That night, Ye Fan and Song Hongyan returned to Ling Anxiu's house together.
Ling Anxiu and Song Hongyan not only talked and laughed, but also cooked together, which surprised Ye Fan that the two women got along well.
People who don't know think they are old friends for many years.
What surprised Ye Fan the most was that Ling Anxiu still seemed to be unaware of his identity and generously asked him to help with the work.
Song Hongyan didn't care, as if this was also the home of Ye Fan and Ling Anxiu.
This made Ye Fan's head hurt.
After dinner, Song Hongyan stayed at Ling Anxiu's house, told her to whisper, and drove Ye Fan to the next door.
Ye Fan had to give up the idea of kissing Fangze.
The next morning, nine o'clock, Hengcheng, Wangbei Tea House.
Ye Fan dressed up as a bodyguard and mingled with the crowd and followed Song Hongyan to the third floor.
He quickly saw Luo Feiyu, the target that Song Hongyan wanted to contact.
A drunken young man in his twenties with pigtails and sunglasses.
Plaid shirt, white trousers, pointed leather shoes, very British style.
The pair of eyes are very distinctive, protruding quite a bit, like a dead fish.
He was lying on a bench, crossing his legs, shaking them slowly, and humming a little tune.
Beside him, there were more than a dozen handsome men and beauties sitting, all of them dressed up and exuding the smell of perfume.
In the corner, there were several bodyguards dressed in black watching eagerly.
Seeing Song Hongyan's group appear, more than a dozen people all looked over, their eyes full of inquiry and curiosity.
Many animals' eyes immediately froze when they saw Song Hongyan, and they couldn't look away.
Ye Fan looked depressed. He had wrapped Song Hongyan tightly today, not even exposing her thighs.
I didn't expect so many people to be watching.
Ye Fan was thinking about making a veil for Song Hongyan to wear.
A female supervisor in professional attire stood up in a hurry.
She ran to Luo Feiyu and whispered in his ear: "Master Luo, Mr. Song and the others are here."
Song Hongyan locked eyes with Luo Feiyu and greeted him politely: "Master Luo, good morning."
Seeing Song Hongyan appear, Luo Feiyu's eyes immediately lit up, he wiped his hands and stood up to greet her.
"Mr. Song, it's better to be famous than to meet her. She is indeed a beautiful woman."
"Welcome, welcome, welcome to Hengcheng!"
"I, Luo Feiyu, are the manager of Shenghao Asia and the heir to Luo's gambling industry."
Luo Feiyu was very interested in Song Hongyan and felt that she was a hundred times more beautiful than the photos.
Especially the charm and sexiness that flowed from the bones, which made Luo Feiyu, who had been depleted by alcohol and sex, regain his ancient strength.
In order to win Song Hongyan's favor, Luo Feiyu kept showing off his abilities.
While he talked about the glory of the Luo family and Shenghao, he also pointed out the poverty, backwardness and hypocrisy in the country.
"Mr. Song, I heard that the people in the country are very ignorant and don't believe in medicine and science."
"When you are sick, you never take medicine or see a doctor. Instead, you drink a few spoonfuls of muddy water from the Huangni River or eat cow dung to detoxify."
"There is certainly ignorance and ignorance among the people within the country, but more importantly, there is a distrust of Chinese medicine and Chinese medicine."
"When you go back this time, I will give you a boatload of Shenghao medicine."
"Don't worry, it's just two months past the expiration date, and the medicine is still effective. No matter how bad it is, it's better than drinking bath water."
"If you give it to those who are sick, it will definitely shock them and make them look at Chinese medicine."
"It's true that the China Medical Alliance broadcasts fake news about the invincibility of Chinese medicine all day long. Is it interesting to deceive yourself like this?"
Luo Feiyu curled his lips and looked like he was giving alms.
This ignorant gesture attracted the support of more than a dozen glamorous companions around him.
They all looked at Song Hongyan with sympathy and amusement.
Although Ye Fan and Song Hongyan were reminded by Ling Anxiu and were already prepared, they almost vomited blood when they heard these words.
Drinking water from the Yellow River and eating cow dung, this guy is so weird.
However, Song Hongyan did not refute, she just smiled:
"Thank you, Mr. Luo, for your kindness. I don't need the medicine anymore. Chinese medicine has it. You can keep it for yourself."
