After drinking a few glasses of wine from Ye Jinfeng and others, Ye Feiyang asked Ye Feiyang to entertain the brothers he released, and he hurried back to the Luo family garden.
He stepped into the hall with a gloomy face and saw his mother painting.
The woman was wearing a cheongsam, with long hair tied up and brushed through it, which not only outlined her slim figure, but also made her feel a little more intellectual.
Ye Jincheng did not appreciate his mother's youth and spoke in a few steps:
"Mom, when will Qianqian take action?"
He was very straightforward: "I don't want to see Ye Fan again for a minute."
"What's wrong?"
"Ye Fan has provoked you again?"
Luo Feihua didn't raise her head: "Qi Qingmei's incident?"
Obviously, there are also people who are staring at today's airport picking up people.
"That woman, I refused to force me to get married, and she got angry and got into Ye Fan's car and looked around."
Ye Jincheng exhaled a long breath: "I don't want to be the laughing stock of the whole city."
"Qi Qingmei is a profit-oriented woman. If she can't become your woman, she will be angry and irritated with Ye Fan to stimulate you."
Luo Feihua smiled unanimously: "What are you doing with her? Just do your own thing."
"Can you really fall in love with her?"
She still didn't look up, but just pinched the brush and drew it carefully, allowing a kind and kind face to gradually appear.
"It's impossible for me to have sex with her, and my feelings for her have faded, but I don't want her to live with Ye Fan in my eyes."
Ye Jincheng responded word by word: "Even if she and Ye Fan play tricks, I can't stand it."
He was very determined: "I would rather let her die than be a joke on myself."
"You, sometimes you are extremely smart, sometimes you are childish and incompetent."
Luo Feihua's brush fell on the portrait's face, outlining a pair of deep eyes:
"Let Qi Qingmei die?"
"Although she is a discarded chess piece, she is also the nephew of the Qi family. If she dies, it will still cause some trouble."
"You are at a critical moment now. Once something bad happens, I'm afraid it will affect your birthday party."
"Hone up."
"Did you bear it if you didn't see me? I was someone who was slapped in public by Ye Fan. Now I'm going out to chat with celebrities in the circle, and they will stimulate me intentionally or unintentionally."
"I'm so embarrassed, why don't I endure it?"
She calmly advised her son: "When we get what we want, it will not be too late for us to settle the score one by one."
Luo Feihua hated Ye Fan and was grateful to Ye Fan. If it weren't for his slaps, she would have been so arrogant for many years.
Now she has hatred in her heart, but it also makes her wise and knows how to endure again.
Ye Jincheng's voice sank: "You can't move Qi Qingmei, then you can teach Ye Fan a lesson, right? Where is the wonderful hand Qianqian? How many days have she not taken action?"
"Qianqian said that Ye Fan is too vigilant and still has a knife hidden in her smile. She can't find the opportunity to have a thunder attack for the time being."
Luo Feihua continued to outline the nose of the portrait: "So I have been re-studying Ye Fan these days, finding his gap and fighting to the end."
"It's also a waste. For so many days, there's no progress at all, and I'm still studying..."
Ye Jincheng was in a bad mood: "I don't know if the name of her God's Hand was blew out by a navy."
"Don't say that Qianqian."
Luo Feihua's pretty face was slightly cold: "She has always regarded you as a relative."
"I heard that it was for you, so I called her and she returned to Baocheng as quickly as possible."
She alerted Ye Jincheng: "For this reason, she also risked the huge danger of being surrounded and killed by the national police."
Ye Jincheng also knew that he was a little too much: "I'm sorry, mom, it's because I'm talking too hard, I'll make up for Qianqian another day."
"Qianqian doesn't need you to make up for it. She just hopes that your brother will take office as soon as possible and win the face of the Ye family and the Luo family."
Luo Feihua's tone was indifferent: "You are the hope of many people and Qianqian's expectation."
"clear!"
