After the bullfighting ring storm fell, Ye Fan asked Tang Qi to close the bullfighting ring and asked Tang Ruoxue to use 1.2 billion US dollars to block the hole.
He took this opportunity to find Cai Lingzhi, wanting her to investigate Qin Jiutian's background.
Although it was enough to cut off the opponent's hands and one leg to Qin Jiutian, Ye Fan could judge from his hard-working situation that this guy would not give up.
However, Cai Lingzhi was not at home, so Ye Fan had to turn to find Song Hongyan to see if she knew Qin Jiutian.
Ye Fan came to Hongyan Group. It was the peak period after get off work. He walked through the crowd and came to the floor where Song Hongyan was.
He greeted the secretary and then came to Song Hongyan's office.
Ye Fan did not knock on the door and wanted to go in and surprise Song Hongyan directly. But as soon as he pushed open the door, he heard Song Hongyan angrily shouting with his back to the door:
If you don’t see, you won’t see.
No matter who he is or what his identity is, I will never see him.
I have never been by my side for many years and have not protected me for a day. I have long regarded him as a dead person.
I don't want my current life to be disturbed, nor do I think about taking advantage of him.
Tell him that if he still has a little conscience, he will never come to me.
She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and was very angry: I don’t have such a father.
Father?
Ye Fan stopped slightly when he heard this.
He suddenly remembered Song Hongyan's situation. She had never seen her father since she was born and had been living in the Song family with her mother.
If Song Wansan hadn't been good to them, they would have been driven out by the Song family's nephews.
This made Song Hongyan take her dowry early on the road of hard work, and also made her hate her father who never appeared to her, and even complain about her mother.
Song Hongyan really couldn't figure out why her mother couldn't tell her father who she was in the past twenty years?
OK, let’s not talk about it, just like that.
For more than 20 years, you have been keeping your father's identity firmly. I asked you a thousand times and eight hundred times when I was a child.
You asked me, a child without a father, to be considerate of him, so don't tell me who he is now and in the future.
When Song Hongyan saw Ye Fan's shadow, she restrained her emotions and spoke to the other end of the phone: I don't want to know, and I won't see him either.
After saying that, she hung up the phone, grabbed her cell phone and looked out the window, her pretty face became more gloomy.
Auntie calls?
Ye Fan walked over and pressed the woman behind her back and said: She wants you to recognize your father?
That's right!
Feeling Ye Fan's breath, Song Hongyan's mood relaxed a lot, and she shook Ye Fan's hand and sighed:
Over the past twenty years, she has never revealed my father's identity when she was beaten to death. Whether it is her grandfather, uncle, or I begged, she keeps it confidential for him.
You said that if she keeps her confidentiality, she will keep it confidential for a lifetime. In this way, maybe I will look up to her.
But today I called me and said that my father had been staring at me secretly, and said that he wanted to recognize me and hoped that I could give me a chance.
When he needed his care, he didn't show up. Now I'm fine, but he appears.
Why should I recognize him? Why should I let him enjoy family happiness?
I will not meet him or recognize him. If my mother dares to force me, I will not even recognize her.
Song Hongyan is as clear as ever: My mother is also in her mind. How can she care about this kind of man who has not been with her for more than 20 years?
Maybe she didn't want to recognize that man either, she just felt that you father and daughter had the right to recognize each other.
Ye Fan comforted Song Hongyan with a soft voice: Don’t blame your aunt, she has lived a harder life than you in the past twenty years.
Not only do you have to bear the roll of your eyes, but you also have to hold on to your father's identity and bear the blame of your daughter.
Maybe she has something wrong, but I believe she has difficulties.
He chuckled: Don’t think too much, you are already an adult, and you are still Mr. Song. If you don’t want to recognize each other, no one can force you.
My little man is really good. He is much sweeter than before and can comfort people.
After Ye Fan's advice, Song Hongyan felt much more relieved, and then she smiled and turned around and wrapped around Ye Fan's neck:
It's really not in vain that my sister trained you for so long.
You are right. I have grown up and can make my own decisions without being controlled by my parents.
OK, I pretended not to answer my mother's call, and continued to think that my father was dead.
Thinking about it this way, I feel much better
It’s rare for a little man to come to the company to find his sister. Do you want to treat me to dinner, watch a movie and get off the bed sheets?
