a Tile!
But Gu Qibao couldn’t help but wipe the thin layer of sweat from Di Mingjue’s forehead, then kissed him on the face to cheer him on, "Husband, you can do it."
Di Mingjue took Gu Qibao’s hand and provocatively looked at Nangong Jin, his face saying, wait, I’m going to take you down in a moment.
Nangong Jin smiled, his face as radiant as a flower, sneakily lit a cigarette, slanted it in his mouth while he drew his cards, and teased, "It’s not my fault I have good luck."
Di Mingchen glanced at him, "Xiaojin, do you know the saying ’the higher you jump, the harder you fall’?"
Nangong Jin blinked, really wanting to say that it seemed to him that the person who had jumped the highest just now was Di Mingchen.
The game they played was very slow, and they were very focused, taking a long time to think before discarding each card.
Of course, Nangong Jin felt the largest pressure, one against three, having to guess the cards of three people was easier said than done.
But really, his luck was too good, it was unstoppable, despite the Di brothers gripping their cards tightly, Nangong Jin still managed to pull off a win by drawing the winning tile himself!
The faces of the Di brothers spelled defeat, this was just fantastic.
Nangong Jin really wanted to laugh out loud, but he held it back in the end, glanced over at the three men, his expression showing he thought the scene was quite amusing.
Di Mingjue and Di Mingchen felt utterly miserable.
How could this be? They’d lost two rounds in a row, what to do?
After a few seconds of sulking, Di Mingchen asked, "Youngest brother, what do you plan to lose?"
Di Mingjue turned his eyes to Gu Qibao, "Wife, what do you think?"
Gu Qibao hesitated for a moment, then spoke tentatively, "Husband, maybe you should just take something off?"
Di Mingzhe seemed very self-conscious, and with a spirit that said he would die before he stripped, he immediately started doing one-handed push-ups.
Seeing this, Di Mingjue and Di Mingchen naturally followed their eldest brother’s lead, no stripping, absolutely no stripping!
So the two of them also started doing push-ups together.
Nangong Ran was still gloating and counting supervising the counts, while Gu Qibao and Di Xiaxia huddled together, watching the Di brothers strenuously doing push-ups, and immediately felt it was quite a sad sight.
Gu Qibao poked Di Xiaxia, unable to resist asking, "Sister Xiaxia, isn’t this something that could be solved simply with taking off a shirt? Why must they be so stubborn?"
Di Xiaxia blinked, her answer somewhat clueless, "I don’t know either."
The Di brothers naturally had their own plans, they could do the one-handed push-ups without an issue, so why strip?
Their goal was unanimously against Nangong Jin.
Because Nangong Jin had a gunshot wound, so if he lost, he definitely wouldn’t be able to do one-handed push-ups, and so...
Another twenty minutes passed and the three brothers finally finished their push-ups, and they really didn’t want to say anything after that.
Especially Di Mingjue, who was in a foul mood, his expression darkening to the extreme as he stood up and coldly said, "Let’s continue."
It was as if he was determined to battle it out with Nangong Jin today no matter what.
Gu Qibao felt deeply sympathetic, oh my, her Duke had been abused quite enough, a thousand one-handed push-ups, if they lost another round, Gu Qibao feared her husband would be utterly spent.
Nangong Jin didn’t waste words or pick at them, and continued the game with them.
Di Xiaxia wiped the sweat from Di Mingzhe and handed him a piece of fruit.
Di Mingzhe took a bite of the fruit, instantly feeling better, and refocused himself for the start of the game.
Fang Hao, who was grilling food in the distance, felt very miserable, and couldn’t help but say to Li Hui, "Your Xiaojin is incredible, managing to beat all three of my sons."