When they came outside, Mrs. Ye got into the car. Luo Feihua hurriedly handed over a thermos bottle and opened the lid.
Mrs. Ye picked it up and took a sip to moisten her throat, then sighed: "Finally done."
Luo Feihua gave a thumbs up: "The old lady is wise!"
Mrs. Ye glanced at Luo Feihua: "Of course you are wise."
"If I don't give Ye Fan eighteen marriage certificates, it will be your turn and Ye Jingcheng's turn to have a headache."
"That bitch has blocked a bunch of rotten peach blossoms for your big house."
"You should treat him better in the future. If Forbidden City doesn't like him, then advise Forbidden City to stay away from him."
Mrs. Ye said calmly: "Don't ruin a good hand of cards."
"Understood, old lady."
Luo Feihua blinked her innocent eyes: "Mark and I have already turned our hostility into friendship, and we haven't made any small moves against him."
"The Forbidden City is still jealous of him, but I also try my best to stagger their collisions and encounters to avoid unnecessary conflicts."
"Don't worry, I can handle the relationship between Dafang and Ye Fan."
"This time he blocked the bad luck for us. I will also find an opportunity to repay him."
"Look at me, I was peeling peanuts for him just now. It hurt my fingers to death."
Ye Fan's helpless expression appeared in Luo Feihua's mind, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a playful arc.
Mrs. Ye's tone was indifferent: "You are not a flower vase, and your thoughts are not as silly and sweet as you appear, but your tricks are ultimately exposed to the outside world."
"Also, you'd better not have any hostility towards Ye Fan, and just take the lay-and-win route as you said yourself."
"Otherwise you will bring disaster to yourself and the Forbidden City sooner or later."
"You can win by lying down. Never lie down for a while and then sit up for a while."
Mrs. Ye reminded: "In that case, lying down will become sit-ups, which will only make you more tired."
Luo Feihua nodded obediently: "Feihua understands."
After the old lady finished giving her instructions, she waved her hand for the convoy to leave...
"Old Qi, help!"
"Lao Qi, there are eighteen marriage certificates."
"Lao Qi, someone will come to your door this month."
"Lao Qi, stop swimming and think of a way for me to solve this mess?"
At the beginning of the night, in the constant-temperature swimming pool on the top floor of Jinyuan Club, Ye Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, shouted repeatedly to Qi Qingmei in the swimming pool.
But Qi Qingmei ignored Ye Fan at all and continued to swim in and out of the swimming pool, like a mermaid that was pleasing to the eye.
Ye Fan cleared his throat: "Old Qi, your figure is good enough, your lines are first-class, and you have smooth curves. You don't need to swim anymore."
While persuading, Ye Fan's mind still recalled the scene he saw in the bathroom that night.
This made him feel as if the swimsuit on Qi Qingmei didn't exist.
"Wow!"
When Ye Fan was thinking about it, Qi Qingmei had already swam back and walked up.
The body that had just finished swimming was not only not cool, but also filled with an overwhelming heat, allowing Ye Fan to feel the temperature of his skin.
Qi Qingmei put on a white bath towel, then sat down on the bench opposite Ye Fan, crossing her legs:
"Can't you just let me swim a thousand meters properly?"
"The chirping makes my chest hurt."
"You said you are considered a powerful person. After experiencing so many storms and having so many confidantes, how could you be trapped by eighteen marriage certificates?"
Qi Qingmei glanced at Ye Fan: "Could it be that if the country of Ba explodes, your head will be blown up?"
Ye Fan picked up a towel and wiped it with the woman. When his fingers touched the skin, he felt a warmth:
"If eighteen marriage certificates are so easy to resolve, do you think the old lady will waste her favors and come to me?"
"After breaking up the engagement, we still need to be polite and polite, and we need to maintain friendship. What do you think we should do?"
Ye Fan exhaled a long breath: "Damn Luo Feihua, I took care of her so much, but she stabbed me. I will definitely stab her back if I have the chance another day."
"Come on, you take care of her?"
Qi Qingmei raised her white toes: "You asked her to negotiate with the Boston consortium as a representative, or are you using her as a weapon?"
"You and I both know in our hearts that Stannie is worth about two billion, and one hundred billion is just a bargaining chip given by Empress Yan Ming to make decisions."
"In this negotiation, you personally negotiate with the Boston consortium. If you can survive, you can get three billion. If you ask for more, it will only lead to a deadlock or a breakup."
"But if you leave it to Luo Feihua, you can extract ten times the ransom from Stannie."
"You don't have the leverage against the Boston Consortium and Yan Minghou. It will be even harder to get more money from them."
"Maybe they will cry, make trouble, and hang themselves, accusing you of pushing too hard."
"And Luo Feihua, even though she looks like a vase, her real methods are not inferior to mine, otherwise Tang Sanguo wouldn't have been stabbed by her back then."
"She must have her own channels to obtain dirty information about the Boston Consortium and Yan Minghou."
