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Chapter 3

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Feng Yue Ying's delicate face was fiery red. She pursed her red lips and lowered her head, not daring to look at the gazes of the people around her.

The surrounding female employees and dormitory aunties were all smiling ambiguously. After all, this was the first time they had seen Feng Yue Ying so shy.

Taking the elevator, they arrived at the 26th floor. The higher the floor of the apartment, the higher the level of the people living there, and the more exquisite the rooms were.

After going down to Feng Yue Ying's level, he was already living in a single room. It was more than a hundred square meters, so it was quite comfortable to live in.

Opening the door and entering the room, there was a faint smell of Dior perfume.

Ye Fan placed Feng Yue Ying on a grey European-style cloth sofa. Seeing Feng Yue Ying biting her lips with a pained expression, he asked, "Department Head Feng, is it very painful?"

"Sigh, I don't know why, but it's getting more and more painful. There are still several important meetings in the next two days, this is troublesome …" Feng Yue Ying's face was full of worry.

Ye Fan thought for a moment and said, "How about I show you?"

Feng Yue Ying was about to thank Ye Fan and send him off, but when she heard this, she couldn't help but wonder, "You know how to look?"

"I know a bit of healing techniques, maybe I can help you recover faster." Ye Fan smiled very sincerely.

Feng Yue Ying remembered that this man seemed to know a bit of martial arts, so he might really know a bit of Chinese medicine. Seeing that Ye Fan was so sincere, rejecting him might hurt his good intentions.

"Then..." Alright then, sorry to trouble you. "Feng Yue Ying's voice carried a trace of nervousness. A single man and a single woman, causing her red lips to purse tightly.

Ye Fan sat on the carpet generously and took off his broken high heels.

Because it was summer, after a busy day, Feng Yue Ying's feet were inevitably sweaty. However, a beauty was a beauty, so there was no stench even after sweating.

After waiting for a while, Feng Yue Ying realized that Ye Fan had his head lowered and didn't move. She couldn't help but wonder, "What are you looking at?"

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Nothing, it's just that Department Head Feng's feet are so beautiful, I couldn't help but take a look."

It would have been better if she didn't say anything, but when she said that, Feng Yue Ying immediately spat out, "Little Hooligan, so you're actually so indecent. I didn't see it before …"

Ye Fan was not embarrassed, "A fair lady, a gentleman's good mate. I am a man, I will definitely like her when I see a beauty. This is just a normal reaction, so you can't blame me.

If you want to blame someone, you should blame yourself for being beautiful … … "

"Alright alright!" Stop talking! " Feng Yue Ying's face was like a ripe peach. She turned her head and muttered, "I only said one sentence and you came up with so many flowery words. Where did you learn all this from …"

Fan Xian said seriously, "I didn't learn it, but it came from the bottom of my heart. Minister Feng … "

"You … If you continue, I'll really get angry!" Feng Yue Ying felt a little strange when she heard a man talking about her feet. Her heart was pounding like a deer. Although she said that she was angry, her tone sounded a little soft and weak.

Suddenly, Ye Fan released the woman's jade foot, stood up and said, "Alright, Minister Feng, try walking down."

Feng Yue Ying was stunned for a moment before she slowly regained her senses. "Already recovered?"

She didn't even notice that when the two of them were talking, Ye Fan had already pinched her ankle for a while.

"If Director Feng wants me to pinch it a little longer, I have no objections." Ye Fan said.

"No … No need." Feng Yue Ying shook her head. She carefully placed her feet on the ground and stood up.

After taking two simple steps, although her feet still hurt a little, it basically didn't affect her anymore.

Feng Yue Ying looked at Ye Fan in surprise, "It's really healed! How did you do it? "

Ye Fan smiled innocently and said, "It's just relaxing my muscles and bones, there's nothing special about it."

"From what I see, if you don't want to be a maintenance worker in the future, you can change your profession and become a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner." Feng Yue Ying smiled sweetly, "Thank you so much, you've helped me a lot today."

Ye Fan said straightforwardly, "It's just a small matter. Director Feng, if there's nothing else, I'll go fix the air conditioner first."

Feng Yue Ying was grateful. She knew that standing up against the White Sharks Gang was not a small matter. Ye Fan also took a lot of risks.

"Ye Fan, we've known each other for a long time, so don't call me 'Director'. You're not a member of our company, so there's no need to call me that …" Feng Yue Ying said.

"Okay, then I'll call you Sister Yue Ying? Is that okay? "Ye Fan asked with a smile.

Feng Yue Ying's face turned red. Actually, she thought that calling her 'Sister Feng' would be enough, but Ye Fan directly called her by her name, so she was too embarrassed to refuse.

