Perhaps it was because she had just taken a shower in the morning, but Song Hongyan's skin was white and tender with an attractive pink color.
The fragrance on the body is better than before, and it is enough to seduce the soul with every gesture.
Moreover, being alone in the same room with a man and a woman, Ye Fan was both intoxicated and nervous.
"What's wrong?"
Secretly looking at the sweat dripping from Ye Fan's forehead, Song Hongyan turned around with a smile and brought a towel to wipe it with Ye Fan.
After wiping, she hooked her arms around Ye Fan's neck and lightly opened her red lips: "Is it hot?"
Breathing out like a blue, Ye Fan's mind went blank.
He held the woman down.
"Oh, no, it's broad daylight..." Song Hongyan hummed a few times when she saw this. She looked panicked but did not resist. Instead, she slowly closed her beautiful eyes.
Just as Ye Fan was about to get closer, he caught a pair of big eyes at the bathroom door from the corner of his eye.
Blink and blink.
Ye Fan protected Song Hongyan and kicked open the glass door of the bathroom.
Just hearing a whooshing sound, Nangong Youyou jumped away like a monkey, holding the chandelier in the room and looking down.
She said innocently: "Doctor Ye, why are you doing this?"
Seeing that it was Nangong Youyou, Ye Fan said angrily: "Why are you sneaking here?"
He felt relieved, but also felt a little annoyed.
What a beautiful morning, but it was ruined by a little girl.
"Tsk, I saw you weren't in the room. I was worried that something might happen to you, so I followed your breath and came here."
Nangong Youyou chuckled: "As a bodyguard, you should fulfill your responsibilities."
Ye Fan waved his hand: "You see now, I'm fine, you can go."
He thought about continuing with Song Hongyan.
"That won't work. Personal bodyguards can't be more than ten meters away."
Nangong Youyou spoke seriously, and at the same time stretched out his hand to touch his belly.
My stomach is growling.
The little girl looked at Ye Fan like you know what he meant.
Ye Fan saw through her at a glance: "Want something to eat?"
Nangong Youyou opened her mouth wide: "Is my intention so obvious?"
Song Hongyan put on her clothes and smiled: "Youyou are you hungry?
Okay, I'll go cook, you wait a moment."
She held Ye Fan's arm and walked out of the bathroom with a smile: "Okay, don't be depressed, the day is long, let's go cook."
"Otherwise my parents will get up later and take away the kitchen."
She didn't let Shen Biqin cook these days to make up for her absence from Jin Zhilin these days.
"Sister Yan is the best, Sister Yan is the most beautiful."
Nangong Youyou was very happy: "Unlike some people who only think about their own happiness and completely ignore the blooming flowers of the motherland."
Ye Fan glared at Nangong Youyou. If he couldn't beat the little girl, he would probably give her a beating.
Then he followed Song Hongyan to the kitchen to cook.
Soon, Song Hongyan was busy in the kitchen.
She made the pastries quickly, put them in the steamer, and fried a large pot of corn juice.
Then she fried a large plate of eggs.
"Let me make another porridge."
Song Hongyan smiled at Ye Fan: "How about making a pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge?"
"You've made so much food, can you finish it?"
Ye Fan looked at Song Hongyan in surprise. The amount was almost twice as much as usual.
"Eat up, eat up."
Before Song Hongyan could respond, Nangong's hurried voice came from behind: "Make sure you finish eating."
Ye Fan couldn't help but slap his head, forgetting the existence of this little witch.
He turned around and saw Nangong Youyou hugging the door frame and looking at the snacks with bright eyes.
Ye Fan said angrily: "Do you want to put in another two kilograms of rice?"
"well."
Nangong Youyou was extremely happy when she heard this: "Put more, I can finish it."
"Okay, Ye Fan, stop teasing Youyou!"
Song Hongyan pushed Ye Fan with her shoulder: "Go and get me two spoons of rice."
"rice?"
Ye Fan glanced around the kitchen with a hint of hesitation.
Although he cooked with Song Hongyan every day, he was always doing the cooking for Song Hongyan, and it was a bit difficult for him to place the things.
Before Ye Fan could ask, Nangong faintly shouted: "The east cabinet, counting from top to bottom, is the fourth compartment."
Ye Fan was stunned, glanced at Nangong Youyou, opened the east cabinet, and found rice as expected.
"Ye Fan, take out the lean meat again."
Song Hongyan shouted while busy.
Nangong Youyou reminded Ye Fan again: "Refrigerator, keep the second compartment at zero temperature."
Ye Fan stepped forward and opened the refrigerator, and sure enough he saw the lean meat Song Hongyan wanted.
Song Hongyan laughed again: "Take three more preserved eggs."