Ye Jincheng tried hard to suppress his anger and suddenly remembered something:
"I heard that Ye Fan rushed into Tongtian Temple and drew 300 milliliters of the blood of Lao Zhai Master?"
Luo Feihua slowly stopped the brush in her hand:
"That's right, Tang Ruoxue's blood collapse requires blood transfusion, and only the blood of Lao Zhai Master is connected, so Ye Fan broke up and asked for a tube of blood."
She showed a hint of regret: "The two sides fought, but unfortunately they didn't fight, and they didn't stay alive, otherwise Ye Fan would have died."
"Why did the Lord Lao Zhai agree to Ye Fan that bastard?"
Ye Jincheng's anger came again: "Don't Lao Zhai and the others support me? How do you know that Ye Fan is my mortal enemy and help?"
"And Ye Fan and Cihangzhai are also celebrating the festival together?"
"Why don't you consider my feelings if you want to shake hands with Ye Fan?"
In Ye Biencheng's view, if the Lord Laozhai did not help Ye Fan, Tang Ruoxue would die, and once Tang Ruoxue died, Ye Fan would fall apart.
So he felt a little resentment in his heart.
"Damn it!"
Luo Feihua's pretty face sank: "The Lord Lao Zhai has her own arrangements. Do you have your brain to question?"
Ye Jincheng felt a little bored: "It's not a question, it's just that I can't figure it out."
"Ye Fan rushed to the Lord Lao Zhai and knelt down. If Lord Lao Zhai doesn't help, wouldn't she seem cold-blooded and ruthless?"
Luo Feihua said lightly: "Besides, Lao Zhai Master did not give Ye Fan a tube of blood for nothing. Zhuang Zhiruo said that Lao Zhai Master controlled Ye Fan's life and death."
"This favor can make Ye Fan live or die."
"This is not a bad thing for us."
"As long as we continue to obtain the support of Lao Zhaizhu, one day we can take this favor, won't we easily kill Ye Fan?"
She added meaningfully: "Isn't it worth it to get Ye Fan's life?"
It looks really cost-effective.
Ye Jincheng's eyes flashed with a ruthlessness, as if he had already pinched Ye Fan's life and death.
He sneered: "Doesn't this mean we have a killer weapon?"
Luo Feihua nodded: "Absolutely, of course, don't let Lao Zhai down."
"I'm in a much better mood now."
Ye Jincheng's voice was sharp: "But when I think of Ye Fan and Qi Qingmei hang out, I wish I could kill them now."
"Why are you like a mad dog now? You are thinking about revenge in your heart. Where did you go in your past wisdom and calmness?"
Luo Feihua got up, slapped her son in the face and shouted:
"Do you know how many people sacrifice everything for you?"
"In order to welcome Ye Feiyang and the others back, Chen Qingyan gave all the Jinyuan club to Ye Fan."
"In order to come back and help you win the lottery, Qianqian's 1 billion business will no longer be sold."
"Are you worried about growing up well? Are you worthy of their efforts?"
"As soon as you move your whole body, now is a critical moment, can you be patient anymore?"
She was disappointed with her son for the first time and found that he had lost his former calmness and was blinded by hatred and jealousy.
This also made Luo Feihua even more resentful to Ye Fan. If it weren't for this troublemaker, how could Baocheng be in a turbulent situation and how could his son feel anxious?
"Mom, I'm sorry, I've drunk too much."
Ye Jincheng's body was shocked by his mother's slap in the face. He felt his mother's anger and retreated like a tide.
He regained his calmness and bowed slightly to his mother: "I will listen to you, and I will endure it again and again."
"It's not impossible if you have to breathe..."
Seeing his son bowing his head like this, Luo Feihua felt bad, and reached out to rub his son's cheek and said softly:
"Tomorrow afternoon, representatives of the Jin family chaebol of the Southern Kingdom will come over. They are preparing to celebrate the birthday of Lord Ye..."