Leng Ling'er replied, then entered Ding Fan's Baihui point with a swish, leaving a trace of Yin Qi, and came out in an instant.
Ding Fan shuddered again, forced himself to take Leng Ling'er back, and lay on the bed again, carefully feeling the yin energy. It would inevitably conflict with the true energy in the body. This feeling was so uncomfortable that he wanted to die.
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A rather unusual situation occurred.
This time, the Yin Qi did not completely dissolve, but a very tiny bit remained. Looking internally, it appeared to be attached to the Baihui point, as if there was a grain of dust on it.
I practiced meditation quietly all night, but the yin energy still didn't dissipate.
Early in the morning, Ding Fan got up and went to look in the mirror and opened his Dharma Eyes.
Fortunately, no traces of Yin Qi were found on his body, which made him feel relieved for the time being.
Driving to work, Ding Fan had just arrived on the eighth floor when he saw Sikong Ye, wearing security uniform, with his chest raised and his head raised, walking arrogantly in the corridor.
For those who didn’t know, I thought she was the owner of this building!
"Good morning, Ye Zi!" Ding Fan greeted with a smile.
"Brother Fan, it's true that you have brought so many women." Sikong Ye said dissatisfied.
"Don't think blindly, they are all business people, making money for me." Ding Fan reminded, changed the topic and asked: "Is my sister's photography exhibition finished?"
"You're such a heartless person, you didn't even ask a question." Sikong Ye rolled his eyes fiercely.
"Hey, with Ye Shen here, I can rest assured." Ding Fan smiled compensatingly and asked, "How are you? Are you tired?"
"Totaling it all together, my sister's works sold for almost two million. She was very happy and generously gave me two hundred thousand." Sikong Ye said proudly.
Alas, Ding Fan held his forehead and sighed, what the hell is this! In this photography exhibition, Brother Fan lost 200,000 yuan, but the little devil made 200,000 yuan. It really complied with that sentence, you are lucky and don’t have to be busy, and
, for whom you work hard and for whom you are busy.
The usually stingy old lady actually gave Ye Zi so much money. I wonder if she has no idea about financial management?
Do you really think of her as your future sister-in-law?
Just thinking about it made Ding Fan feel his scalp numb and shudder.
"Brother Fan, are you short of money? I can lend it to you without interest," Sikong Ye said proudly.
"Hey, as long as you have enough money, you can save money for your dowry!"
Ding Fan chuckled. The cash in the office alone was nearly three million, and Brother Fan was considered half a rich man. Of course, he couldn't even tell Sikong Ye about this kind of thing. This little devil really dared to rob it.
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"Sister said that after I buy you a house, I will make arrangements for you to get married." Sikong Ye said.
"Yi Zi, you know the rules on the mountain. Important matters like marriage must be approved by the master and wait a few years before discussing." Ding Fan said.
"Thank you for remembering to be nice to me. Otherwise, I will tell Master that your style will be problematic and your sect will be embarrassed." Sikong Ye threatened.
"Senior brother, are you that unbearable?" Ding Fan looked horrified.
"It's even worse than this, fooling around with those women all day long in the name of starting a company." Sikong Ye snorted.
"If you don't mean anything, bye bye!"
Ding Fan turned around and left, but Sikong Ye grabbed him and gave him a squeeze on his arm, "Brother, can you get rid of the bastards who are standing stupidly at the intersection and still think they are cool?
So annoying."
He must be talking about Huang Yongping, who was guarding opposite the gate, waiting for Sikong Ye to go to work and take a look. Ding Fan smiled evilly and said: "I don't care, who asked you to accept other people's money."
"Whatever he wants, I won't refund the money anyway." Sikong Ye waved his sleeves and left.
After returning to the office and sitting down, Ding Fan finally realized the benefits of clean ears, drank a cup of hot tea, and then called his sister to express his congratulations.
Ding Wan was very happy. She did not expect that the photography exhibition would be a great success. Not only did her fame increase, but she also made a considerable amount of money. In the past, her income from photography was limited to participating in various awards and receiving bonuses.
Ding Fan knew very well that except for Ling Zifeng's one million and Huang Yongping's two hundred thousand, the rest of his income was related to Wu Yahuan. He invited media reporters to do publicity and increased his sister's popularity.
"Sister, you are like gold in the desert. Once you shine, you can blind other people's eyes." Ding Fan complimented.
"That's right, I am definitely a top-notch photographer and will become an international master sooner or later." Ding Wan was also modest and said, "Xiaofan, I plan to go out again in the next two days to shoot some better works."
"Where to go?" Ding Fan asked.
"Since sister is the gold of the desert, then go to the desert and see, maybe you can even take photos of rare animals." Ding Wan said.
"Sister, the desert is very dangerous. Stay at home and get a boyfriend or something."
Ding Fan disagreed. Although there are wild animals in the African savannah, safety can still be guaranteed by taking precautions. The desert is different. If there is a sandstorm or water and food cannot be found, it will be wiped out by nature.
"It's okay, let Ye Zi follow." Ding Wan said stubbornly.
"Ye Zi's martial arts is really good, but he can't defeat Huang Sha."
"Don't worry about it. I will find a safe route. When it comes to wilderness survival experience, I can be your mentor." Ding Wan said arrogantly.
Knowing that he couldn't persuade the stubborn elder sister, Ding Fan did the next best thing and said, "Sister, take a selfie and send it to me."
"What?"
"Turn it out and read it when I miss you."
"You have some conscience. When I put on makeup, I haven't washed my face yet!" Ding Wan laughed and hung up the phone.
Twenty minutes later, Ding Wan's high-definition headshot was sent over. Ding Fan kept zooming in and looked at it very carefully. He was convinced that his sister was not in danger of her life these days, and decided not to stop her anymore.
The eldest sister is better than his mother. From childhood to adulthood, it seems that the one who has been noisy in his ears is his sister. Ding Fan only hates that he is too incompetent and allows his sister to run around and suffer when he is still a daughter at his age.
The lonely smoke in the desert is not beautiful, but endless loneliness, and beside my sister, there is only one Sikong Ye to accompany her...
Hey, Sikong Ye is going to set off again with my sister!
Thinking of this, Ding Fan laughed out loud with joy. No one can guarantee that the little devil will go crazy one day and beat someone else, and it won't be Brother Fan who wipes his butt.
As for my sister’s difficult years, they were all about fighting for her personal hobbies!
The video chat came, it was Wu Yahuan, Ding Fan adjusted his clothes and hair style, and connected the video.
"Xiaofan, I don't even know when you left. You were completely asleep last night." Wu Yahuan rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes with a dull expression, and scratched the messy hair on his head. His image was completely gone.
Ding Fan secretly cursed that before he left, Wu Yahuan didn't know that office workers couldn't compare with idlers, and they had to get up early even if they went to bed late.
"Hey, it's not even ten o'clock yet, and Sister Huan is already up." Ding Fan said with a smile.
"I'm going to change my sleeping habits, go to bed early and get up early, and keep the same frequency as you." Wu Yahuan yawned, so just listen to this.
Chapter completed!