This group of people were all experts in fighting, but it was a pity that in Ye Fan's eyes, they were just a group of three year old dolls.
Ye Fan grabbed one with each hand and threw them onto the concrete floor outside. Not a single hoodlum could bring Ye Fan any trouble.
Feng Yue Ying watched as the man threw these hoodlums out like a sandbag. She was completely stunned.
For a time, the screams of the hoodlums rose and fell one after another. Each and every one of them had their arms and legs broken. They didn't even know how they were thrown out.
After Ye Fan finished dealing with this group of hoodlums, he clapped his hands and said, "Tell Fan Qiao that I have already arrived. If you want to collect the debt, it's fine, but it's his fault to capture him. Tomorrow is the deadline for releasing him. If anything happens to Feng Yuanxiong, Fan Qiao himself can forget about living."
The yellow-haired hoodlum held onto his broken arm and retreated as he spoke ruthlessly. "You … Just you wait! Master Fan will let you see the King of Hell tomorrow!
"As they shouted, the group of people fled, not daring to stay a moment longer.
After they left, Feng Yue Ying walked into the house and looked around at the completely messy house. Her eyes were red as she said, "I haven't been back for a long time. I didn't expect that when I came back this time, the house would be like this."
"If it's a mess, just tidy it up. It's no big deal." Ye Fan walked to the corner of the wall, picked up the broom and dustpan, and said with a smile, "Let me help you clean up. Men and women work together, so it's not tiring."
Feng Yue Ying looked at the man's relaxed smile, and her gloomy mood was released a little. It was as if she had a place to rely on, so she nodded with a smile.
The two of them cleaned up together, and were busy until almost two in the morning. Finally, they managed to tidy up the messy house.
When it was time to sleep, Feng Yue Ying brought Ye Fan into her parents' bedroom.
"You sleep here, I'll sleep in my room," Feng Yue Ying said.
However, Ye Fan pulled the woman and said seriously, "Ying Ying, I'm afraid that if a bad guy comes in in the morning, I won't be able to protect you in time. You should sleep with me."
Feng Yue Ying looked at Ye Fan's serious face, and couldn't tell what the man's intentions were. Did he really want to protect her, or did he have other thoughts?
"Ying Ying, you don't believe me?" Ye Fan looked disappointed.
"No …" "No, I understand, then let's go together." Feng Yue Ying actually didn't want to think too much about it, she was just a little nervous in her heart.
Because of the cold weather, the two did not need to bathe. After a simple wash, they went to bed to rest.
Although each of them was covered by a blanket, it was the first time that the two of them were sharing the same bed.
The lights went out, and the room was dark.
Feng Yue Ying hadn't had a good rest these few days, so she was very tired all of a sudden. But because she had a lot on her mind, she couldn't fall asleep.
Actually, Fan Xian didn't need to sleep at all. He wanted to take advantage of the dead of night to have a good chat with a woman.
"Yingying, I haven't had the chance to ask you how you found out about my marriage with Qingxue."
Feng Yue Ying's back was facing the man. After a moment of silence, she said, "It's the old madam, she told me everything …"
Ye Fan also confirmed his guess. Actually, if Su Qingxue didn't say this, then it would most likely be Bi Shuqin's actions.
However, Bi Shuqin was thinking for her granddaughter, which was undeniable.
"Ying Ying, come closer, let me hug you." Ye Fan lifted his blanket and wanted to get into the woman's bed.
But Feng Yue Ying quickly avoided it and said, "Don't be like this, you're Director Su's husband, we can't be like this …"
Ye Fan sighed, "If you heard everything from grandma, then you should know that part of the reason why I married Qingxue was because of the company's shares.
Of course, I don't deny that I also like Qingxue, but I also like you. Do you really not have feelings for me? "
"Since you're married to Director Su, you can't like me anymore …"
"Why? "How can I control my heart?" Ye Fan said.
"This …" "That's not right." Feng Yue Ying didn't know how to explain.
Ye Fan chuckled, "Unless you don't like me, I won't give up on you. I told you this before, have you forgotten?"
Feng Yue Ying was silent. She curled up in her blanket and bit her red lips, not daring to make a sound.
Ye Fan thought for a while, then thought of an idea and said, "Ying Ying, I remember the last time I watched a thriller movie with you, you weren't afraid at all. How about I tell you a ghost story tonight? Why don't you try your guts?
Feng Yue Ying's delicate body trembled. Why was a man telling a ghost story in the middle of the night? This was different from watching a movie …
Seeing that the woman didn't react, Ye Fan began to speak, "In the past, there was a couple who often quarreled. Finally, one day, due to the intense quarrel, the husband picked up a fruit knife in a fit of anger and accidentally killed his wife.
The husband secretly took his wife's body deep into the mountains and buried it. He was afraid that the child would ask about his mother when he got home, so he tried his best to think of a set of words.
However, the first day passed, the second day passed … Until the sixth day, the child didn't ask about his mother. The husband felt that it was very strange and finally couldn't help but ask the child …
'Son, you haven't seen your mother for so many days, aren't you sad? Why don't you ask where Mom went? '
Unexpectedly, the child looked at his father in confusion and said, 'No, it's just strange. Dad, why do you keep carrying Mom on your back?' … "
Just as she finished speaking, Feng Yue Ying's entire body suddenly turned around and threw herself into Ye Fan's embrace.
Ye Fan hugged the woman, smelling the fragrance of the woman's hair, and said with a smile, "Ying Ying, look, you still like me."
"You want to die …" Telling this kind of story … "How can I sleep …" Feng Yue Ying was so scared that she was about to cry, and her heart was thumping.
Ye Fan extended his hand and lifted the woman's chin. Without any explanation, he lowered his head and kissed her.
In the darkness, Feng Yue Ying opened her beautiful eyes wide. The fear in her heart was instantly dissolved, and what followed was a warmth that was like the melting of winter snow.
After a long time, the lips of the two parted. Ye Fan caressed the woman's hair, "Go to sleep. Tomorrow, things will be over."
Feng Yue Ying's head was dizzy. Her heart felt like it was rippling on the surface of a warm lake. It was quiet and comfortable, causing her to gradually fall asleep …
At dawn, Fan Qiao's men did not immediately come over. This made Ye Fan feel rather strange.
After Feng Yue Ying got up, she made some simple breakfast. After serving the man, she made Ye Fan wear slippers and took away Ye Fan's pair of leather shoes.
"Ying Ying, what are you doing?" Ye Fan walked to the grain-sunning field and found Feng Yue Ying washing her leather shoes with a brush.
Feng Yue Ying looked back and smiled, "You stepped on a lot of mud last night, let me help you wash it."
Ye Fan was stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the woman. This made Feng Yue Ying a little embarrassed, and she asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Other than my mom, you are the first woman to wash my shoes." Ye Fan said. Even during his days in the orphanage, he washed his shoes himself.
Feng Yue Ying's expression froze for a moment, and then a trace of red appeared on her face. She turned around and continued wiping.
The atmosphere was a little ambiguous, and Feng Yue Ying didn't know how to respond. She could only ask, "Where are we going to wait? Why hasn't Fan Qiao sent anyone over? "
Ye Fan also felt that it was strange. Logically speaking, after last night's incident, Fan Qiao should have aggressively found someone to deal with him.
As time dragged on, he was afraid that something would happen to Feng Yuanxiong, so Ye Fan planned to take the initiative to look for Fan Qiao.
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