Qingshan Lake, located in the north of Huahai City, was a good place where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. The beautiful lakeside was lush with greenery, and the environment was quiet and secluded.
On the side of a pedestrian street in Hunan, there were some expensive shops, most of which were luxury brand stores and western restaurants.
The only ancient building that was full of Chinese flavor was a teahouse called "Purple Leaf".
Those who could come here to drink tea were either rich or noble, so even if it was a teahouse, there were still many luxury cars parked in front of the door.
Porsche, Land Rover, and even a few McLarens and Lamborghinis were enough to show that the guests here were of extraordinary status.
"Creak …" "Creak …"
Ye Fan rode his bicycle and leisurely arrived at the entrance of the teahouse.
As soon as he got off the car, he saw a handsome man about twenty-five or twenty-six years old wearing an ancient blue gown and handmade cloth shoes walking out quickly.
"Brother Fan, you're here. Leave the car to me, the young miss is waiting inside." The young man smiled warmly and took the bicycle from Ye Fan's hand.
"Little Zhao, I've told you a few times, there's no need to come out and pick me up." Ye Fan wiped the sweat off his face.
"Brother Fan, it's rare for you to come here. If you came every day, I wouldn't have come out to pick you up."
Ye Fan sighed and tugged at his collar, "It's been hot these past few days, so there's a lot of work to do to fix the air conditioner and fridge. In addition, I have to help students make up for their lessons, so I don't have much time to come."
"Yes, yes, I know that Brother Fan is busy." Little Zhao said and put Ye Fan's dirty bicycle next to a Lamborghini sports car by the door.
Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Little Zhao, why did you put my broken car here? Isn't this affecting your business?"
"It's fine, it's fine. I just saw that Brother Fan's chain is lacking oil. I'll get someone to help you with oil later and do some maintenance." Little Zhao was very meticulous.
Ye Fan couldn't do anything to him. Just as he was about to walk into the Purple Leaf Teahouse, he lowered his head and looked at his dirty clothes and pants. He felt that it wasn't suitable, so he turned his head and planned to go around the back door of the teahouse.
When Little Zhao saw this, he immediately went forward and pulled him, "Brother Fan, please don't go through the back door. If the young miss knows, I can't afford it."
"Look at my outfit, it's dirty and smelly, it's not good for your guests to see it." Ye Fan explained.
Little Zhao's face turned serious, "Brother Fan, Eldest Miss is not that kind of person. She won't mind. Besides, no guest can compare to you."
Fortunately, he didn't meet any guests along the way. He walked all the way to the innermost part of the restaurant, where there was a private room with a lake view.
Little Zhao walked him to the door and didn't dare to enter again. He immediately retreated.
Fan Xian pushed open a carved wooden door and walked in.
As soon as he entered, three cold rays of light shot towards Ye Fan's heart, abdomen, and thighs, as fast as lightning!
"I'll go!"
Ye Fan cried out in alarm, but his feet weren't slow. With a right step, he just happened to make three cold lights flash past him.
"Du du du!"
Three three inches long, thin as leaves, with purple tassels on them, pierced into the wooden door behind Ye Fan!
He originally thought that this was the end, but following that, three more purple cold lights shot towards Ye Fan's heart at an oblique angle!
Ye Fan speechlessly stretched out his left hand and waved it in the air. His four fingers just happened to catch the three throwing knives.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Fan turned his head to look at the inside of the private room. Behind a coffee table, there was a graceful and moving figure.
"Sister Ning, is there a need to go so far as to pierce through my heart?" Ye Fan smiled bitterly.
"Hmph, I just want to see if you really don't have a conscience. You haven't come to see me for so long."
The woman who was humming was wearing a classic white cheongsam with red flowers, which wrapped around her tall and exquisite figure. She had a lustrous oval face, and her skin was fair and rosy. Under a pair of willowy eyebrows, she had a delicate nose, sexy and plump lips, and her fine black hair was tied up high behind her head. Her elegant and graceful temperament was definitely not something that could be cultivated by an ordinary woman.
Ye Fan sighed and pulled out the throwing knives that were stuck in the door one by one, "It hasn't been that long, I just came here last month …"
"You still have the face to say that?" The woman glared at Ye Fan and said flirtatiously, "In the entire Hua Hai City, all the famous disciples who want to see me, Ning Zimo, every day can already circle around Green Mountain Lake. You little scoundrel, even coming here once a month is too much."
