Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

Lucila returned to the box and saw Neto sitting in the middle of the crowd, looking around somewhat distracted.

Seeing Lucila, he raised an eyebrow to show his displeasure.

Lucila walked to the other side and sat down, ignoring him.

Men play with men, so what’s the point of her playing along.

That’s why, just as she sat down, she saw Neto waving at her.

He had to sit down again.

Neto and the boys had run out of dice and were preparing the cards to play.

As soon as he sat down, Neto took his hand and asked him: “Where have you been?

“The bathroom.

His answer, slightly terse, made Neto frown slightly: “That long?

Lucila was a little surprised that he had taken the time to pay attention to her when she was dating all those men before.

She stared at him and whispered in his ear: “Can’t I be constipated?

Neto gagged and reached out to pinch her face, only to be slapped away by Lucila: “Behave yourself with all these people watching”.

He turned his head and, sure enough, he saw the others looking at them.

And when Neto turned his head to look at them, they quickly looked away again, feigning small talk as a cover, but in reality they were all watching her and Neto’s movements out of the corner of their eyes.

Even Marco has a cigarette in one hand, the end of his eyes sweeping this way from time to time.

Neto, who was always brazen and shameless, was embarrassed and let go of Lucila’s hand, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Play cards, play cards! What are you waiting for?”

I don’t know how lucky Neto was tonight, he was very nervous all night.

His hairdressers and friends lamented: “San, if you win more, I’ll have to go out naked today”.

Neto has a cigarette in his mouth, unlit.

He would have liked to smoke it, but Lucila threatened him with three days of not cooking for him, so he had to keep it in his mouth for a dry time.

He passed a scornful glance to the young man who spoke: “You are a loner, what does it matter if you wear clothes or not, I am a family man now, I have a family to support, you are all honest, not a dollar less for me”.

Throughout the night, Neto became nervous and let Lucila keep all the money.

When Marco handed Lucila the money he had lost, she was a little embarrassed at first: “No, take it.

Lucila is not ashamed to take Marco’s. In fact, most of the time she is ashamed to take Marco’s. In fact, most of the time she’s ashamed to take Marco’s.

They played big, and halfway through they lost everything and sent them cash.

Lucila received money hand over fist and, at the end of the day, roughly estimated it to be at least 200, 000 or more.

She was a bit confused, her family also played mahjong and tile games on New Year’s Eve, but those relatives didn’t play that much either, they were all very conservative.

When enough cards had been played, Lucila’s eyes struggled and she yawned as she collected her money.

Neto also rubbed his forehead a little sleepily: “Well, that’s enough for tonight”.

Today he was the boss, and when he gave the order, the group naturally said nothing.

But those who had lost their money were not happy, and one or two of them toasted him with glasses of wine.

It is also all white wine.

Neto is happy to come and go.

When it was Marco’s turn, he immediately opened two bottles of white wine with an unhinged face and handed one of them to Neto.

Neto snorted and said, “You really are my own big brother!”

Marco doesn’t speak to him, he just bows his head and starts drinking.

Lucila felt she had seen a lot tonight.

Still, I was a little worried, would Neto really have no problem with them drinking like this?

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But he bowed his head and drank less than a fifth of it before falling to the ground with a thud.

Lucila couldn’t even count the money and rushed over.

“Neto!”

Marco, with a small amount of wine already in his hand, looked at Neto, turned to the crowd and said: “Let’s disperse for the day”.

The group did not bother with Neto and left two by two.

Carmencita blended in with the crowd and had to follow them out.

Marco spotted her in the crowd and grabbed her by the back of the neck and brought her back.

He had had quite a lot to drink tonight and was a bit over his head and a bit drunk.

When he spoke, he spoke very slowly.

“Carmencita, where are you running to?”

His voice is very deep and hypnotic. When he slows down his speech, he shows a strange tenderness.

As a vocalist, Carmencita’s ears immediately softened.

He turned around and looked at Marco with a smiling, complacent face, “Big brother, what are you talking about? I didn’t run away, I was just seeing if my brother had had too much to drink and if I should take him to his room …”

Marco turned his head to look at Toli, planted on the couch and unmoving, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Do you think it’s stupid?

Carmencita bristled and stopped talking.

Lucila did not notice the interaction between Marco and Carmencita, and with a worried face helped Neto to his feet.

“Neto, what’s wrong with you?

He shouted several times, but Neto didn’t wake up, so he looked at Marco: “Brother, what’s wrong with Neto? Has he had too much to drink?”

The way these men were drinking, it felt terrible just to look at them.

But she knew that Marco was a man of his word and that he was here and would not let Neto run wild, so she said nothing.

Marco was also a little drunk, his face a little flushed, his voice still light: “It’s OK”.

Having said this, he approached Lucila and said: “You get up first.

Lucila obeyed and got up.

As a result, in the next moment he saw Marco throw two kicks at Neto, simple and brutal.

Lucila: “…”

What a brother.

Neto, who was still motionless a moment ago, received a kick from Marco and rolled to sit up, his eyes slightly hooded, “Brother, can you be a little softer?”

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to wake you up with a light kick, people are leaving, stop pretending and go home soon and get some rest”. Marco felt no guilt at all and with those words he took Carmencita away.

Carmencita couldn’t stop looking at Lucila with a “help me” face, she had been hiding from Marco for a long time and now she had been caught, it would be the end of her.

Lucila, however, was so focused on Neto that she did not see Carmencita’s pleading eyes.

Marco saw Carmencita’s small gesture and his face became even more sombre, letting go of the hand holding his shirt collar and taking hers, his voice slightly deep: “What are you afraid of? What am I going to do to you?

Carmencita gritted her teeth: “On the other hand, you did eat me”.

That look, that behaviour, was full of provocation.

Marco’s eyes deepened and a fire leapt from his lower abdomen: “You think I wouldn’t dare?

Carmencita raised her chin, proud as a young panther: “Don’t you dare”.

She would have loved to be “eaten” by Marco!

Marco thought he might really have had too much to drink.

He let go of her hand, with an indifferent expression: “Don’t be ridiculous, it’s too late, I’ll take you back”.