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My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner novel Chapter 34

Before Sylvie moved, Kieran threw all the cards on the table.

He did it carelessly, but the cards fell on the table with a loud sound, and the greasy man shuddered and stopped his move.

Although Kieran was cold and did not speak, everyone watched his face carefully and worshipped him.

Now when he threw the cards, the luxury box, which had been noisy at first, suddenly fell silent.

That greasy man obsequiously looked at Kieran, "Mr. Kieran..."

Kieran put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, and then took a look at the beauties next to him, "Stay away from me."

Although the two beautiful women did not want to leave, they dared not offend Kieran and walked away.

Kieran lifted his eyelids to see the greasy man. He did not speak, but his eyes were cold, and icy.

The greasy man got cold sweat, but he often come out to play, so he understood that Kieran was interested in this woman, so he said, "Beauty, you lose at cards, it's time to drink with us, and you owe thirty million. If you can’t pay thirty million, you are now allowed to walk out from this room. The richest man here is Mr. Kieran, drink with Mr. Kieran and see if he can pay thirty million for you."

Sylvie curled her fingers, stood up, took a glass of wine and looked at Kieran, "Mr. Kieran, I propose a toast to you."

Kieran looked at her, "Do you think I will drink it?"

He didn't drink it.

He embarrassed her.

Sylvie, holding the glass of wine, froze in the air.

-- Beauty, many women want to drink with Mr. Kieran, buy they have no chance. Show some sincerity.

-- Yes, Beauty, you are not sincere. Of course Mr. Kieran won't drink it.

Including the greasy man, everyone knew the meaning of Kieran. Although he had a beauty around him just now, he was just smoking and playing cards, looking gloomy and untouchable, no one dared to talk to him.

Now Sylvie was here and Kieran was obviously interested in her.

No one dared to rob Kieran’s woman.

Sylvie twisted eyebrow and said, "Mr. Kieran, what do you want? Say what you want, and if I can give it, I will give it."

Kieran put his hand on her slender white wrist and pulled her over.

Sylvie directly fell to his thigh. The red wine in the glass was not a lot, otherwise it would all spill out.

Through the thin clothing, Sylvie could feel his strong and fine thigh muscle of the man under buttock, which was different from her soft and boneless body. It was hard and full of strength.

Sylvie’s earlobe went red. She wanted to stand up, "Mr. Kieran..."

"Feed me." He cut her short.

Feed him red wine.

Sylvie’s pupils contracted. She looked at him in daze. How could put forward ambiguous demand?

Kieran looked at her bright pupil. She now was stunned, not as stubborn and unyielding as just now which made him angry. Now she looked pretty cute.

"What, don't you understand me or you don’t want to? Get off my lap if you don't want to."

"..."

He was the one who pulled her on his lap every time, and he was the one who let her go.

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