At dusk, Ye Fan came out of the conference room of the Haunted Mansion Park after finishing his notes.
As soon as he stood in the lobby, Song Hongyan, who came to vouch for him, greeted him.
Although no one was killed at the scene and Ye Fan was not suspected, the presence of gunpowder and warheads still prompted the police to examine Ye Fan on the spot.
The police asked Ye Fan to find someone to guarantee him, otherwise he would be detained for 48 hours to avoid finding someone when Ye Fan's cooperation was needed.
Ye Fan had no choice but to ask someone to come and vouch for it.
He started to look for Gongsun Qian and Qi Manqing, but the two women were still in Tiancheng and had not returned. In the end, he had to ask Song Hongyan to handle the formalities.
The reason why Tang Ruoxue wasn't allowed to come over was because she didn't want her to worry too much.
"Brother Fan, you are not very lucky this year. Just after you came to Longdu, you got involved in a lot of bad things."
Song Hongyan held Ye Fan's arm intimately, smiled sweetly and said:
"You can also encounter explosions when you go to a haunted house. I will take you to the Great Buddha Temple to burn incense another day."
She is always willing to pay for the men around her.
"It's not bad luck, I was tricked."
Ye Fan did not hide it from Song Hongyan:
"I picked up a door card on Qigubi. I thought Lin Qiuling was hidden there, so I ran over to find out."
"Who knew it was a trap for me."
"I just touched the location on the key card and the whole place was blown up."
"Fortunately, I was lucky and my response was timely enough, otherwise I would have died right now."
Ye Fan briefly described the matter. Although he spoke lightly, Song Hongyan could still feel the thrill.
"Why are you so impulsive, running over to investigate alone?"
Song Hongyan's pretty face was full of worry: "It's easy for you to get into trouble like this."
Ye Fan smiled gently: "It's okay, I'm measured!"
"Proportion, propriety, I believe you have a sense of propriety towards other people."
Song Hongyan pinched Ye Fan gently: "But when it comes to Tang Ruoxue, I don't believe you will be rational."
Ye Fan ouched, and then replied with a smile: "It's not that I lost my mind, it's mainly because of my lack of experience that I can't adapt to the routine of Wuyi Lane."
Although his medical skills and skills are good, he has too little experience in the world of martial arts, so he is a little confused when faced with Wuyi Alley, which has many killing methods.
"Hmph, I don't believe it. Don't move. I'll take care of your injuries."
Song Hongyan exhaled like a blue, borrowed a first aid kit from the police, and prepared to clean Ye Fan's wounds.
"No, no, I can handle it myself."
Ye Fan took out the silver needle and prepared to do it himself, but when he saw Song Hongyan's murderous gaze, he took back the silver needle in embarrassment:
"My fingers are a bit stiff and I can't handle it myself."
Ye Fan held the woman's hand and smiled: "You'd better help me handle it."
Song Hongyan rolled her eyes at Ye Fan and wanted to ignore him, but when she saw the wound, her heart softened, and she picked up alcohol and slowly wiped it.
Soon, she disinfected Ye Fan's wounds, then handed Ye Fan a new set of clothes and asked him to go to the bathroom to change.
Ye Fan's clothes were in tatters, and several holes were burned on his back, making it impossible to wear them out anymore.
Ye Fan was slightly touched by the woman's understanding, and then took the clothes to change.
"Mr. Song, these are Ye Fan's mobile phone and wallet."
As soon as Ye Fan left, a police officer came over carrying a tray:
"The property returns to its original owner, please sign for it for him."
"OK."
Song Hongyan smiled and signed to receive her mobile phone and wallet: "Thank you, uncle police."
She was just about to put the things in her handbag when a call came into Ye Fan's mobile phone.
"Ye Fan went to the bathroom. If you have anything, you can tell me."
Song Hongyan was worried that Wuyixiang would call to ask for conditions, so she picked it up and answered it.
"Who are you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Song Hongyan?"
Song Hongyan was slightly startled, and then she lowered her head and glanced at the number. Although Ye Fan had no mark, she could still identify Tang Ruoxue.
