The first thousand six hundred and seventeen chapters
After Song Hongyan came out of the hospital, she checked into the Hilton Hotel.
Grandma Zong had already booked her a presidential suite with an infinity pool.
When she opened the door, slightly tired, she instantly smelled the smell of Cordyceps Flower Chicken Soup.
She kicked off her shoes and ran to the dining room, where she saw Ye Fan wearing an apron and busy.
Four dishes with delicious flavors and flavors were already placed on the table, and then Ye Fan brought out a pot of hot chicken soup.
"Come back?
I was just about to call you and ask when you would come back."
"Just in time, I made lunch, which is all your favorite dishes, as well as chicken soup."
Seeing Song Hongyan appear, Ye Fan smiled and greeted her to eat: "Quick, wash your hands and eat."
"Well, okay, wait for me!"
Song Hongyan smiled lightly, and then quickly washed her hands, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
For women who have worked hard for a long time, it is an extremely happy thing to come home after a busy day and have a hot meal and a mouthful of hot soup.
It's a pity that in the past many years, she has rarely enjoyed this kind of happiness. More often, she has to face a cold house when she goes back.
So Ye Fan's meal made her feel that all her efforts were worth it.
She sat down and smiled sweetly: "Why are you in the mood to cook today?"
"You used to cook for me in Jinzhilin. Now it's my turn to cook and reward you."
Ye Fan doesn't hold grudges very much, but he can clearly remember the good things others did to him: "Besides, you came all the way here to deal with the trouble, so it's only right that I cook a meal for you."
Whether it is human communication or feelings, only by coming and going can we have a long-term relationship.
Song Hongyan's eyes were bright: "Hearing what you said, my whole body came to life with chicken blood."
"Don't take the chicken blood, just drink the chicken soup, while it's hot."
Ye Fan handed a bowl of chicken soup to Song Hongyan: "How is it?
Have you finished watching your uncle and grandpa?"
Song Hongyan took the porcelain bowl and stirred it gently with a spoon: "I saw it, he woke up, and we had a conversation."
"Really, we still communicated?"
Ye Fan smiled when he heard this: "I thought he would be scared to death by you when he saw you."
"Am I that ugly?
Scared uncle and grandpa to death?"
Song Hongyan almost spit out the chicken soup, and rolled her eyes at Ye Fan angrily: "I don't know how happy he is to see me."
"I don't believe a single punctuation mark."
Ye Fan laughed loudly, how could Murong Wuxin see Song Hongyan happy?
Then he changed the subject: "Is his injury not getting worse?"
"Fortunately, with you here to give guidance, Xiong Jiudao as the surgeon, and a bunch of experts watching over him, how could his condition worsen?"
Song Hongyan took a sip of chicken soup, and then looked at Ye Fan calmly: "But he enjoys lying down and letting everything go, so I think he will lie down well for the rest of his life."
"Actually, that's fine. If he, a local coward, is at peace, he won't cause trouble for you, the new master of West China."
"And one voice is always better than old or new."
[520 ] After finishing speaking, she squinted her eyes slightly and felt the breath of the Cordyceps flower.
"Peace?"
Ye Fan kept a calm smile: "As long as you stay calm, Murong Yanran will be more obedient."
"By the way, who is Sun Xiucai?"
He became interested: "Is he really Ouyang Wuji?"
"On the day Sun Xiucai died, I read the briefing and became curious about him."
Song Hongyan had no reservations about Ye Fan: "I asked Tang Shier about it."
"Finally got what I wanted."
"Sun Xiucai is indeed related to Ouyang Wuji, and he can be regarded as Ouyang Wuji's man."
"The correspondence and financial transactions between them are also true."
"But their relationship is just a cover."
"The person who really controls Sun Xiucai is Gusu Murong."
"Murong Wuxin prefers to live in a corner, but a big family and a big business always need a nail to keep an eye on."
"But Murong Wuxin is not a waste. He should have noticed Sun Xiucai's other identity a few years ago."
"It's just that he didn't touch Sun Xiucai right away, but continued to keep him by his side."
"Through him, every move he performed was passed on to Gusu Murong."
"Only if Gusu Murong feels that everything is under his nose, Gusu Murong will not deal with him too quickly and too early."
"This time around the chaos in West China, Murong Wuxin saw an opportunity to take advantage of it, so he told Murong Yanran to find a suitable opportunity to kill him."
"To be more precise, the forty people including Sun Xiucai killed by Murong Yanran were either members of Gusu Murong or chess pieces of the Tang clan."
She scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and blew it gently: "By using the undercover's head to calm Master Ye's anger, Murong Yanran can be considered a figure."
"Murong Wuxin has settled down, but I wonder if Murong Yanran will settle down?"
Ye Fan smiled: "To be honest, I still appreciate her ability."
"In just a few days, the framework of Jiuzhou Group has been established, and most of the resources of the three tycoons have been integrated."
He still recognized Murong Yanran: "With her help, we can get twice the result with half the effort."
"Murong Yanran's ability to integrate resources so quickly is certainly due to her ability, but it is more due to Murong Wuxin's years of planning."
Song Hongyan gave a judgment: "He must have thought about the current situation countless times."
"So once Nangong Fu and Ouyang Wuji fall, Murong Yanran can arrange the integration with ease."
"Because I have calculated that in this short period of time, if I were in her position, I might not be able to achieve half of what I have achieved now."
Song Hongyan spoke firmly: "There is only one explanation for the current situation. There is already an integration plan."
"It seems that Murong Wuxin has never been satisfied with being the head of the three tycoons. What he wants is the whole of West China in his hands."
Ye Fan nodded and smiled when he heard this: "Yes, only in this way can we have a chance to compete with the five major families."
Song Hongyan gave Ye Fan another reassurance: "As for Murong Yanran, you don't have to worry, she will be very peaceful."
Ye Fan was very interested: "Really?"
"Murong Wuxin's family has withered away, and the only direct connections are Murong Wuxin and Murong Yanran."
Song Hongyan finished drinking the chicken soup and wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue: "Murong Wuxin's whole hope lies in Murong Yanran, and Murong Yanran's heart is also tied to Murong Wuxin."
"If Murong Wu has no intention of dying, his peace will become a thread that tightly ties Murong Yanran's heart."
This was also the main reason why Song Hongyan did not kill Murong Wuxin.
She wanted to use Murong Wuxin to kill the possible risks of Murong Yanran.
"Okay, as long as you have arrangements, I won't say any more, I'll leave the rest to you."
Ye Fan laughed loudly and poured the woman a glass of red wine: "I'll have a good rest for a few days and think about how to deal with the Arctic Chamber of Commerce."
He wanted to take advantage of the Arctic Chamber of Commerce's self-preservation and think of some plans that could deal a heavy blow to the opponent.
After all, offense is the best defense.
Moreover, when the hill exploded, Yuan Qingyi's face was disfigured, which still haunts Ye Fan.
"Ding——" At this moment, Song Hongyan's phone vibrated.
She didn't put on earplugs to answer the call, but directly clicked on the speakerphone.
Almost as soon as she finished feeding, the roar of a helicopter sounded on the other end of the phone.
Then, a middle-aged man's breathless but extremely excited voice came over: "Mr. Song, Mr. Song, we found it, we found it!"
He roared with great excitement: "We are transporting her to land at the bottom of the mountain..." Ye Fan was stunned and looked at the woman curiously: "What are you looking for?"