"Preserved eggs..." Ye Fan opened his mouth and was about to ask where to put the preserved eggs, but saw Nangong rushing over with a faint sound.
She pushed Ye Fan aside, quickly found the preserved egg from the upper shelf of the refrigerator, and handed it to Song Hongyan.
"Sister Yan, do you need anything else?
I'll get it for you."
Nangong Youyou suggested: "By the way, you can add some pork ribs to this porridge. The preserved egg, lean meat and pork ribs porridge is also delicious?"
Song Hongyan smiled fondly: "Okay, put some pork ribs in."
Nangong Youyou pulled out another box of ribs like magic.
"You girl, you said you are going to be my bodyguard, why do I feel like you are here to eat me up?"
Ye Fan reached out to tug her ear: "You know this kitchen better than I do. It shows that you have put a lot of thought into it."
"Master said that if you know yourself and your enemy, you will be victorious in any battle. I don't know Jin Zhilin, so how can I protect you?"
Nangong Youyou swooped away from Mark's hand, ran into Song Hongyan's arms and said with a smile to Mark: "Also, I helped you kill a bad guy last night."
"He put a gun to your head outside Jin Zhilin, but I killed him both human and soul."
"That thunder strike consumed most of my food, no, energy."
"What's wrong with killing a gunman and eating some of your rice?"
Nangong Youyou claimed the credit confidently.
"Kill a bad guy?"
Ye Fan and Song Hongyan stopped moving almost at the same time.
The two looked at each other.
Then, Song Hongyan asked: "Where is that bad guy?"
“Golden Mountain Apartments visible from the backyard.”
Nangong Youyou pointed to the outside of the yard, and her face became more solemn: "This bad guy is still very powerful. Not only is he hidden so that it is difficult to feel the breath, he can also separate his soul from his body."
"Unless there is great resentment, when a person dies, it is difficult for the soul to leave the body, and will only die along with the stiffness of the body."
"But that bad guy, as soon as his body dies, his soul will be separated immediately, and he can still condense into shape and run away."
"If he escapes successfully and there are experts who take care of his soul and nourish it, he will have the opportunity to resurrect his soul in the future."
"Of course, the prerequisite is that there is the protection of an expert with excellent means, otherwise it will be difficult for this soul to escape intact."
"If you can't resurrect your corpse and bring it back to life, you will become a lonely ghost."
"Incredibly miserable."
"It can be seen that this bad guy is not only not simple himself, but also has powerful experts or organizations behind him, otherwise the separation of soul and body would not make much sense."
"But no matter how powerful the opponent is behind the scenes, the bad guy is already dead and still alive."
"I also used potion to dispose of his body, leaving not even a hair on his body."
Nangong Youyou looked proud: "I'm so good, can I add chicken legs for lunch?"
Although what Nangong Youyou said was very fantasy, Ye Fan and Song Hongyan, who had experienced Qianqian's car accident, did not question it.
Ye Fan quickly adjusted his mentality and asked: "Where is the gun in his hand? Does he have a mobile phone on him?"
He wants to find clues about the murderer.
"My phone was smashed into powder by my hammer."
Nangong Youyou was a little embarrassed, scratched her head and responded: "I also smashed the gun into a pile of iron and sold it to the scrapyard for forty yuan."
"Forty dollars, I bought two Orleans burgers at KFC and ate them all."
She also defended: "I wanted to leave one for you, but my mouth just didn't listen to me..." Ye Fan gently knocked on Nangong Youyou's head: "Prodigal girl."
"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing left."
Nangong Youyou took out a cross and said, "I thought I could sell this thing for some money, but no one wanted it."
Cross character?
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched and he reached out and took it over.
The workmanship of this cross character is almost the same as that of Tang Wangfan, but it doesn't have that kind of energy surge.
The cross in his hand looked cold and lifeless.
Ye Fan flipped through it again, his eyes fixed on a word at the bottom.
Se?
Ye Fan murmured: "Arthur?
Could it be that Prince Vandance attacked me?"
Wasn't he the one who invited the Eight-faced Buddha Association?
Song Hongyan also came over: "Vendence can't calm down so quickly?
It shouldn't be..." "This kind of sniping is really not like Van Downs' style. He is more of a smile hidden behind a knife."
"But it's consistent with pretending to be a ghost and having a strong organization."
Ye Fan exhaled a long breath: "It's a pity that the body was destroyed and all traces were destroyed, and the mobile phone was also missing. There is no evidence, otherwise I could let him drink a pot."
"Doctor Ye, is this cross useful to you?"
Seeing Ye Fan's expression, Nangong Youyou's eyes lit up.
Then she stretched out her five little fingers: "Five buns!"
Ye Fan knocked on Nangong Youyou's head, then rushed out of the kitchen and called Song's bodyguard to check...
