Huang Qingyun added that Huang Qingyun hated betrayal between men and women, just because Huang Qingyun had been hurt in this regard.
Hearing Huang Qingyun's words, Xing Long laughed dryly.
"When we have time, let's go over and take a look..." Zhang Fan replied, as a member of Xuanmen, since he met him, he naturally went to take a look.
"By the way, Mr. Zhang, have you found a place to stay?"
Xing Long asked.
"Not yet, we just arrived a while ago..." Zhang Fan replied.
"Then let's go live in our villa."
Xing Long said, "My dad said that you are the lucky star of our family. The place where you lived is blessed. You cannot allow others to live in it and tarnish this blessing.
Therefore, no one else has lived in that villa except you and your friends. In addition, our nanny will go there to clean it every day, just so that you can move in directly when you come over.
"Mr. Zhang's great kindness to our family must be remembered by our ancestors from generation to generation. Without Mr. Zhang, our family would have been torn apart." At this time, my dad often taught me. Now that he has grandchildren, he still talks to me from time to time.
Will educate his grandson who has just learned to speak.
My dad will be very happy to know that you are here!"
Zhang Fan smiled and waved his hand. After talking to this point, he could see that the Xing Long family was sincere to him, so Zhang Fan did not refuse and said: "This time I will stay where I lived before.
That villa is like revisiting the old place."
"Eh! Eh!"
Xing Long responded twice, "Mr. Zhang, the meat is cooked, you eat... you eat..."
As Xing Long spoke, he used a slotted spoon to put two large spoonfuls of meat into Zhang Fan's plate.
After dinner, Xing Long took Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun to the villa. During this period, Xing Long received calls from five transportation companies. In order to accompany Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun, he didn't say much to the people in the company.
After saying a few words, he hung up hastily.
There should be something at the transportation company that needed Xing Long to solve, so Zhang Fan excused himself to take a rest and asked Xing Long to go and get busy.
Xing Long's father, Xing Hai, was out of town and could only rush back at night. When he learned that Zhang Fan was coming, he was so happy that he rushed back non-stop to meet Zhang Fan in the evening.
After Xing Long left, Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun leaned on the sofa and rested for fifteen minutes. Then they left the villa and arrived in front of the shop opened by Tianshi Yulong.
There are indeed many people in the town who trust this so-called heavenly master. People who come to see him are all lined up from their houses to the road.
The so-called Heavenly Master was sitting in the main hall, wearing a yellow Taoist robe, with white beard and hair. He looked old and extremely confident. He was talking bossily to the people opposite.
"This old guy pretends to be pretty cool."
Huang Qingyun looked at the scene in the room, then turned to look at Zhang Fandao.
While Huang Qingyun was speaking, the old man's eyes fell on Zhang Fan. After taking a look at Zhang Fan, he grinned. This smile made Zhang Fan's heart tremble slightly, and he felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.
Zhang Fan glanced around and saw the proofing time hanging on the door handle, which was four-thirty in the afternoon.
"Let's go back first."
Zhang Fan said to Huang Qingyun.
"Brother Fan, are you going back now?
We haven’t had any contact with this old guy yet.”
Huang Qingyun said.
"It's such a long queue. It's not good for us to just jump in. We'll come back later."
Zhang Fan opened his mouth and said.
"That's okay..." Huang Qingyun said.
After the two got into Huang Qingyun's car, Huang Qingyun asked: "Brother Fan, where are you going?"
"Go back to the villa and rest."
Zhang Fan said.
"This old guy looks like he is cheating."
Huang Qingyun muttered.
"It's not necessarily true. He might really be a heavenly master. He might be a master at conquering demons and demons, but he's not very good at looking at Feng Shui and luck."
Zhang Fandao said that those in the Taoist sect who have reached the third level of cultivation can be called heavenly masters.
"Is this possible?"
Huang Qingyun asked.
"When you were talking to me just now, he grinned at me. He is always serious about those who come to see him for trouble. Why should he smile at me?"
Zhang Fan said.
Huang Qingyun thought for a while and said: "He smiles at you for no reason, and he can't feel the slightest Taoist energy from him. If you think about it from this perspective, he may really be a strong man in the third level of Taoism who hides his strength.
.”
Soon, the two returned to the villa. On the table in the living room of the villa, there was a whole table of fruits and dried fruits.
After such a torment, the two of them were completely sleepless, so they simply ate fruits and dried fruits in the living room and watched TV.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, the door creaked open. Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun stood up and looked outside. What came was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing white trousers and a floral shirt.
, with a dusty appearance, this person is none other than Xing Long’s father, Xing Hai.
After seeing Zhang Fan through the window, Xing Hai grinned and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang...Mr. Zhang..."
Soon, Xing Hai entered the room, walked quickly, and enthusiastically grabbed Zhang Fan's hand, "Mr. Zhang, long time no see..."
"Boss Xing, long time no see..." Zhang Fan smiled, then pointed to the things on the table, "Thank you for your hospitality."
"Mr. Zhang, you are too polite. Also, please call me Lao Xing, don't call me Boss Xing."
Xing Hai smiled.
"My fortune has been very good recently, and I have made a lot of money..." Zhang Fan glanced at Xing Hai's face.
"It's all because of your delay. Without your nobility, mercy, and guidance, how could our Xing family be where we are today?"
Xing Haidao, "By the way, Mr. Zhang, and this little gentleman, what do you two want to eat tonight?"
"Just arrange whatever you want."
Zhang Fan replied.
"Okay, let's get some seafood and various meats."
As Xing Hai spoke, he dialed the number of a restaurant and named a chef named Chef Li. He brought the ingredients to cook at home and ordered more than thirty dishes in one go. Zhang Fan stopped him several times, but he still couldn't.
Couldn't stop success.
"Mr. Zhang, there is a big gift for you on the way. I estimate it will arrive around seven o'clock in the evening."
Xing Haidao.
"oh?
What kind of gift?"
Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows.
"Let me tell you a little bit, you will know when we get there."
Xing Hai pretends to be a mysterious Taoist.
Seeing what Xing Hai said, Zhang Fan didn't ask any more questions. It was already 4:10 in the afternoon, and there were still twenty minutes before the yellow-robed Taoist priest got off work, so they should leave.
"Boss Xing, why don't you come all the way back and rest for a while? We still have some things to do and need to go out."
Zhang Fan said seriously.
Seeing Zhang Fan's expression, Xing Hai also became serious, "Then you two go and get busy. If you need anything, just call me and I will bring someone over immediately."