Ye Fan smiled, "Sister Ning, distance produces beauty. If we see each other every day, there won't be any novelty. Every time I see you, I feel like an immortal descending to the mortal world. How wonderful."
Ning Zimo narrowed her beautiful eyes and snorted, "Immortal descending to the mortal world? Is your Sister Ning really that beautiful? "
"Of course! You know how honest I am. "Ye Fan said seriously, but in his heart, he suddenly remembered Su Qingxue, who he saw in the afternoon.
In terms of immortal aura, Su Qingxue seemed to be stronger, but Ning Zimo won in terms of beauty.
Ning Zimo pursed her lips and smiled, like a blooming rose, bright and moving.
"Forget it, I'll forgive you, little scoundrel." Ning Zimo walked behind a small mahogany table and called out, "You must be hungry, come and eat. I've prepared all your favorite dishes."
Ye Fan had already smelled the aroma of the food and was hungry. He walked to the table and sat down. When he saw the dishes on the table, he immediately felt helpless.
"How could this be what I like? Even if I liked it, I wouldn't be able to eat it …" Australian abalone, deer antler stewed chicken, papaya snow clams, A5 and beef … If I eat this meal, my nose will bleed. "
Ning Zimo personally scooped a bowl of Thai fragrant rice and handed it to Ye Fan. She smiled, "This is big sister's kind intentions, don't waste it."
Ye Fan took the rice and didn't care too much. He wolfed it down with big mouthfuls. He was really hungry after a busy day.
After two bowls of rice, most of the delicacies on the table were gone.
"Sister Ning, why aren't you eating?" Ye Fan realized that Ning Zimo had been sitting opposite him, holding her cheeks and looking at him with a smile.
Ning Zimo said, "I've already eaten. Besides, I've been on a diet recently, so I don't eat much."
"You're still trying to lose weight, you're already so slim." Ye Fan said as he chewed.
"Losing weight is a woman's life career, you men don't understand." Ning Zimo thought of something and asked, "Oh right, do you like women to be thinner or more fleshy?"
Ye Fan thought for a moment, then grinned and said, "I like to look thin and feel fleshy."
"Little scoundrel, you really have the face to say that. Watch how big sister stabs you to death!" Ning Zimo suddenly took out a throwing knife and threw it at Ye Fan across the table that was one meter wide!
Ye Fan tilted his head and just happened to dodge the throwing knife. He was still eating as he vaguely said, "Sister Ning, that's about enough. Don't use me as a wooden stake to train."
Ning Zimo was discouraged. She pouted and asked, "Ye Fan, just tell me the truth. How many years have I trained hard to be able to hit you?"
"About this …" Ye Fan thought for a moment and said, "About forty to fifty years …"
Ning Zimo rolled her eyes and said hatefully, "Just say that I won't have any hope in this lifetime!"
Ye Fan chuckled. Cultivation was ultimately a matter of talent and diligence. Words like "diligence can make up for stupidity" were meant to comfort those idiots.
After drinking a large bowl of chicken soup and wiping out all the food on the table, Ye Fan sighed in satisfaction.
Just as he was about to take out his Red Double Happiness and smoke one, he saw that Ning Zimo had already brought a Havana cigar to his mouth.
"Don't smoke those cheap cigarettes, it's not good for your body." Ning Zimo reprimanded.
Ye Fan picked up the cigar and shook his head, "It's fine, cheap cigarettes are strong, I'm used to smoking them."
"If I tell you to smoke less, then smoke less. You're only twenty-five, isn't it good to live a few more years?" Ning Zimo complained.
Ye Fan didn't dare to talk back. After all, this woman was doing it for his own good, so he could only change the topic and ask, "Sister Ning, in the chicken soup I just drank, there were a lot of chewy things. Are they sea cucumbers?"
Ning Zimo's beautiful eyes flashed with a strange mischievous look, "You're talking about that, it's half a kangaroo tail that I asked the chef to chop up and put in … …" "I'll give you some nourishment."
Ye Fan opened his mouth and almost dropped the cigar, "Half … … Half … …"
"How is it? You can't tell right? If you chop it up, it won't have much taste. Moreover, it's easier to absorb the essence inside." Ning Zimo saw Ye Fan's expression and smiled even more happily.
Ye Fan suddenly felt that his blood was surging, and the top of his head was about to emit steam.
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