At dusk, Ye Fan finished the transcript and came out of the conference room of the haunted house park.
He had just stood in the hall when Song Hongyan, who came to guarantee, came to greet her.
Although no one was killed at the scene and Ye Fan was not suspected, the gunpowder and warheads that appeared were still asked the police to examine Ye Fan on the spot.
The police asked Ye Fan to find someone to guarantee the guarantee, otherwise he would have to be detained for 48 hours to avoid not being able to find someone when Ye Fan needs to cooperate.
Ye Fan had no choice but to have someone come to guarantee.
He started to look for Gongsun Qian and Qi Manqing, but the two girls were still in Tiancheng and did not come back, so he had to let Song Hongyan go through the procedures.
The reason why she didn't let Tang Ruoxue come is that she didn't want her to worry too much.
"Brother Fan, you are not lucky this year. I just came to Long and got involved in a lot of bad things."
Song Hongyan held Ye Fan's arm intimately and smiled and said:
"You can also encounter an explosion when you go to the haunted house. I will take you to the Great Buddha Temple to burn incense the next day."
She is always willing to give to the men around her.
"It's not that I'm not lucky, I've been plotted against."
Ye Fan did not hide from Song Hongyan:
"I picked up a door card on the Eagle's nose. I thought Lin Qiuling was hidden there, so I ran over to find out what was going on."
"Who knew that was a trap against me."
"I just touched the location on the door card and the whole place was blown up."
"Fortunately, I'm lucky and have a very good reaction, otherwise I'll die now."
Ye Fan briefly explained the matter. Although he said it lightly, Song Hongyan could still feel the thrilling feeling.
"Why are you so impulsive and running over to investigate alone?"
Song Hongyan's pretty face was endlessly worried: "It's easy for you to get into trouble like this."
Ye Fan smiled gently: "It's okay, I'm responsible!"
"It's right, it's right, I believe you have a right to others."
Song Hongyan gently pinched Ye Fan: "But when I meet something about Tang Ruoxue, I don't believe you will be rational."
Ye Fan ohed, then replied with a smile: "It's not that he loses his mind, but mainly because he lacks experience and cannot adapt to the Wuyi Lane routine for a while."
Although he has good medical skills and skills, he has too little experience in the world. Facing the Wuyi Lane, which has many killing methods, he is a little busy.
"Hmph, I don't believe it. Don't move, I'll deal with your injuries."
Song Hongyan was so angry that she borrowed a first aid kit from the police to clean Ye Fan's wounds.
"No, no, I can handle it myself."
Ye Fan took out the silver needle and prepared to come by himself. However, when he saw Song Hongyan's murderous gaze, he awkwardly took back the silver needle:
"My fingers are a little stiff, I can't handle it myself."
Ye Fan held the woman's hand and smiled, "You'd better help me with it."
Song Hongyan gave Ye Fan a white look and wanted to ignore him, but when she saw the wound, her heart softened again, and she picked up the alcohol and wiped it slowly.
Soon, she disinfected Ye Fan's wounds, and then handed Ye Fan a new set of clothes and asked him to go to the bathroom to change.
Ye Fan's clothes were already torn and his back was burnt for several holes, so he could not wear them any longer.
Ye Fan slightly moved the woman's understanding, and then took her clothes to change them.
"Mr. Song, this is Ye Fan's mobile phone and wallet."
As soon as Ye Fan left, a police officer came over with a pallet:
"The property returns to the original owner, please sign for it for him."
"OK."
Song Hongyan smiled and signed and got her cell phone and wallet back: "Thank you, uncle police."
She was about to put the thing into her handbag when a phone call was called into Ye Fan's cell phone.
"Ye Fan went to the bathroom. If you have anything, you can tell me."
Song Hongyan was worried that Wuyi Lane would call us to make a request, so she picked it up and answered it.
"Who are you?"
As soon as the words came to an end, a cold voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Song Hongyan?"
Song Hongyan was slightly stunned, then she lowered her head and glanced at the number. Although Ye Fan had no sign, she could still recognize Tang Ruoxue.
