又只剩最后一把了。乔浩看着桌上所剩无几的钞票,叫了声晦气,最近背得喝凉水都塞牙缝,已经好长一段时间都这样了。他从坐下来开始就一直输牌,连对手都看不下去了,劝他收手,等过段时间转了运再来。乔浩偏不信邪,到处借钱,但还是一路输下来,直到这最后一把。他屏住气,慢慢地把底牌翻开,是张小三,小得不能再小了,他沮丧地把牌一丢, Only the last one left. Qiao Hao looked at the table with only a few of the notes, shouting unlucky, recently drink cold water have chiseling, it has been a long time this way. He has been losing his seat since sitting down, even the opponent can not stand it any further, advised him to close his hand and wait for some time to turn fortune again. Qiao Hao partial mistrust, borrow money everywhere, but still lost all the way until this last one. He held his breath, slowly opened the cards, is a small three, too small to be small, he lost a card frustrated,