"En, anything is fine." Feng Yue Ying said as she walked to the fridge and took out a bottle of ice water. She gave it to Ye Fan, "The weather is hot, drink some water before you go fix the air conditioner."

Ye Fan didn't stand on ceremony and took the mineral water, "Sister Yue Ying, you really love people. Who wants to marry you and enjoy a good life?"

Their relationship seemed to have gotten a lot closer as the way they addressed each other. Feng Yue Ying rolled her eyes at him, "You can tease me as much as you want. If I can't get married, I'll blame you."

"No problem, I'm single too, just nice." Ye Fan blinked.

Feng Yue Ying was completely helpless. Her face turned red as she said, "You … You only know how to tease your sister. Hurry up and leave after you're done drinking. I'm ignoring you!"

Ye Fan didn't expect this beautiful department head to blush so easily in private. He felt that it was quite interesting, but he just teased her a little. He wouldn't go too far, so he said goodbye to Feng Yue Ying and walked out of the room.

After Ye Fan left, Feng Yue Ying's face revealed a hint of worry. Although nothing happened today, she didn't know what to do if Wang Jiu sent someone else over.

"Looks like... I'll have to go on a business trip tomorrow to avoid trouble." Feng Yue Ying had a lot on her mind and there was a faint trace of fear on her face.

… ….

An hour later, Ye Fan, who had finished repairing the three air conditioners, received his salary from Auntie Zhao and walked out of the apartment.

Ye Fan rubbed his stomach. He had to find a place to eat dinner.

But just as he was about to go get his bicycle, Ye Fan discovered that behind the two flower beds at the entrance of the apartment, there seemed to be a few sneaky figures, glancing at the apartment from time to time.

Ye Fan frowned. He didn't need to think to know that those were the people sent by Ninth Master Wang to keep an eye on Feng Yue Ying.

Logically speaking, this had nothing to do with him, but Feng Yue Ying was a good girl with a good heart. It wasn't easy for her to work hard in the big city for so many years. He couldn't bear to see such a delicate flower being ruined.

Ye Fan took out his red double happiness, put one in his mouth, and walked in front of the three hooligans.

"Bro, do you have fire?" Ye Fan asked with a polite smile.

A yellow-haired hooligan glanced at him in disdain, "Who the f * ck is your brother? F * ck you, scram!"

"Your quality is too low, you can only blame yourselves for getting beaten up."

Ye Fan sighed, raised his hand and threw a punch, hitting the yellow-haired hooligan's face as fast as lightning!

"Aiyo!" The yellow-haired hooligan screamed and was directly knocked to the ground.

The other two hooligans were dumbfounded. This poor and pedantic guy, how could he be even more tyrannical than them?

The two of them immediately wanted to retaliate, waving their fists at Ye Fan from the left and right.

However, Ye Fan didn't even look at them. He took a step forward and just happened to dodge the two fists. He turned around and raised his leg, kicking the two hooligans' buttocks.

The two hooligans didn't even realize that the person had disappeared and directly fell to the ground. Both of them fell to the ground and complained incessantly.

At this moment, the yellow-haired man endured the pain and crazily kicked at Ye Fan. However, that leg was blocked by Ye Fan's arm in mid-air, causing him to feel as if it was about to break!

"My leg!" The yellow-haired man cried out in pain and fell to the ground. He hugged his calf and tears were about to flow out.

Ye Fan stepped on the other hooligan who was about to get up, bent down and took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette for himself.

After taking a puff and exhaling a white smoke ring, Ye Fan coldly looked at the three trembling guys.

"It's so hard to borrow a fire. If you had taken it out earlier, wouldn't it have been less troublesome?"

The yellow-haired man and the other two could tell that this young man was a martial artist. They, who pretended to be tough, were no match for him and could only admit defeat.

"Big brother, we are only following orders. Please spare us, my legs are about to break …" The yellow-haired man smiled, but his smile was uglier than crying.

Ye Fan didn't have the mood to waste his breath on them, "Don't let me see you guys again."

The yellow-haired man and the other two felt as if they had been granted amnesty. They nodded vigorously, got up, and immediately ran away with a limp.

After the three of them ran away, Ye Fan happily put the lighter into his pants pocket. He then turned around to look at the brocade apartment and frowned.

Although the three hooligans who were monitoring him had been chased away, that Wang Jiu would sooner or later send someone to make a move on Feng Yue Ying.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Fan took out his phone and made a call …

"Sister Ning, I'll go to your place for dinner …" Yes, don't make it too complicated, just make it simple … "No need to pick me up, I'll ride my bike there."

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