"Yeah, I forgot. We drank a lot and it's not appropriate to drive."
After dinner, Song Hongyan held Ye Fan's arm and went out. When she came to the car, she patted her head and said, "Why don't you call a driver?"
"But I don't want the driver to disturb our world."
Song Hongyan muttered: "I'll be the one to drive it. I only had three drinks and I'm not drunk at all."
While she was talking, she opened the car door with her keys, got into the driver's seat and started the car: "Get in the car, I'll take you home."
"Don't move."
Ye Fan held down the woman's hand and found that Song Hongyan's left foot was red and swollen, and her movements were stiff and inconvenient.
He said in surprise: "Did you twist your foot?"
Song Hongyan did not hide anything: "During the car accident, I was twisted when I jumped out of the RV, but it was not serious, just a little pain, and I can bear it."
"It's swollen like this, are you okay?"
Ye Fan glared at her: "I don't feel anything now. I'm just concentrating. Plus I drank alcohol. I'll definitely make you cry in the middle of the night."
He squatted down, pulled the woman's feet out of the car, took off her shoes and socks, and placed them on his knees.
Ye Fan has no hobby for feet, but Song Hongyan's arched soles due to nervousness and the pink and white cardamom on her toes made Ye Fan unable to help but be fascinated.
White and rosy, delicate and lovely, it makes people's hearts flutter.
Ye Fan's fingers gently slid over, Song Hongyan blushed, and she subconsciously shrank her feet.
Then she felt that she was too raw, so she endured the strangeness in her heart and allowed Ye Fan to treat her.
She has known as many as eight hundred men, but she has never been touched like this, so she is too shy to even joke about it.
"You've twisted your tendon, but it doesn't matter. I'll just massage it for a few times."
Ye Fan was not aware of this. He did this simply out of randomness.
Moreover, the drunkenness made his head swell now. No matter how beautiful the woman was standing in front of him, Mark would not have too many other thoughts.
"Ye Fan, what are your plans for the future?"
Perhaps because she felt the atmosphere was awkward, Song Hongyan ran out of words to find something to say: "Are you still going to be a doctor?"
"Of course I want to be a doctor, earn some money, buy a few houses, support my mother, and find my adoptive father by the way."
Ye Fan picked up a bottle of soda and drank a few sips: "Of course, when life becomes stable, I will marry a wife and have children."
As for following Tang Ruoxue, Ye Fan didn't have the slightest confidence. As he said, no matter how warm your heart is, it can't heat a stone.
"You have so many connections and wealth now, so you can definitely do more."
Song Hongyan smiled tenderly and reached out to stroke the man's hair: "Don't you want to stand taller?"
Ye Fan said calmly: "The world is dangerous. The higher you stand, the greater your endurance. Compared with the wealth and wealth of swords and swords, it is not as practical as a small life."
While he was talking, he took out a silver needle to disperse the blood on the woman's ankle, and then forced the alcohol out of her.
Song Hongyan muttered: "At your age, you should be lighthearted and crazy about blood. Why are you so easily satisfied?"
"Because I have known since I was very young that greed has no limits. Once the original intention cannot suppress the inner thoughts, the result is likely to destroy oneself."
Ye Fan looked a little more sad:
"Yuan Jing was also a good girl before. Not only did she reject a bunch of people who were better than me, she also shared the joys and sorrows with me for three years."
"She rejected Huang Dongqiang in front of me more than once. Huang Dongqiang used her parents' jobs to threaten her, but Yuan Jingning responded unyieldingly."
"The reason why she fell like this later was entirely because Yuwang was turned on."
Song Hongyan asked curiously: "How did you get turned on?"
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "Huang Dongqiang held a school New Year's Day party lottery and let Yang Qianqian and Yuan Jing win a luxury trip to Dubai together."
"I had no money, so it was naturally impossible for me to follow. Yuan Jing was reluctant to waste her quota and could not transfer it. She eventually followed Yang Qianqian to Dubai."
Song Hongyan asked further: "Did Huang Dongqiang follow?"
"No, he knows that once he follows, Yuan Jing will see through his intentions and will return to China immediately to avoid my misunderstanding."
Ye Fan looked calm: "Half-month trip to Dubai, just her and Yang Qianqian."
"All the expenses for food, drink and fun were paid for by the organizer Huang Dongqiang."
"There, she was drunk every day. The water she drank cost one hundred dollars a cup, and the noodles she ate were cooked by five-star chefs."
"The people I see every day are famous celebrities, and the waiters I interact with are also handsome guys earning tens of thousands of dollars a month."
"In short, life is luxurious and gorgeous."
He sighed softly: "Half a month later, she and Yang Qianqian came back. They were as beautiful as ever, but their whole personalities had changed."
Song Hongyan hit the nail on the head: "It should be said that I can't go back..."
"Yeah, I can't go back. How can people who are used to riding in sports cars and helicopters take the subway and squeeze into the bus?"
There was a hint of sarcasm on Ye Fan's face: "How can I still stay in a rental house with peace of mind after staying in a gold suite for 99,91 nights?"
"So when Huang Dongqiang appeared in front of her again, she naturally chose him without hesitation."
"I didn't get angry or question her at the time, because I knew I couldn't give her this kind of life."
"And if I had experienced such a luxurious life, I might not be able to maintain my original intention."
He smiled: "So I can only warn myself not to be greedy, not to be greedy, otherwise I will probably destroy myself..."
Song Hongyan touched Ye Fan's cheek with her finger: "I finally understand your idea of opening a medical clinic."
Ye Fan instinctively turned his head to avoid it, but ignored that Song Hongyan was wearing a skirt.
A flash of red came into view, which was the hollow traces of her underwear.
Ye Fan couldn't help but froze, and the movements of his hands stopped.
Song Hongyan didn't know that she was exposed, so she just teased Ye Fan softly:
"If you and Tang Ruoxue break up, can sister line up to chase you?"
As she said that, she glanced at Mark and smiled while waiting for the answer.
Noticing his piercing eyes, Song Hongyan was startled, but instead of closing her legs in a hurry, she opened them suddenly.
"flutter--"
Ye Fan almost spit out the water and stood up with an awkward smile.
Song Hongyan hit Ye Fan on the head with her finger and complained: "Little hooligan."
"I didn't mean it. Besides, it was you who opened it."
"Still confident..."
After all, it was too embarrassing to argue about this, so Song Hongyan stopped the topic herself:
"Okay, my feet are fine, I'll take you back..."
Ye Fan nodded quickly: "Okay, drive slower."
As he said so, the red color flashed across his mind from time to time...
As the Ferrari slowly left, a Cayenne parked opposite took out a mobile phone and took two photos of Ye Fan and Song Hongyan...
