The next morning, after the three members of the Tang family went to work, Ye Fan quickly finished his housework and prepared to go to the job market to find a job.
Tang Ruoxue wanted him to go to work so much, but he always had to use a job as a shield...
But before she even left the house, Song Hongyan's call came in.
"Where is my little benefactor?"
Her tone was as gentle as the spring breeze: "Are you free now?"
Ye Fan's expression tightened: "Mr. Song, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with Sissy?"
Sissi was the first person he rescued, and at such a young age, Ye Fan didn't want anything to happen to her.
Song Hongyan showed a hint of emotion: "No, no, Sissy's condition is stable and she will no longer be in danger."
Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as Sissi is fine, I'm free. What's wrong with Mr. Song?"
"Ye Fan, don't call me Mr. Song, call me Hongyan or Sister Yan."
Song Hongyan smiled helplessly and said, "You are Qianqian's benefactor, so calling me Mr. Song is too foreign."
"Okay, then I'll call you Sister Yan."
Ye Fan hesitated for a moment: "But don't call me my little benefactor, just call me Ye Fan."
Song Hongyan smiled sweetly: "Okay, I'll call you Ye Fan, or little brother."
Little brother?
Ye Fan looked embarrassed: "Sister Yan, what do you want from me?"
"It's like this. One of my elders suddenly fell ill half a month ago, and his stomach was constantly churning and uncomfortable."
Song Hongyan told her purpose of coming simply and clearly: "It will feel better if you eat something cold."
"Once you eat hot or boiled water, you will be in extreme pain or even faint."
"He went to many hospitals and doctors, but he didn't get any better. Instead, his nerves became increasingly weak."
"In less than half a month, I have lost 20 pounds in weight, and my energy is extremely depressed."
"I mustered up my energy to go out to eat last night, but ended up fainting in the parking lot and almost died."
"Your superb medical skills have saved Sissi twice, so I'm looking for your help to take a look."
Song Hongyan had absolute trust in Ye Fan: "Is it convenient for you to come with me?"
"I can go take a look."
Ye Fan agreed: "But I can't guarantee whether it can be cured."
He knew in his heart that Song Hongyan would not trouble him unless he was desperate and the two families were on good terms.
"Thank you very much."
Song Hongyan was ecstatic: "Ye Fan, send me your address and I will pick you up."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan slapped his head and remembered Tang Ruoxue's agreement. If the woman knew that he was going to save someone, he would be in trouble.
He reminded himself that he would be on the same page with Song Hongyan later.
"Beep--"
Soon, a Ferrari parked in front of the villa, and the car window rolled down, revealing Song Hongyan's beautiful face.
She swept away the haggardness and despair of Sissi's car accident, and her whole person glowed with its original charm and color.
It's like a withered flower blooming again.
Her posture was elegant and slightly lazy, half of her body leaning on the seat: "Ye Fan, get in the car."
The eyebrows are picturesque, and the eyes are as blurry as smoke, and there is a kind of shocking charm.
Looking at the waiting woman, Ye Fan was slightly stunned and felt short of breath inexplicably.
In the first two meetings, Ye Fan didn't pay much attention to Song Hongyan because his attention was all on saving Qian Qian.
Now if you take a closer look, you will see that she is an absolute beauty.
He took a long breath, took a box of silver needles and got into the car.
The aroma in the car is overwhelming, especially Song Hongyan's legs, which are so white that it makes people dizzy.
"Would you like to say hello to Miss Tang?"
Song Hongyan's charming smile is like the night sky in full bloom, as beautiful as any other.
"No, let's go."
Ye Fan's breathing was slightly rapid, and then he ran the "Tai Chi Sutra" to suppress it.
Song Hongyan glanced at Ye Fan intentionally or unintentionally, and found that his expression was calm and his eyes were clear, without any desire flowing out.
She was very surprised by Ye Fan's self-control.
She is very aware of her charm. Looking at the whole Zhonghai, except for those old foxes, no one can resist her charm.
"What a special little man!"
Song Hongyan became more and more interested, then she let out an ouch and fell to one side towards Mark.
Ye Fan subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold half of her body, but Song Hongyan's soft right hand slid into the middle of Ye Fan's seat.
Yingying grasped it.
Ye Fan's body froze instantly.
Song Hongyan lay next to Ye Fan's ear, her red lips were hot and sultry:
"I thought my charm had faded..."
At ten o'clock in the morning, Ferrari drove into a manor with a quiet environment.
The manor occupies a large area, has many servants and bodyguards, and the architectural style is still a hidden dragon absorbing the sun structure. At first glance, it looks like a wealthy family.
Ye Fan followed Song Hongyan into the hall and was even more shocked by the objects placed around him.
The nearly 1,000-square-meter hall is a sea of antiques.
There are calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, swords, jade, and mummies, worth at least one billion.
So luxurious.
"Niece Song, long time no see, what brought you here?"
Just as Ye Fan was curiously looking at the environment, a cough suddenly came from the second floor.
Then an old man appeared surrounded by several men and women.
The old man is very tall, but his body is thin. Due to his extreme weight loss, he looks like a bamboo pole.
Ye Fan recognized the other person at a glance. It was the old man who fainted at the door of the rich man last night.
He secretly exclaimed that this world is really small.
"Uncle Hua, I don't want to come either. My daughter is still hospitalized."
Song Hongyan chuckled lightly and walked up with Ye Fan: "I just heard that your health is getting worse and worse, so I brought Ye Fan to see you."
The relationship between the two families is obviously very good, so it is easy to talk.
Hearing that his health was getting worse, his family members felt a touch of sadness on their brows.
Obviously everyone knows that if the old man continues in this state, he will die within a month.
"I'm determined."
The old man laughed: "But there is no need to feel sad for me. Life and death are determined by fate. Wealth and honor are in the sky. I have seen through it all."
"By the way, how is Sissi doing?"
"Does the injury matter?"
The old man's words were very caring: "I just auctioned a few ginseng plants. You can take them back to Sissi later."
"Thank you, Uncle Hua, for your concern. Sissi is fine and out of danger."
Song Hongyan smiled brightly and introduced to Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, this is Mr. Han Nanhua, the China Overseas Antiques Tycoon."
"Uncle Hua, this is my younger brother and a great benefactor. It was he who rescued Ye Fan and Sissi."
"I brought him here today just to show you."
She expressed her intention.
"Ye Fan? Save Qian Qian?"
Han Nanhua smiled and shook hands with Ye Fan: "At this age, you can bring back the dead. Hero boy, hero boy, Brother Ye, thank you for your hard work."
Ye Fan hurriedly held it up: "Mr. Han, you're welcome. Sister Yan's friend is also Ye Fan's friend."
At the same time, he reincarnated into the stone of life and death...
The situation is still the same as last night's diagnosis.
Although he saved Han Nanhua with the Four Symbols poison last night, the last injection was aborted by the Givenchy girl, and he missed the opportunity to extract the source of the poison in one go.
One night passed, Han Nanhua's poison spread again, and he faced life and death.
"Ah, are you a liar again?"
At this moment, another girl ran downstairs, it was the Givenchy girl from last night.
She was shocked when she saw Mark, and then became furious:
"You liar, you almost killed my grandfather last night, how dare you come to our house today?"
She pointed her finger and Ye Fan shouted:
"Come here, come here, arrest him and send him to the police station."
