Eight hundred and thirtieth chapters the actor himself
Zi Ying'er was overjoyed to hear Ye Fan's promise and quickly sent Ye Fan her biological father's address.
Ye Fan shook his head and sighed bitterly, and changed his ticket.
At noon, Ye Fan got off the plane, packed a bag and took a taxi and went straight to the home of Zi Ying'er's biological father.
Dou Xianhe lives in Shengde Villa, south of the Third Ring Road. This area is a luxury villa area.
The road into the villa is very wide, with few pedestrians, and the surrounding scenery is picturesque. Evergreen plants are planted on both sides of the road, and the gentle sea breeze blows by from time to time.
The buildings are sparse and well planned, without the crowds and noise of the city center.
The environment is excellent, no wonder everyone wants to live here, but only rich people can live here.
Ye Fan was carrying a suitcase in one hand and a red plastic bag in the other.
Holding a peeled instant noodle in the palm of his hand, he ate it as he walked and wandered to the front of Zi Ying'er's villa.
After ringing the doorbell, the nanny led me to the lobby.
Before Ye Fan stepped inside, he saw the soft light of the sun coming through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.
Two cups of dark red Pu'er tea were brewed on the clean tabletop, emitting a refreshing aroma.
The lobby of the villa is spacious and bright, with a noble and elegant layout, and a touch of sandalwood in the air.
The perfect combination of Western and Chinese styles, the oil paintings on the walls, the French crystal lamps on the ceiling and the Jingdezhen ceramics on the table coexist in the same room, which is so pleasing to the eye.
A gentle middle-aged man and a young man were sitting across from each other, drinking tea and chatting. Zi Ying'er was sitting on the sofa in the corner, sulking.
The young man is quite handsome, but he has heavy bags under his eyes and his hands and feet are sluggish. At first glance, he can tell that his body has been drained by alcohol and sex.
As the son of the Luo Meng Group, he has been superior to others since he was a child. Even when facing the father of his favorite goddess, he still has no humility.
Zi Ying'er didn't like this young man at all. Whenever she saw the person in front of her, she would feel uncomfortable all over and she always had the desire to beat him up.
The middle-aged man turned around and said, "Ying'er, isn't your friend coming? Why is there no sign of him? Junwen has been waiting for almost an hour. If your friend doesn't come, we will start dinner."
He speaks calmly, calmly and confidently, and looks very cool.
"He has already arrived. There may be a traffic jam on the road." Zi Ying'er was too lazy to look at him and looked out the window.
The young master of the Luo Meng Group, Luo Junwen, waved his hand and smiled.
"Ying'er, I heard that Mr. Ye Fanye is very prosperous in Binhai. At a young age, he has assets worth more than one billion, which is almost as much as mine."
"You will know when the time comes." Zi Ying'er snorted, "Ye Fan does everything by himself. He never sits at home and waits for money. I am very optimistic about him."
"Really?" Luo Junwen narrowed his eyes, obviously unhappy with Zi Ying'er's words.
At this moment, the doorbell rang, and the maid went to open the door. Zi Ying'er jumped up, her disappointed expression wiped away, "He's here, I'll open it!"
Seeing his daughter's enthusiasm, Dou Xianhe patted the non-existent dust on his clothes, stood up and said, "Since we are Ying'er's friends, Ronaldinho, let's go out and have a look together."
Zi Ying'er's expression at this moment was like that of a resentful woman who had been feeling empty for a long time and finally looked forward to finding a concubine. She gently opened the door with excited hands.
I saw Ye Fan, who was busy with work, pushing the suitcase in one hand, holding a large bag of snacks in the other hand, chewing gum in his mouth, and said hello to Zi Yinger in a silly manner.
"Oh, Ying'er, the environment here is nice. I'll buy a set tomorrow too!"
Dou Xianhe's reserved face froze, Luo Junwen struggled to hold back his laughter, his face twisted and turned purple, and his shoulders couldn't help shaking.
Zi Ying'er was shocked at first, then angry, and finally on the verge of despair, even wanting to die.
She repeatedly asked Ye Fan to give her more noodles.
But Ye Fan is dressed as if he is fleeing for safety. Can't you find a place to tidy up after getting off the plane before coming back?
The four people stood at the door, staring at each other, and the atmosphere was extremely subtle.
"Ying'er, is this man your old man?" Ye Fan asked as he lit a cigarette.
Zi Ying'er's heart sank again.
Ye Fan, even if you are eager to make a fool of yourself, you don’t have to do this. Do you know how many good things I patiently said to my father last night?
Young and promising, hard-working, perseverant, and well-off family!
If not, he wouldn't agree to see you!
Ye Fan, are you trying to trick me?!
Zi Ying'er held back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes, and hummed coldly: "Well, that's right, this is my dad. Aren't you very busy? Just go back if you are busy."
The attitudes of the three people were as expected by Ye Fan. They ignored Zi Ying'er's reaction and extended their palms to Dou Xianhe.
"Haha, I've admired you for a long time, my name is Ye Fan."
Dou Xianhe frowned slightly and shook hands with him after a few seconds.
Since he is the man that his daughter likes, she must not lose her grace. At most, she can let him come in for a cup of tea and then politely ask him to leave.
Luo Meng Group got married to my family and offered a big contract worth billions. You came here with a bag of instant noodles and snacks. Isn’t it too ridiculous?