"With the opponent's dirty information, the support of the old lady, Yan Minghou's price recording, and Luo Feihua's love for money, he can definitely push the opponent to the limit."
"So Luo Feihua negotiates on your behalf. It is conservatively estimated that he can get 50 billion, which is ten times what you negotiated."
"You also saw this, and that's why you asked Luo Feihua to be your negotiator."
"Luo Feihua was a money-mad person at the time and was deceived by you, but she must have noticed the clues when she got home."
"If you use her as a spearman, she will definitely encourage the old lady to hand over all the bad peach blossoms to you."
Qi Qingmei gently brushed her wet hair: "After all, the old lady was only prepared to let you share three marriage certificates..."
She looked at the eighteen marriage certificates in Ye Fan's arms and shook her head helplessly. Ye Fan turned his hands to make clouds and rain. No matter how big the murderous situation or trap was, he could resolve it.
Only when it comes to matters between men and women are they at a loss what to do, and they either try to escape like an ostrich, or they bite the bullet and carry it to death.
Ye Fan coughed: "I would rather offend a villain than a woman. It seems that the ancients sincerely did not deceive me."
Qi Qingmei reached out to take the juice on the coffee table and took a sip, then reminded Ye Fan:
"Luo Feihua has never been silly and sweet. You must not take it lightly, otherwise you won't know how you will die if you are not careful."
"After all, her son is Ye Jincheng, and her focus is always on her own flesh and blood."
"When things are going well in Ye Forbidden City, she can live in harmony with you and even deign to take good care of you."
"But one day you come into contact with Ye Forbidden City's core interests, or she learns the truth about Young Master Luo's death, do you think she will help you or Ye Forbidden City?"
Qi Qingmei saw the rapid development of the relationship between Ye Fan and Luo Feihua, and reminded him to be careful of the dangers involved.
And in her heart, she didn't want Ye Fan to get too close to Luo Feihua.
"Don't worry, I'm measured."
Ye Fan smiled: "Qin Wuji told me a long time ago that people who treat others as little white rabbits will only become little white rabbits themselves."
Qi Qingmei nodded slightly when she heard Ye Fan's words, then reached out and took the eighteen marriage documents and read them over.
Then she threw the fifteen marriage documents on the table: "Out of the eighteen marriage documents, you basically don't need to worry about these fifteen. They can't come to get married."
Ye Fan was slightly startled: "Why?"
Qi Qingmei slightly opened her red lips: "More than twenty years later, the Ye family is still soaring to the sky, but the fifteen families have all fallen."
"Although he is richer than ordinary people, his background is insignificant compared to the Ye family."
"And basically all the old men from the fifteen families who were engaged to Mr. Ye's family in the past are dead."
"There is a huge gap between the two parties. There is no engaged person yet. They will not come to Ye's house with a marriage certificate to demand the performance of the contract. After all, everyone has self-awareness."
"It's so shameless to ask for the fulfillment of the engagement, it will only make them the laughing stock of the locals."
Qi Qingmei thought very clearly: "Of course, you can't pretend that you don't know. You can give them some benefits and resolve the engagement peacefully."
"Yeah?"
Ye Fan's eyes lit up: "You can know the other person's background just by scanning the marriage certificate?"
Qi Qingmei glanced at Ye Fan: "I am the young lady of Ye Tang. How can I not be familiar with the various forces of the Ye family?"
"Whether it's an ally, a vassal force, or a hostile family, I'm basically familiar with it."
"I have also registered all the weaknesses and taboos of the principals of some major hostile forces and allies."
She sighed: "I have tried my best to be a young lady, but it's a pity that I still don't have a young master Ye Tang."
Ye Fan gave a thumbs up in approval: "I admire you for your high ambitions."
"You are so familiar with them. You returned these fifteen marriage certificates for me."
"If you want money, give money, if you want territory, give territory. In short, the marriage contract will be settled peacefully."
Ye Fan felt much more relaxed: "Of course, we can't let them have a big mouth. The bottom line of a family is 100 million."
"Being a hands-off shopkeeper again?"
Qi Qingmei raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and instinctively raised her left foot towards Ye Fan's chest: "I'll kick you to death!"
Ye Fan hurriedly reached out and grabbed the smooth ankle: "Tsk, Lao Qi, why do you keep moving your feet?"
"I'm not asking you to take a bullet for me. I'm just asking you to help resolve fifteen marriage contracts. Are you going to get mad?"
"And my legs and feet are inconvenient, otherwise I wouldn't let you help me."
Ye Fan gently wiped the water droplets on the woman's toes, and then put it down with a smile on his face.
Qi Qingmei looked at Ye Fan and smiled playfully: "If you agree to compete for Young Master Ye Tang, I will immediately settle fifteen marriage contracts for you. Can you nod?"
Ye Fan exhaled a long breath: "Well, return the marriage certificate of the fifteenth family to me, and I will look at it again."
