As soon as Ye Zhendong left, the courtyard was silent.
The three of them were very embarrassed.
Canjian looked at the door and didn't react.
He is a murderous machine, he can only kill and protect the old lady, and caring for people never exists.
He didn't know how to take care of people.
It was Ye Zhendong's entrustment that put him in a dilemma again.
He asked Ye Zhendong to leave, and Ye Zhendong immediately dragged his luggage away, and made it straightforward, not to make things difficult for him, nor to fight, giving him enough face to save his sword.
So Ye Zhendong asked him to take care of Ye Fan and Qi Qingmei, and Canjian could not refuse.
He drove Ye Zhendong away and left Ye Zhendong no chance to take care of the two of them. He should have taken some responsibility, otherwise he would be too unhuman.
But Canjian really doesn't know how to take care of and communicate.
Ye Zhendong, a murder machine, has been thinking for more than 20 years, but his life is a straight line, and his mind is always stubborn.
He stared at Ye Fan.
"Senior, fate!"
Qi Qingmei reacted first, looked at the confused Jian Jian, immediately took the wine pot and poured wine at the three porcelain bowls.
She was a smart woman. She knew that Ye Zhendong was going to retreat as he advanced, so she had to leave Baocheng and pulled the broken sword into the game with her backhand.
Therefore, bringing Ye Fan closer to Jian Jian will give them a layer of protection.
At least, this knife that stabs them can turn the tip of the knife and stab others.
Thinking of this, Qi Qingmei stuffed the porcelain bowl filled with wine into Jian Jian and Ye Fan's hands: "Drink for our fate!"
"Senior, Uncle Dong has something to leave, so let us entertain you."
Ye Fan also smiled and picked up the porcelain bowl: "Sir."
Canjian didn't talk nonsense, so he simply touched the two of them, and then drank it in.
It seems that only drinking can cushion each other's embarrassment.
As soon as he finished drinking, Qi Qingmei poured wine again, and the three of them drank another bowl.
A jar of flower carvings, everyone drank seven or eight bowls before they could bottom out. Fortunately, the three of them were not drunk.
After so much drinking, the embarrassment disappeared a lot, and there was a hint of appreciation in Canjian's eyes.
He killed no more people than Ye Zhendong and others, but few people could compare with his cruelty and cold blood, so many people regarded him as a devil.
The younger generation of the Ye family, no matter who sees him, is like a mouse or a cat.
Even Ye Jincheng would keep a distance from him, as if he disliked the blood that could not be washed off on his body that had stained him.
So Ye Fan and Qi Qingmei were so careless that he had a little more complicated emotions.
"Senior, this pig's trotter has just been released from the pot, eat it while it's hot."
Ye Fan smiled and picked up a thick and juicy pig's trotter and put it in the bowl of the broken sword.
Canjian hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the pig's trotter with his hands and chewed it. It was not refreshing enough to use chopsticks.
Ye Fan and Qi Qingmei looked at each other, and then put down their chopsticks and held the pig's trotters in their hands.
The Canjian's face was softer again...
"bite"
Just as Ye Fan invited Canjian to have dinner together, his phone started to buzz and vibrate. Ye Fan wiped his hands and walked to the corner to answer.
As soon as he fed it, Cai Lingzhi's urgent voice came from his ears: "Young Master Ye, Fang is not convenient to speak, there is something important."
Ye Fan looked solemn: "Say!"
Cai Lingzhi whispered: "Mr. Song went to Baocheng..."
Ye Fan was stunned: "Sister Yan is here in Baocheng again?"
"She accepted Ye Tang's invitation on behalf of the Song family and went to Baocheng to attend the 50th birthday party of the Yemen Lord."
"The Song family team arrived in Baocheng last night, and Mr. Song also flew over this morning."
Cai Lingzhi added: "She brought a lot of people over."
"She came to Baocheng and didn't inform me."
Ye Fan was a little surprised that Song Hongyan didn't contact her: "Why did she bring so many people?"
"A few days ago, Mr. Song found many people to investigate Chen Long's whereabouts, and asked me to help sort out Chen Long's various relationships."
Cai Lingzhi told Ye Fan the situation: "After all aspects of analysis and investigation, I locked in a position yesterday."
"Baocheng Oriental Dock!"
"There may be a hidden dragon in that place."
"Mr. Song wants me to keep it secret, and she will share this news with you."
"But from her dispatch last night and the secret operation this morning, I judged that she did not tell you the location of Chenlong."
She gave her own guess: "She wants to go to Baocheng to find Chen Long in person."
Ye Fan's face changed slightly: "Yes, she didn't tell me... Are you saying that Sister Yan might go around and kill Chen Long?"
"That's right!"
Cai Lingzhi took over the topic: "Ninety-nine percent are dealing with Chen Long."
"Otherwise she wouldn't say hello to you, and I've received news that in addition to the Song family, President Song also hired a lot of mercenaries to work hard."
Her tone was very serious: "I guess she will definitely win this time. I'm worried that Chenlong will still fight..."
"Okay, I get it."
Ye Fan believed Cai Lingzhi's speculation. Song Hongyan always talked about Chen Long and would give him a good explanation to see who was behind the scenes.
Now that she has obtained the possible hiding position of Chen Long, she will definitely surround and kill him at all costs.
Thinking of Chen Long's cunning and ferocity, Ye Fan's face changed slightly.
He quickly put away his phone and shouted to Qi Qingmei: "Qi Qingmei, you are entertaining Senior Canjian, I have something to deal with."
"good"
Qi Qingmei subconsciously asked, "What happened?"
"Kill someone!"
Ye Fan replied, asking Miao Fenglang to leave a protective cover to Qi Qingmei, and then rushed out of the door like a whirlwind.
He got into the car and was about to step on the accelerator to leave, but he saw a gust of wind blowing in the back row. He turned his head and saw that Canjian was sitting in the back row.
Ye Fan was stunned: "Senior, I have something important to do. You can stay for dinner. After you finish eating, let Qingmei send you back."
Canjian's tone was indifferent: "I will take care of you."
He could see that Ye Fan had something important, so he wanted to help him with him.
As long as you help, you will be considered as completing the care that Ye Zhendong ordered.
In this way, he would not have to worry about how to take care of Ye Fan.
Ye Fan knew what he meant and wanted to say something, but eventually drove out.
At this moment, Oriental Dock, the entrance to the abandoned factory area.
Song Hongyan sat in a nanny car, holding a glass of brandy and taking a sip, making her nerves more sensitive.
Then, she put down the wine glass and made people open the car door.
As soon as the car door opened, five or six cold men and women stood outside, all wearing masks, some holding guns and some holding knives.
Song Hongyan glanced at these people, then took a stack of bank cards from her zombie.
Golden and shiny.
"Swordfish Squad, left."
"Shitfire Squad, right."
"Slay the tiger, the hero, the front..."
"Seventh Battalion, rear!"
Song Hongyan calmly deployed the tasks and threw out bank cards at the same time.
"There is only one thing today, I will take down Chenlong at any cost!"