"Ms. Yang is such a smart person. It's so exciting to deal with people like you."
Ye Fan laughed loudly when he heard this, leaned back on the chair and spoke:
"But before bargaining, I want to know why you stabbed Qin Foyuan and the others?"
He asked curiously: "They are people in your circle, good friends, allies and best friends."
"Is Mr. Ye purely curious, or do he want to record it as a handle?"
Yang Xin'er smiled at Ye Fan: "Actually, there is no need to ask me about my grudges with them."
"This doesn't make much sense to Mr. Ye."
"Pure curiosity is equivalent to gossip and a waste of time."
"Record as a handle? It's useless!"
"One is that you can't guarantee that the grudges I said are true."
"There is another thing that even if I tell my grudges and grudges, I can still turn over my confessions in the future because you forced me to recite the lines."
Yang Xin'er avoided Ye Fan's question: "So let's directly discuss the conditions for my survival."
Ye Fan was able to see through everything about her, so Yang Xin'er lost the idea of being a little sheep, so as not to let Ye Fan laugh at it like a clown.
Moreover, she had some understanding of Ye Fan's temperament, and it was meaningless to go around in circles. If she wanted to survive, it would be better to be more straightforward.
"Something makes sense!"
Ye Fan laughed: "Then what price do you think you can impress me?"
He turned his army with a calm and calm style.
Yang Xin'er was stunned when she heard this, as if she didn't expect Ye Fan to kick her the ball.
Then she returned to peace.
"What can be used as a price and condition is nothing more than money, color, reputation, and power!"
"I can't take out the money, one billion, one trillion, and one billion, and one hundred and eight billion, Ye Shao doesn't look down on it."
"I'm pretty good, although I'm not in a position to do anything, I'm still inferior to Mr. Song."
"The most important thing is that in the eyes of Mr. Ye, I am a bamboo and Yeqing, and you will not have any relationship with me."
"Even if I tell Mr. Ye that I have unlocked the seventy-two postures without a teacher, I am afraid that Ye Fan will not be interested at all."
Yang Xin'er's tone was a hint of coquettishness and regret, and she felt frustrated by her that she could not tempt Ye Fan.
Otherwise, she would not only survive calmly, but also join forces with Ye Fan to seek huge benefits for herself.
Ye Fan smiled faintly, and was not moved by the woman's provocation of retreating to advancing.
"Famous, I can create a good reputation for Mr. Ye, but Mr. Ye shouldn't care."
Yang Xin'er continued to lightly open her red lips:
"Otherwise, Mr. Ye would not not only not spread the reputation of the innocent genius doctor, but also completely eliminated it at all costs."
"If Young Master Ye has more information and is more famous, Wenren Feipeng and the others will not be able to recognize Young Master Ye."
"Excluding three, then the temptation of 'right' is left."
"Mr. Ye is willing to give me a way out and a chance to negotiate..."
"If I guess it's good, you want this 'right'."
"Of course, this right is not because you asked me to give you an official position or power, and you don't look down on the official power of Xia State..."
"If my guess is good, Mr. Ye needs an agent of Xia Kingdom."
"And he is a high-powered agent!"
Yang Xin'er's pupils condensed into a ray of light and stared at Ye Fan: "Mr. Ye wants to influence Xia Kingdom through Yang Xin'er?"
"Hahaha, smart people are smart people!"
Ye Fan let out a hearty laugh and then gave Yang Xiner a thumbs up:
"A single word or look can find the answer-"
"Yes, I have some intentions about Xia State and need a smart person with a prominent identity to be my agent."
"Will Miss Yang be my Xia Guobai glove?"
He pushed the cup of tea he had made in front of Yang Xiner:
"If you want, drink this cup of tea and leave."
If he didn't want to, what would the ending be? Ye Fan didn't say it, but he knew Yang Xin'er could guess it.
Yang Xin'er's eyelids were pounding and her breathing was rapid.
Her eyes were bright and she stared at the tea in front of her.