Then she went straight to the point: "Master Luo, you said you have a big business to take care of you, but you don't know what kind of business it is?"
"No rush, no rush."
The corner of Luo Feiyu's mouth curled up, and he slowly approached while smelling Song Hongyan's fragrance:
"Business talks slowly, and only by working slowly can you get the fine work done."
"Don't worry, Mr. Song. I said that with the help of big business, Mr. Song will definitely become rich."
"For example, the agency of Shenghao Stomach Medicine, the investment of Shenghao Bank, the technical teaching of Dr. Shenghao, I can take care of many big projects for you."
"Of course, there is no free lunch."
"If Mr. Song wants to gain something, he must give something."
Luo Feiyu smiled and said: "I think Mr. Song should understand what I mean."
More than a dozen men and women laughed, with a hint of joking in their eyes, convinced that Song Hongyan would fall into Luo Feiyu's hands.
"Master Luo, if it's these things, I'm sorry, I'm not interested."
Song Hongyan looked at Luo Feiyu and said calmly: "Whether it's agency, investment, or technology teaching, I don't need it."
"If you don't have any other concerns, Mr. Luo, then I will take my leave."
She gave the other party a step down: "After all, I don't have Mr. Luo's good family background, so stop talking and stop talking."
"What's the rush?"
Luo Feiyu laughed loudly: "Mr. Song knows that I don't have a good family background, so shouldn't he be fawning over me?"
"After all, if I leak a little benefit from my fingers, it will be enough for Mr. Song and the Chinese Medical School to last for a lifetime."
"The benefits of my real money are much more meaningful than your fake market value of hundreds of billions, which even includes cow dung as income."
Luo Feiyu glanced at Song Hongyan's figure: "I tell you, many women ask me to give them a chance, but I don't give them."
Song Hongyan said with a joking face: "Leave these benefits of yours to other women, I don't need them."
"Mr. Song, do you know that I have seen too many women, so you are playing hard to get to leave an impression on me?"
Luo Feiyu was stunned for a moment, then he burst into laughter and said self-righteously: "Congratulations, you succeeded."
"You did the opposite and really succeeded in attracting my attention and interest."
"Stay and stay with me for three days, and I'll give you the agency rights for Shenghao Stomach Medicine, what do you think?"
Luo Feiyu was really obsessed with Song Hongyan, so he directly used his trump card to win the beauty back.
Song Hongyan smiled sweetly and raised her fingers at Luo Feiyu: "Master Luo, I didn't hear you. Please make it clearer."
"Be my woman."
Luo Feiyu walked over, puffing hot air: "How about I give you the agency rights for stomach medicine, and then give you a chance to enter a wealthy family?"
"Pah——"
Song Hongyan didn't talk nonsense, she simply slapped him in the face.
"This shame is indeed thick and disgusting!"
Before Luo Feiyu, who was staggering back, could react, Song Hongyan wiped her hands with a tissue and threw it away.
"Master Luo, take care of yourself and be careful when entering and exiting vehicles."
Song Hongyan's tone contained endless contempt, and then she grabbed Ye Fan's hand and left the teahouse.
"asshole!"
Luo Feiyu didn't react until Song Hongyan and the others disappeared.
The first time he was slapped, he was so angry that he kicked the table in the tea house and shouted:
"Bitch, if you dare to touch me, you are seeking death!"
He picked up the phone and said with murderous intent: "I am asking Brother Hao and my brothers to kill them."
He had never been humiliated like this before. Even the Yang family did not dare to treat him like this. Unexpectedly, he was slapped by Song Hongyan.
What a shame and humiliation.
"Young Master Luo, you absolutely must not do this."
The black-clad supervisor stepped forward and advised: "This Song Hongyan is not simple, she has amazing connections, and there are big bosses behind her."
"Boss, this is Hengcheng, not Longdu."
Luo Feiyu pulled open his collar and shouted:
"The big boss just wants to scare those ignorant people. Every time Mr. Yang goes to Long, isn't he received by the five families?"
"Uncle! Give it back to Mr. Song! Hit me in the face and I'll strip her body."
"Send someone out to show me where she lives. I'm going to ask Brother Hao and the others to trample that woman to death."
