The next morning, Ye Fan washed up and then went out to Ruyi Hotel.
Liu Fugui did not come to Nanling, so Ye Fan directly drove the Bugatti Veyron left by Chen Dongxing.
There was a traffic jam on the road and I was not familiar with supercar operations, so when Ye Fan walked into the Western Restaurant on the third floor, it was already 7:35.
Ye Fan did not position himself reading the text message, so he locked in Su Ruhua and the others.
This is not because he knows Su Ruhua.
But Su Ruhua and the others were too eye-catching and were almost the focus of the entire Western restaurant.
I saw two top beauties sitting at a table in one corner.
One was wearing a bat-shaped top, a black short skirt and a pair of stockings, and his melon-shaped face was so delicate that it was unreasonable.
The black stockings and the snow-white thighs form a sharp contrast, giving people a strong visual conflict.
This is Su Ruhua.
Another woman looked twenty-seven or eight years old, with a squid face, long hair tied up, and a Givenchy shirt and a pair of trousers.
The button on her chest was deliberately empty, giving people a visual impact, and the black trousers outlined the most perfect curve of her waist.
Su Ruhua's female companion, Chen Churan.
The two women are similar and exquisite, and are also very proud, even more so than the internet celebrity.
That natural indifference and lofty alike made countless coveted men feel ashamed of themselves and they didn't even have the courage to sit at the table next to them.
But they did not leave, sitting in the distance and whispering.
When he saw Ye Fan walking over, he probably was the one who was waiting for the two women.
Everyone's faces suddenly showed disappointment and contempt. In their eyes, Ye Fan was completely unworthy of the two women.
Several people had the expression of flowers hanging on cow dung.
When Su Ruhua saw Ye Fan walking straight towards him, she immediately guessed that this person was Ye Fan.
When he glanced at Ye Fan, Su Ruhua's eyes were disappointed.
She had long guessed that the poor boy from China Sea had no highlights, but this seemed too inconspicuous, right?
In fact, strictly speaking, Ye Fan’s dress is not as rustic as hell.
T-shirts, trousers, cloth shoes, simple and casual, mainly because Ye Fan is comfortable to wear, and the outfit costs nearly a thousand yuan.
But Su Ruhua has seen too many rich second-generations, and even many famous stars, and unconsciously compared Ye Fan with these people.
In this way, Ye Fan does feel like he just came out of the mountain.
The woman opposite Su Ruhua also saw Ye Fan, and after scanning, she showed a hint of disgust:
"Hongyan really lost the face of our Nanling best friend group."
In her eyes, Ye Fan didn't even have a pass line.
The men they interact with best friends are either rich or noble, or handsome and elegant.
And they are also very capable, able to drive Ferrari or Porsche with one hand.
"Hello, are you Miss Su?"
Ye Fan came to the No. 8 table and looked at the strongest woman and asked.
"Yes, I'm Su Ruhua."
Su Ruhua nodded and asked back without giving up: "Are you Ye Fan?"
She always felt that although Song Hongyan went to Zhonghai early, her eyes would not be so bad. Even if she didn't like Zheng Junqing, she should find a billionaire.
Otherwise, how can you be worthy of the title of grandson-in-law, the richest man in Jiangnan?
"That's right, I'm Ye Fan."
Ye Fan sat down on the chair: "I don't know what Hongyan has to say to you? Can't she come out to see me?"
"Who do you think you are?"
Chen Churan's pretty face jokingly said: "Hongyan is the princess in our circle. Do you think she can meet her if you want?"
"It is a great honor for us to come out to see you."
"So too, you didn't ask you to come to Nanling, why did you come here?"
"This is not something you can compare with in the urban-rural junction."
Chen Churan, who was born in the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, looked at Ye Fan contemptuously: "I really don't know what Hongyan likes you?"
At this time, the tall waiter came up and gave Su Ruhua and Chen Churan a breakfast each.
Breakfast is rich, a pile of baked eggs, a pound of lobster meat, a slice of muffin, a glass of milk, and three ounces of sturgeon caviar
6888 per serving.
Then, the waiter asked Ye Fan if he wanted to have a breakfast too.
Ye Fan had no appetite: "No need."
“I can’t afford breakfast?”
Chen Churan looked disdainful: "You are really a dangling. I wonder why Hongyan likes you. Do you want me to invite you?"
Ye Fan said lightly: "No, I have breakfast."
"Do you have breakfast? What kind of breakfast, two steamed buns?"
Chen Churan's tone was unforgivable: "If you don't have money, you won't have money, and you still have to live with face."
She looked down on such a person who had no ability and pretended to be able to manipulate the ecological situation of Cang the most.
Su Ruhua also curled her lips and didn't say anything, but she could tell that she was contemptuous of Ye Fan.
Seeing the other party's lofty appearance, Ye Fan wanted to speak up to her, but when he thought of Song Hongyan, he decided that the main thing was important:
"How is Hongyan now?"
"Has she been restricted from freedom?"
A light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes: "Can't see me, can't you call me?"
"She's very good, it's just not convenient to contact you."
Su Ruhua leaned back to the seat, with her feet incorrectly outlining an attractive curve:
"Don't try to find her again, it's not good to you or her."
She took a sip of milk: "She will look for you in a few days."
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: "What happened to her?"
"She's fine."
Su Ruhua repeated: "Hongyan asked us to see you because she wanted to tell you that she is very good, you don't have to worry."