Luo Junwen watched with excitement. He was not so happy even during the Chinese New Year: You can live if you do evil by God, but you can't live if you do evil on your own!
Ye Fan was carrying a bag of snacks and was polite in front of Dou Xianhe. The next sentence made his jaw drop.
"Father-in-law, Ying'er and I have made a private lifelong engagement. This bag of instant noodles is my betrothal gift. You can take it if you want it, or you can take it if you don't want it."
Luo Junwen was laughing almost crazy in his heart.
Binhaizi, you are so embarrassing, you want to marry Zi Ying'er just because you have a bag of instant noodles?
This may be the funniest joke of the century!
But Dou Xianhe couldn't laugh at all, because as soon as Ye Fan stretched out his hand, he pulled the timid Zi Yinger opposite him into his arms.
"Father-in-law, from this second, Zi Ying'er is mine. Today next year, our husband and wife will take our children to visit my grandparents."
Zi Ying'er was furious. She was about to struggle, but she couldn't break away from him because of his strong strength. She was afraid that her father would see the joke, so she could only lie in his arms obediently.
Dou Xianhe's grace and calmness disappeared in an instant, and he said angrily: "What are you doing? Let Yinger go! Otherwise I will be rude to you!"
Luo Junwen was filled with jealousy and called the bodyguard as quickly as possible: "Hey, what are you doing standing still? Get this lunatic away quickly."
"Wait a minute, father-in-law, don't you think you should invite me in to talk?"
Dou Xianhe also believes that the family scandal should not be publicized. If they do do something like that, the impact must be minimized.
He waved away the bodyguard angrily, looked at the two people hugging each other tightly, and said, "Come in and talk! Huh, you're going to smear our family! I think you both are people of high status, how could you do such a shameless thing?"
In the living room, it was like a gang negotiation and confrontation, with the two gangs staring at each other eagerly, and the air was full of invisible swords and shadows, fighting and iron horses.
The maid poured a cup of tea, and Ye Fan drank it all in one breath and praised: "The taste is not bad. I didn't expect you have a lot of bad money in your family."
"What do you think is rich? Are instant noodles valuable?" Dou Xianhe became even more angry, and his fingers almost tore the leather of the sofa into pieces.
"Money is not money, but power is a real man. With a wave of his hand, thousands of people are attracted by him. A fart doesn't stink but smells good. When you say black is white, black is white. When you refer to a deer, it's a horse, and a deer is a horse."
Ye Fan waved his hand and smiled expressionlessly.
Zi Ying'er sat far away from him, with two difficult refugee decisions in her mind.
One is to admit to his biological father that he has no special relationship with Ye Fan and is a specially invited friend. However, Ye Fan will be driven away and he will be forced to marry Luo Junwen.
The second is to expect Ye Fan to convince his biological father, but his biological father is at the end of his rope. Even if Ye Fan gets some assets, let alone himself, it will not be enough for him to make up for the loopholes.
Moreover, it would be good to see a 1% chance of achieving this momentum.
Zi Ying'er was uneasy and thinking nervously, not hearing a word of the conversation between the two.
After listening to Ye Fan's words, Dou Xianhe sneered.
"You are talking about the emperors and powerful ministers in ancient times. Nowadays, in a society ruled by law, the three powers are separated, mutually restricted, and the system is sound. It is almost impossible to reach that level.
Forget it, I won’t argue with you about this either.
My Ying'er is a national first-line star, and ordinary rich people can't control her. Your career has just started, and the market is so turbulent now. If your business fails, how will you support her?
Is it possible that you still plan to rely on Ying'er to support you?"
Luo Junwen crossed his arms and said with a triumphant smile: "Uncle is right, Miss Ying'er will not live with a pauper!"
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.
Hey, after all, my Nuofan has assets of more than one billion, so why did he become a pauper as soon as it came into the mouth of these two people?
Well, Luo Junwen said he would forget it.
He inherited his father's inheritance and will soon be worth tens of billions.
But you, Dou Xianhe, are almost bankrupt, and you actually have the nerve to show off to me? Are you embarrassed?
"Haha, isn't it just a word for money? You two, I have what you have, and you don't have what I have." Ye Fan lay on the sofa, and the ashes from his cigarette flicked out, flying everywhere.
Dou Xianhe frowned secretly, thinking that this man was both rude and arrogant, which was common among country people. If he hadn't been Zi Ying'er's friend, he would have just left.
When Luo Wenjun saw this, he immediately took out his checkbook.
"Ye Fan, I know what you are thinking. I will give you 100 million, please stop pestering Miss Ying'er, she does not belong to you!"
At the same time, I secretly thought that it would be easy to handle as long as this kid agrees. Let Zi Ying'er give up first, and when she gets out of this door, she will immediately ask someone to give her a lesson with a stick and get her check back!
What the hell, a coastal man actually dares to go wild on the territory of the imperial capital? Are you tired of living?
Dou Xianhe nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Junwen is right. If I were you, I would accept the money!"
Ye Fan laughed and said to Luo Junwen: "Little brother, I will give you 100 million, go back to the countryside to buy a few piglets and raise them, and don't show up in front of Ying'er again, how about that?"
Luo Junwen said angrily: "Are you kidding? I gave you this money!"
Ye Fan chuckled and turned to look at Dou Xianhe, "Look, if this fool doesn't want to, then I definitely don't want to either."