She deliberately talked nonsense to add some trouble to Tang Ruoxue and vent Mark's anger for taking risks for her.
But thinking of Mark's affection for Tang Ruoxue, she joked to herself and shook her head.
Ye Fan obviously liked Tang Ruoxue to the core, otherwise he would not have been able to suppress his pride and endure Tang Ruoxue's superiority.
Thinking of this, Song Hongyan felt bored and simply hung up the phone.
Ye Fan came back soon, Song Hongyan handed the things to him, and then drove Ye Fan out of the paradise.
Ye Fan sat in the passenger seat and scanned the dozen messages and missed calls.
People from Zhonghai, Tiancheng, and Nanling all expressed concern about Ye Fan's attack.
But the most common ones were the missed calls from Tang Ruoxue and the text messages she sent, asking where Ye Fan was? Why did he suddenly disappear?
Thinking that Song Hongyan was around, and fearing that she would deliberately cause trouble, Ye Fan sent a message telling him that he was dealing with something.
As soon as the message was sent, Tang Ruoxue called.
Ye Fan hesitated for a moment, glanced at Song Hongyan, and finally answered: "Hello..."
Tang Ruoxue asked coldly: "Where?"
Ye Fan honestly told: "Haunted House, I came over to have something to do..."
"The haunted house, haha, very interesting."
Tang Ruoxue's voice suddenly dropped: "Have you found the whereabouts of my mother?"
Ye Fan was slightly stunned. Tang Ruoxue had not been so strong and blunt for a long time, and now her straight-to-the-point tone made him feel a little abnormal.
He thought that Tang Ruoxue might be too worried about Lin Qiuling:
"Not yet, but I'm trying to think of a way. You have a good rest..."
"I know that my mother was very sorry to you in the past, and I also know that you hate her deeply in your heart."
Before she finished speaking, Tang Ruoxue interrupted Ye Fan:
"If you don't really want to save my mother, there is no need for you to wrong yourself, and I won't blame you."
"It's just that you should tell me honestly instead of giving me hope and dealing with it passively."
"I understand if you don't try your best, but I will try my best."
"You should go about your own business first."
"I will find a way to save my mother myself."
She hung up the phone the next second, and Ye Fan was holding the phone in a daze.
Song Hongyan came over to listen, but Ye Fan avoided it reflexively.
"Isn't it just Tang Ruoxue? Why are you hiding?"
Song Hongyan was so angry that she wanted to pluck Ye Fan's ears:
"Ten minutes ago, when you were changing clothes, she also called. I thought it was someone from Wuyi Lane and answered the call."
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched: "What did you say?"
He felt that the state of Tang Ruoxue's chat just now was wrong, and now he seemed to know why she was like this.
"What do you think I'm going to say? Or do you think I'm going to provoke her on purpose?"
Song Hongyan's hand holding the steering wheel tightened slightly:
"Yes, I can't get used to her. The man I want to hold in my hand is so cheap with her."
"I was afraid that you would be harmed in any way, but she didn't care about the risks and wounds you suffered. I felt very unwilling to do so."
"I want to make her so angry that she vomits blood."
"But I know that if I make her angry, you will be sad, and if you are sad, I will be sad."
"So I heard her voice and I just hung up."
Song Hongyan struggled with her worries about gains and losses, and she wished she could slap Ye Fan awake.
But seeing his embarrassed look, I couldn't help but feel weak.
Ye Fan apologized softly: "Sister Yan, I'm sorry..."
He felt guilty towards Song Hongyan and couldn't get rid of it.
All he could think of was to maintain the status quo and try his best to reconcile.
After stopping and stopping for an hour, the car entered Longdu City.
"Where should we go now? To Tang's house or to the hotel?"
Song Hongyan was worried that Ye Fan loved Tang Ruoxue more than herself, but she was destined not to have a cold war with Ye Fan.
Ye Fan didn't speak, he just stared straight ahead.
Song Hongyan followed Ye Fan's gaze.
Twenty meters away, under the bright lights, at the entrance of the Sheraton Hotel, several streamlined cars were opening their doors.
