After accepting Dong Qianli's brother and sister, Ye Fan called Song Hongyan and the others, and then set up two tables to celebrate.
Ye Fan also made proper arrangements for Dong Qianli brothers and sisters.
He asked Dong Qianli to recover from his injuries first, and he will be the driver of Hengcheng when the injuries healed.
This can make Ye Fan more familiar with Hengcheng, and it can also deepen the relationship between the two.
If there are other developments in the future or what Dong Qianli wants, Ye Fan will make corresponding arrangements for him.
The salary is 20,000 yuan, and a commission from Hengcheng Jin Zhilin in the future.
As for Dong Shuangshuang, Ye Fan certainly would not let her continue to do odd jobs.
Ye Fan called Chairman Qi Da and arranged Dong Shuangshuang to Qianying Company to be an artist.
Dong Shuangshuang longed for the attention of everyone, so Ye Fan gave her the opportunity to rise. Whether she could seize it depends on herself.
Seeing Ye Fan arrange his and his sister so properly, Dong Qianli is even more in love with Ye Fan.
He wished he could recover soon and charge Ye Fan.
After Ye Fan finished his meal, he returned to Qilin 2, and Song Hongyan handed Ye Fan a cup of hot milk to relieve wine.
At the same time, she smiled at Ye Fan: "Doctor Ye, congratulations, I have accepted another player."
She has a comprehensive understanding of Dong Qianli and knows that this is an invincible master of hidden weapons.
With him protecting Ye Fan, Ye Fan will be safer in the future, and Song Hongyan will be happy.
"Dong Qianli is indeed a rare talent."
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "But he is afraid of bloody storms when he follows me, and he is afraid he will never return to the ordinary days of selling lottery tickets."
"Since the Dong family stood in the purple-clothed youth camp ten years ago, Dong Qianli's dullness has disappeared."
Song Hongyan smiled and said, "Unless he can be a turtle that will shrink his head for the rest of his life, and it will hide it so that people cannot see their identity."
"Otherwise, he and Dong Shuangshuang will be involved in the storm sooner or later."
"After following us, although the storm will be quite large, the risks the big ship will bear are far better than his light boat."
She added: "I think Dong Qianli will not regret today's choice!"
"My wife is right!"
Ye Fan smiled and hugged Song Hongyan, whispered to the woman: "Don't you regret choosing me later?"
Song Hongyan gently wiped away the milk from the corner of Ye Fan's mouth:
"I just regret not knowing you earlier, otherwise I would have been a little woman earlier."
"A little earlier, as long as I'm a little earlier, I can be the only one in your heart..."
Her fingers were still drawing circles on Ye Fan's chest, and there was an indescribable regret in her eyes.
If she had known Ye Fan a year earlier, she could have filled Ye Fan's entire atrium.
"You are my only one now!"
Ye Fan laughed loudly, grabbed the woman's finger, lowered his head and kissed the woman's red lips...
Ye Fan and Song Hongyan were warm and were about to take a nap, but they were woken up by Ling Guojiang's phone call again.
Ling Guojiang asked Ye Fan to go to Ling's house for afternoon tea.
Ye Fan thought Ling Guojiang was afraid that there was something important, so he rushed over without saying much.
Half an hour later, Ye Fan appeared in front of Ling Guojiang.
Ling Guojiang sat in the glass room, basking in the sun, and there was a table in front of him with desserts and black tea on it.
After recuperation for so many days, Ling Guojiang's complexion is even better and gives people a sense of energy.
Ye Fan was not too polite, so he poured himself a cup of black tea and drank it.
Then, he asked casually: "Old man, what's the big deal if you ask me to come?"
"Luo Badao sent Luo Yanni to come and sent me an invitation in person."
Ling Guojiang handed Ye Fan a black and white post:
"Luo Feiyu is buried at 4 pm tomorrow. He invites the Ling family to visit the Luo family cemetery."
He asked back, "You said, should I go there?"
"funeral?"
Ye Fan unexpectedly got the post:
"I thought he would be frozen for ten days and half a month, and he would not be buried without revenge of blood feud."
"Now I'm in a hurry to get buried, I'm afraid there's a world inside."
The corpse is always the biggest killer as the victim.
This is also the reason why Yang Feicui and Jia Qilin have not been buried yet.
"I heard that Jia Zihao was angry that Luo Feiyu killed his son, and then sent Luo Feiyu back to the Luo family."
Ling Guojiang picked up the black tea and took a sip, and then his voice was slow:
"Luo Badao couldn't bear to look at him directly, and was worried that his female family would be stimulated, so he wanted to bury Luo Feiyu as soon as possible."
