沒一會兒,一個(gè)紅頭發(fā)十幾歲的男孩子,匯報(bào)說,有人給賭場里十個(gè)手機(jī)都發(fā)了短信:“有詐,快跑。”
顧傾城說完這一句話,急忙忙地跑開了。
“有什么是不是真的的?”吉姆怒道,“快滾出去,我現(xiàn)在還要想想劉振武還有什么弱點(diǎn)呢。如果這次貨幣上弄不死他,還有什么可以整到他呢?”
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “別說了。”顧傾城清冷拒絕,“你的占有欲在作怪罷了,你從沒真心待過我。”