Song Hongyan teased Ye Fan again: As long as you nod, your sister is willing to be eaten by you at any time, and you don’t have to be responsible.
Ye Fan grabbed Song Hongyan's hand and smiled helplessly: You, your mind is thinking about everything all day long.
Song Hongyan pouted her mouth: food and sex are also
I have something to ask you, but it's so late now, let's go for a meal.
Ye Fan reached out and told the woman's show: Go to the restaurant to have a meal and chat.
Candlelight supper!
Song Hongyan excitedly held Ye Fan's arm and walked towards the door: Let's go eat puffer fish, and accidentally become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks.
Ten minutes later, Song Hongyan and Ye Fan, who had finished the explanation, fell to the first floor.
More than a dozen bodyguards of Song who received the instructions immediately dispersed and took the car to escort the two of them to dinner.
Woo--
Just as Ye Fan and Song Hongyan were about to get into the car, a roar of cars came, from far to near, and it was very fast.
When the Song bodyguard subconsciously pulled out the gun, three white Hummas roared across the door of the office building.
The car door opened and nine men and women in gray emerged.
The leader is a round-faced man with a straight body and a windy walk. His left hand is broken and his right hand is callused. He is obviously the master of blood and fire.
He led his men straight to Ye Fan and Song Hongyan.
stop!
Song Hongyan shouted: Who are you? What are you going to do?
More than a dozen Song bodyguards immediately raised their guns, intimidating the round-faced man.
Ye Fan also narrowed his eyes and wondered what the origin of these people were.
Ye Tang, Northern Branch Office, Han Four Fingers.
The round-faced man had no turbulence on his face. He raised his left hand and a document fell into Song Hongyan's hands.
Then, he stared at Ye Fan and spoke word by word:
Ye Fan, you are involved in the killing of Ye Tang's son Qin Jiutian, and we are ordered to take you back to investigate.
Ye Guoshi also asked for cooperation.
His tone was indifferent, but it was unquestionable, as if no one could change the decision.
Song Hongyan opened the ID and saw that her pretty face changed slightly. She was really Ye Tang's person.
She tried it without giving up, but the results were still true.
Qin Jiutian is dead?
Ye Fan was first surprised that Qin Jiutian was related to Ye Tang, and then he was even more shocked that he died after several hours.
I did have a conflict with Qin Jiutian and fired three shots at him, but he was fine when he left.
He was very direct: I have nothing to do with his death, you are wrong.
He smelled a conspiracy and took out his phone and sent a message.
We hope this is impossible, too.
Han Siqi's tone was cold, but his expression was filled with sadness. It was obvious that Qin Jiutian was really dead.
However, Qin Jiutian is indeed dead, and it is related to you, Tang Ruoxue and others.
He looked very firm: We have enough evidence. Now, please come with us first, Ye Guoshi.
It is impossible. Ye Fan said that he had not killed him, it was impossible that he would have killed someone.
Song Hongyan's face turned cold: This is a frame-up, Ye Fan is innocent.
Han Siwei still stared at Ye Fan coldly: If Ye Fan was innocent, we would restore his innocence.
Song Hongyan shouted again: Ye Fan is a national sage. Have you ever asked Hengdian for arresting him?
Sorry, the instructions we received were to take Ye Fan back at any cost.
Han Siwei's voice sank: Come, take it away!
Eight companions stepped forward with indifference.
Take another step forward and don't blame me for shooting.
Song Hongyan stood in front of Ye Fan and shouted: To capture Ye Fan, Mrs. Zhao must nod.
She hadn't figured out the matter yet, but she absolutely believed in Ye Fan. Ye Fan said he didn't kill anyone, so naturally he didn't kill anyone.
Now he must have been framed. Once he is captured by Ye Tang, Ye Fan's situation will become very dangerous. After all, he has a grudge against Ye Jincheng.
In her tilt, more than a dozen Song bodyguards raised their guns and pointed at Han Siwei.
At the same time, dozens of Song family security personnel rushed out of the building and surrounded eight people with shotguns.
Mr. Song
Han Si's fingers ripped apart his clothes with a crack, revealing dozens of scars on his upper body, looking at Song Hongyan with fearlessness:
Ye Tang's people were born loyal to the country. The least feared was the sword and gun, and the least concern was the bullet and blood.