"There is plenty of reasons, but I always feel like there is something in it."
"I have heard the news that the Luo family is trying their best to sell their assets and run away."
Ling Guojiang smiled: "The 10 billion donated to the Rui King royal family to build a medical school is the cost of opening the road."
"Middle, run away..."
Ye Fan thought: "Are you worried about something going on at the funeral tomorrow?"
"Luo Badao fuck you and other enemies and ran away?"
He could somewhat see Ling Guojiang's thoughts.
"In addition to posting to me, Luo Badao also gave the other seven gambling kings invitations."
Ling Guojiang smiled softly: "That is to say, he invited all first-class forces outside the Yang family."
"Although I don't think Luo Badao has the courage to take it all, what if he is jealous and stabbed him in the side?"
He sighed: "The current chaos and many things are hard to explain and see."
"It's really a bit risky when you look at it."
Ye Fan gently shook the black tea: "Then don't participate, or send a representative to you."
"But if you don't go, it's a bit unkind. After all, he has a son who died."
Ling Guojiang had a headache: "And I won't go anymore, he will treat me as an enemy..."
"Why do I feel like you want to participate in it?"
Ye Fan suddenly smelled something and looked at the old man: "Are you eager for something to happen to make a fuss?"
"I know the funeral will be a good show."
Ling Guojiang laughed: "I don't want to miss it, but I'm afraid of death..."
Ye Fan was straightforward and neat: "Be more direct!"
"I want you to accompany me."
Ling Guojiang picked up the teapot and poured a full cup for Ye Fan: "With you here, I will be fearless!"
Ye Fan tapped his finger lightly without responding directly...
While Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang were discussing whether to attend the funeral, Tang Ruoxue was also standing at a shooting range to scan thirty men with masks.
These are the thirty snipers drawn by Jia Zihao and his second wife.
The leader is a triangular man, neither tall nor strong, and silently like wood.
But it gives people an indescribable sense of danger.
Tang Ruoxue would not be fooled by Jia Zihao and the others easily. Thirty snipers arrived and asked them to come to the shooting range to shoot.
She wants to see if these gunmen are genuine or a dog or a cat.
"I don't care about your true faces, nor do I care about your details."
Tang Ruoxue's eyes were very sharp: "Because we are the same target and the same enemy gathered together."
"If you want to complete the task, you can only have one mind and one mind to work together, and it has nothing to do with your identity."
"So I won't be curious about you, nor do I have any doubts about your motives."
"It's just that the identity details have nothing to do with the mission, but your abilities affect whether the attack is successful."
"So please show your most powerful and powerful shooting skills."
"Let me see your abilities and see if you are qualified to perform tasks with me."
Tang Ruoxue pointed his finger forward: "Mobile target, each person will have ten bullets, and they will miss more than twice, and then go back."
There are three hundred UFOs, ten each, and you must hit more than eight, otherwise you will not be qualified to take the remnant action.
Thirty snipers responded in a low voice: "I understand!"
"Turn around!"
Tang Ruoxue made another gesture: "Give you five minutes to prepare."
"Check firearms, check ammunition, calculate distance and wind direction."
She reminded the thirty snipers: "I hope you won't let me down."
The thirty snipers did not move at all, but just stood quietly with the triangular-eyed man.
No one checked the firearms, no ammunition, and no one counted the distance or wind direction.
They seem to know nothing, and they seem to be full of confidence.
Tang Ruoxue frowned slightly when she heard this, thinking that Jia Zihao and the others were causing trouble, so she found a group of rookies for herself.
But she didn't say much, just slowly retreated under the sun umbrella on the platform.
She sat on the chair and asked Aunt Qing to record the video in full.
Tang Ruoxue was preparing to throw the achievements of these people to Jia Zihao and the others.
Either change to a group of real snipers, or cooperate to cancel the revenge of Luo Badao.
When five minutes arrived, Tang Ruoxue gave an order: "Shoot!"
"Swoosh swish swish--"
After the words came to an end, three hundred flying saucers popped up in an instant after a hundred meters ahead.
Very fast, like a bird.
"Bang bang bang--"
But before Tang Ruoxue could get back to the seat, he saw Triangle Eye and the others turn around at the same time.
The muzzle pointed in the air, then the trigger was pulled.
Amidst a series of gunfire, countless pieces flew in front of me.
Then he rolled and shot high or low.
"boom--"
Thirty guns shot at the same time again.
Three hundred bullets kept firing out, pouring into the sky like rain.
Three hundred UFOs ejected out and smashed them all...