She was determined to say something in a mess, causing some trouble for Tang Ruoxue and vent Ye Fan's anger for her.
But when she thought of Ye Fan's affection for Tang Ruoxue, she shook her head jokingly.
Ye Fan obviously liked Tang Ruoxue to the core, otherwise he would not have been able to suppress his pride and bear Tang Ruoxue's aloofness.
Thinking of this, Song Hongyan was bored and simply hung up the phone.
Ye Fan came back soon, Song Hongyan handed him over the things, and then drove Ye Fan out of the paradise.
Ye Fan sat in the passenger seat, scanning the dozen messages and missed calls on it.
The Zhonghai, Tiancheng, and Nanling all care about Ye Fan’s attack.
But the most common ones were Tang Ruoxue missed calls and text messages she sent, asking where Ye Fan was? Why did he suddenly disappear?
Thinking of Song Hongyan being by her side, she was afraid that she would make trouble on purpose, Ye Fan sent a message telling her that she was dealing with something.
As soon as the message was sent out, Tang Ruoxue called him.
Ye Fan hesitated for a moment, glanced over Song Hongyan and finally answered: "Hey"
Tang Ruoxue asked coldly: "Where is it?"
Ye Fan honestly told: "Hazed house, I'm here for something."
"Hazed house, hehe, I'm very interested."
Tang Ruoxue suddenly sank his voice: "Have you found my mother's whereabouts?"
Ye Fan was slightly stunned. Tang Ruoxue had not been so strong and stiff for a long time. Now his straightforward tone made him feel a little abnormal.
He thought that Tang Ruoxue might be too worried about Lin Qiuling:
"Not yet, but I'm trying to find a way, you have a good rest."
"I know my mother was sorry for you before, and I also know that you hated her to the core."
Before he finished speaking, Tang Ruoxue interrupted Ye Fan:
"If you don't really want to save my mother, there is no need to be wronged by yourself, and I won't blame you."
"You should just tell me honestly, instead of giving me hope and dealing with it passively."
"I understand if you don't do your best, but I'm going to do my best."
"You should do your own business first."
"I will find a way to save my mom."
The next second she hung up the phone, and Ye Fan was stunned with his cell phone.
Song Hongyan came over to listen, and Ye Fan avoided the conditioned reflex.
"Isn't it just Tang Ruoxue? Why should I hide?"
Song Hongyan was so angry that she wanted to pull Ye Fan's ears up:
"Ten minutes ago, when you changed your clothes, she also called. I thought it was someone from Wuyi Lane, so I answered."
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched: "What did you say?"
He felt that Tang Ruoxue was in a bad state of chatting just now, and now he seemed to know why she was like this.
"What do you think I'll say? Or do you think I'll provoke her on purpose?"
Song Hongyan's hand holding the steering wheel tightened slightly:
"Yes, I can't get used to her. Why is the man I want to hold in my palm so cheap for her?"
"I was afraid that you would be hurt at any point, but she didn't care about the risks and wounds you suffered. I felt a hundred, thousand unwilling."
"I wish I could vomit blood by anger."
"But I know that if I get angry with her, you will be sad, and if you are sad, I will be sad."
"So when I heard her voice, I hung up."
Song Hongyan struggled with her gains and losses, and wanted to slap Ye Fan to wake her up.
But when I saw him in a dilemma, I couldn't help feeling soft.
Ye Fan apologized softly: "Sister Yan, I'm sorry"
He felt guilty towards Song Hongyan, and he couldn't dissolve it.
All he could think of was to maintain the status quo and try his best to reconcile.
After walking and stopping, the car entered Longdu City District an hour later.
"Where are you going back to now? Go to the Tang family or to the hotel?"
Song Hongyan was worried that Ye Fan loved Tang Ruoxue more than herself, but she was destined to not be able to act in a cold war with Ye Fan.
Ye Fan didn't say anything, his eyes just looked ahead.
Song Hongyan looked along Ye Fan's gaze.
Twenty meters away, under the lights, at the door of Sheraton Hotel, several streamlined cars were opening the doors.
Two of them are the most eye-catching.
One is Tang Ruoxue and the other is Wang Qiaochu
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