But just as the secretary was about to pour tea, Ye Fan waved his hand slightly to stop him and said: "Master Sun! Is that all you are sincere about? If you want to know the whereabouts of your son, pour me tea yourself!"
"you?"
Suddenly, Sun Changsheng's face turned as ugly as pig liver, but he did not dare to express the anger in his heart.
In desperation, he had no choice but to suppress his dissatisfaction.
Then, he stood up and poured tea for Ye Fan himself.
"Hahaha! Mr. Sun! He is indeed a polite person! Not bad! Quite good! Hahaha!"
Ye Fan laughed happily and seemed very satisfied with Sun Changsheng's attitude.
I saw Ye Fan picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, then put down the teacup and said with a smile: "Your tea is really good. I will have to come over for more tea if nothing happens in the future! I will have to have Mr. Sun personally do it for me."
Pour some tea!"
Seeing Ye Fan acting like an uncle, Sun Changsheng was filled with anger, but in order to find out his son's whereabouts, he had to temporarily restrain his anger.
Sun Changsheng had a dark face and asked coldly: "Ye Fan! Now that you have drunk the tea, when will you tell me the whereabouts of my son?"
But at this time, Ye Fan didn't look anxious, and instead said playfully to Sun Changsheng: "I drank the tea! But don't you drink tea and don't smoke?"
Finished!
Ye Fan pinched his fingers and made a gesture of lighting a cigarette.
Damn it!
Sun Changsheng gritted his teeth, but he still endured the attack.
I saw him take out the cigar that he had collected for a long time from the cabinet and said: "This is a cigar that I usually can't bear to smoke! You can smoke it!"
At this time, Ye Fan shook his head and said calmly: "Master Sun! Cigars are smoked by foreigners! We are Chinese! We smoke!"
Damn it! This kid still thinks he is his ancestor?
Sun Changsheng gritted his teeth and felt very unhappy, but for the sake of his son, he could only endure it.
I saw him asking someone to go downstairs to buy a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes. After his men bought the cigarettes, Sun Changsheng took out a cigarette from it and handed it to Ye Fan.
"Haha! Mr. Sun is really polite..."
Ye Fan accepted the cigarette very happily. Seeing his happy look, he seemed to have Sun Changsheng under his thumb.
Sun Changsheng asked seriously: "Ye Fan! You took the cigarette! When will you tell me the whereabouts of my son?"
At this time, Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders and said playfully: "Master Sun! Should you light a cigarette for me?"
After hearing his words, Sun Changsheng's face became even more ugly.
Ye Fan has fulfilled many of his requests one by one, and now he has to light his own cigarettes!
He is older than an uncle!
A playful sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and he said: "Mr. Sun, why are you still standing there? Light a cigarette!"
"Snapped--"
In desperation, Sun Changsheng had no choice but to comply. He suppressed his dissatisfaction and used a lighter to light a cigarette for Ye Fan.
"call--"
At this time, Ye Fan took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled the smoke.
Ye Fan deliberately made him angry and said jokingly: "Mr. Sun! You are indeed polite! If I had known you were so polite, I should have come to sit with you!"
At this time, Sun Changsheng said with an unhappy face: "Ye Fan! You drank the tea and smoked the cigarettes! When will you tell me the whereabouts of my son?"
At this time, Ye Fan took out his mobile phone and clicked on a video.
I saw a playful sneer on his face, and said lightly: "Mr. Sun! Look at the people in the video, do you recognize them?"