Drinking this cup of tea is not only a transaction, but also a constraint.
From now on, she will be Ye Fan’s lackey in Xia Country.
Yang Xin'er can judge that this cup of tea has something, enough to control her own life and death.
She was a little unwilling to be controlled by others like this, but she knew that if she didn't drink this tea, she would not be able to survive today.
Ye Fan couldn't let her go back to Xia Guo safely, who was still scheming with her hands.
Yang Xin'er hesitated and picked up the teacup.
"This cup of tea has been gulled!"
Ye Fan said again: "Drink, you will never have a way out of the boat."
Yang Xin'er's hand shook slightly.
"What? Don't dare to drink it?"
Ye Fan looked at the woman and smiled gently: "Or don't want to drink?"
"Ms. Yang's pattern is not big enough."
He turned his head and shouted to Shen Dongxing: "Mr. Shen, open up the landscape for Miss Yang."
"clear!"
Shen Dongxing threw away the forty-meter-long sword and opened the bedroom door with a loud bang.
Yang Xin'er subconsciously turned her head.
A man with a glasses with a frightened face and a gunshot wound when he heard everything was instantly visible.
Four eyes are opposite!
"Xin'er..."
"Xia Zhongshu..."
Yang Xiner's whole body suddenly became cold.
The man with glasses belongs to Yang Xiner and the others.
He is the son of a big boss of the Xia Guowen Academy and a new member of the Wenren Feipeng circle.
Although his status is not as good as Qin Foyuan and Zhan Daofeng, he can still be on par with her Yang Xiner and speak with her.
But he doesn't know martial arts, so he has no presence in Yang Xiner's eyes.
Yang Xin'er thought he was shot to death by Shen Dongxing and the others as long ago as a woman in black dress.
She never expected that although the man with glasses was shot, he survived.
Yang Xin'er even unexpectedly, Ye Fan let him live until now and let him appear in this yard.
This means that the man in glasses may have heard everything she and Ye Fan said just now.
"You are free, go back to Xia Country."
At this time, Ye Fan patted the man on the shoulder of the glasses.
"Swoosh--"
The man in glasses was shocked when he heard this, and he got up and ran away regardless of the pain of the gunshot wound.
He knew that if Ye Fan gave him freedom, it did not mean that he was safe.
Especially he had just heard everything he shouldn't have heard.
He ran to the golf course exit with all his might.
"Swoosh--"
Yang Xin'er had already reacted, and her pretty face changed drastically and showed murderous intent in an instant.
She kicked the glass coffee table with a bang.
The coffee table flew out like a cannonball, hitting the man with glasses not far away like a meteor.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the man in glasses screamed and fell to the ground.
The coffee table also shattered with a sound.
The man in glasses struggled hard despite the pain, trying to get up.
But Yang Xin'er had already shot like a female lion.
She arrived behind the man in glasses like a sharp arrow.
"Xin'er, I didn't hear anything-"
The man with glasses who felt the danger roared: "I won't leak it!"
"Click--"
Yang Xin'er did not respond at all. She made a mistake in her hands and directly twisted the man in glasses' neck.
The man with glasses turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees.
I happened to have a face-to-face meeting with Yang Xin'er.
The remaining consciousness made him widen his eyes, as if he was angry, and as if he was questioning.
"Bang--"
Yang Xin'er did not look at the young man with glasses in his eyes, but just slowly let go of his hands and let him fall to the ground with a bang.
Seeing her companions losing their vitality and watching Chen Dongxing's recording, Yang Xin'er's face was pale indescribably.
Then, she bit her red lips and walked back to Ye Fan.
Yang Xin'er's hands are no longer clean and she has no choice!
"Si—"
Ye Fan poured another cup of tea.
Then he handed it to Yang Xiner.
"call--"
This time, Yang Xin'er did not hesitate anymore and reached out to take the hot tea cup.
"very good!"
Ye Fan smiled faintly, clapped his hands, and pressed Yang Xiner's head:
"However, this tea must be drunk on your knees..."