After Wang Fan left the barbecue stall, he was planning to find a hotel to take a shower, change clothes, and then go find Song Rumei.
But he had just found the hotel, and before he could get in, the phone rang first.
"Hey, who is it?" Wang Fan glanced at it and saw that it was an unknown number and couldn't help but frown.
"It's me." A soft voice came from the other end of the phone, and there seemed to be some worry in the voice.
Wang Fan immediately recognized that this was Song Rumei, and he quickly asked, "Mr. Song, what's wrong? Did something happen?"
"I want to see you. Can you come to my place now? I'm in the presidential suite of the Red City Hotel." Song Rumei said directly. ??
"Okay." Although Wang Fan felt that Song Rumei was a little abnormal, he still agreed simply.
He didn't think much and drove directly to the Hongcheng Hotel.
Wang Fan knew that Zhong Lan and the woman in white were probably with Song Rumei, but he didn't care.
It would be fine if those two people were honest. If not, Wang Fan wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson.
The Wang Fan at this time is not the Wang Fan of the day. Even if he cannot defeat the woman in white and Zhong Lan join forces, it is impossible for the two of them to keep him, Wang Fan.
What's more, Wang Fan didn't believe that Song Rumei would harm him.
More than an hour later, Wang Fan arrived at the Hongcheng Hotel. During the time in the car, his injuries healed again and his strength recovered to 80%.
Although the front desk lady looked at Wang Fan a little strangely, after all, Wang Fan looked dirty and had dirt on his body. He really didn't look like someone who could live in the Red City Hotel.
However, after Wang Fan reported his name, she obediently asked someone to take Wang Fan to the presidential suite. Apparently, she had been notified in advance.
"Wang Fan." When Song Rumei saw Wang Fan, she rushed over with a fragrant wind and threw herself into Wang Fan's arms.
She was also worried that Wang Fan would not come over
Well, she had been on tenterhooks for more than an hour. Now that Wang Fan finally did not disappoint her, she was relieved.
"Mr. Song." Wang Fan also hugged Song Rumei. He took a greedy breath of Song Rumei's long-lost fragrance, then let go of Song Rumei and looked at the woman in white and Zhong Lan on the sofa.
Wang Fan knew that these two people sitting here openly must have bad intentions. He probably already knew that he was the bearded man in disguise, and even guessed that the withered yellow grass was in his hand.
"Ah, beautiful sister, Mrs. Zhong, I didn't expect you to be here too. Why, are you waiting for me to eat together? I happen to be hungry too, let's go eat quickly."
Wang Fan looked at the two of them and said with an exaggerated expression.
They always say hello when they meet. If they don't speak, Wang Fan has no choice but to speak first.
"Eating? I don't have your thoughts. Let me ask you, do you have the withered yellow grass in your hand?" The woman in white did not speak, but Zhong Lan gave Wang Fan a cold look and asked directly.
"Withered yellow grass?" Wang Fan frowned, "What is withered yellow grass? I have never heard of it. Mrs. Zhong, are you mistaken?"
Wang Fan sneered in his heart. These two people really came for the withered yellow grass. They just wanted to admit it to themselves, so stop dreaming.
Even if everyone is aware of some things, but they just don't admit it, what can they do to them if they have the ability to rob them?
What's more, Wang Fan doesn't know if these two women have recorded anything. If he admits it and they expose it later, he will be in big trouble.
"Pretending? You're pretending to me, right? You went to the snowy mountains, don't you know about withered yellow grass?" Zhong Lan sneered and twisted.
He looked at Song Rumei.
"I'm right, it's impossible for him to give out yellow grass for you. In his heart, you are not even comparable to a single leaf of yellow grass, let alone compared with yellow grass.
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When Wang Fan heard this, he immediately became angry, "Mrs. Zhong, I am not calling you madam for your sake, but for Mr. Song's face."
"Don't think that I don't dare to touch you because of President Song's protection. Let me tell you, I dared to stab you a few times back then, and I still dare to do so now. Do you believe it?"
"It's just that it was a pity that I didn't stab you to death. This time, I will definitely not have any regrets."
Wang Fan sneered and started to threaten directly. ??
This old woman actually instigated a relationship between herself and Song Rumei in front of Song Rumei. She was simply seeking death.
"You!" When Zhong Lan heard this, he immediately stood up angrily, "Meimei, look, look, this is the man you like."
"He dares to threaten me in front of you. What if you weren't here? Haven't you seen his appearance clearly?"
Wang Fan sneered directly, "Don't make fun of Mr. Song. We both know what you are, so why do you need to act?"
"Face is earned by oneself, not given by others. Even if others can give it to you once, they will not give it to you a second time."
Zhong Lan was trembling with anger. Although Wang Fan was not at odds with her at first, he would still give her some face in front of Song Rumei.
But now, Wang Fan actually doesn't like her at all. How can she endure this?
When Song Rumei saw Wang Fan and Zhong Lan arguing like sparks hitting the earth, she felt a little headache and quickly stood up.
She looked at Wang Fan and asked seriously, "Wang Fan, can you tell me the truth? Do you have the withered yellow grass in your hand?"
Wang Fan sighed
Angry, he wanted to say he wasn't there, but looking at Song Rumei's eyes, he couldn't.
He didn't want to deceive Song Rumei.
"Yes." Wang Fan nodded feebly.
"What a bastard, you really have the yellow grass in your hands, so why don't you admit it?" Zhong Lan screamed, "Do you want to take the yellow grass to yourself?"
She screamed, and without waiting for Wang Fan's reply, she looked at Song Rumei again, "You heard it, right? I didn't wrong him, right?"
"He set up a trap to frame you. His purpose is to take away the withered yellow grass and devour it for himself, while also arousing your favor and sympathy."
"He is a wolf in sheep's clothing!"
Zhong Lan almost screamed.
When Wang Fan heard this, he really wanted to go over and slap the old woman twice, but with Song Rumei here, he was really embarrassed to do it, so he could only endure it.
"Zhong, please keep your mouth clean and don't slander anyone. My patience has its limits. If you push me hard, I will kill you even if Mr. Song is here."
Wang Fan's voice was cold, "You say I set up a trap? I want to monopolize it? It's a joke! If I want to monopolize it, I will admit that the withered yellow grass is in my hand. Do you have any fucking brains?"
"Don't talk about so many high-sounding reasons. It's right that the withered yellow grassland was in Mei Mei's hands first, right? Now it's in your hands, right? What else is this if it's not a trap set up by you?"
Zhong Lan was almost losing his mind and rambling, "Didn't you say that you didn't set up a trap and didn't want to monopolize it? Well, you can bring me the withered yellow grass."
Wang Fan was a little speechless. He felt very funny, "Why should I give it to you with the withered yellow grass that I worked so hard to get? Even if it is given to me, I am giving it to Meimei. Doesn't it have anything to do with you?"
"You haven't exerted any strength, but now you are here to divide the withered yellow grass. Isn't it a little too naive?"
This chapter has been completed!