Lin Jieyi wished he could strangle Ye Fan to death.
She has seen many treacherous and evil people in the past few decades, but she has never seen a shameless person like Ye Fan.
It was the first time in his life that Lin Jieyi had torn his own pants to turn the situation around.
The tearing of his shirt was just an illusion, only the white top of his chest was exposed, and the important parts were tightly wrapped.
But Ye Fan tore his pants.
Lin Jieyi felt unable to accept it.
Is this still the miracle doctor?
Is this still the nephew of the Ye family?
Is this still the young master of the Martial Alliance?
Being courteous, gentle and elegant, and not being frightened by favor or disgrace, these are the demeanor that a front-line young man should have.
How could this bastard Ye Fan be so shameless?
Not to mention Ye Jincheng, not even Ye Xiaoying or even Ye Tianci could do such a thing as tearing his pants.
But this also let Lin Jieyi know that the situation was over.
Ye Fan can be so shameless, it is simply impossible for him to use shameless means to win.
She stared at Ye Fan's face, and then sneered: "Ye Fan, don't you feel ashamed?"
"Second aunt can take off her shirt, but I can't take off my pants?"
Ye Fan was not ashamed at all and smiled noncommittally:
"Besides, I'm still wearing shorts underneath, what's there to be ashamed of?"
"Okay, no more nonsense."
"Otherwise, if the red shield tycoon knows that Lin Wuya is in my hands, there is no guarantee that he will trade with me for tens of billions or beautiful women."
"I am greedy for money and lustful. When I see a sexy beauty with red banknotes, it is difficult for me to maintain myself."
"And you believe that Ye Xiaoying is in my hands. Even if I killed Lin Wuya, you still don't dare to touch Tang Ruoxue."
Ye Fan smiled brightly: "I have more chips than you, Second Aunt, you have to bow your head."
"So what if I don't bow my head?"
Lin Jieyi's pretty face showed unwillingness as she made her final struggle:
"I can't save Xiaoying anyway, so letting Tang Ruoxue be buried with Ye Xiaoying is a little compensation."
She hummed: "And I believe that Tang Ruoxue is more important to you than anything else."
"Of course you can break up."
Ye Fan saw Lin Jieyi's unwillingness and smiled disapprovingly:
"You just have to look at what it costs you."
"If something happens to Tang Ruoxue, something happens to Lin Wuya, something will happen to you, and I will stop everyone from searching for Ye Xiaoying at all costs."
"In other words, something will happen to Ye Xiaoying eventually."
"An ex-wife who is dispensable to me is replaced by the heir of the Lin family, the only child of the second wife, and the death of the second aunt."
"I will be sad for losing Tang Ruoxue for ten days and a half. After all, it is a pitiful thing for a child to lose his mother."
"But soon, she will be erased from my life and memory."
"What you call is better than everything, is just what you think is better than everything."
"If you have investigated me, you should know better that Hongyan is my fiancée."
"All the pain and regret towards Tang Ruoxue will be diluted by my wife's tenderness."
"But Erfang and the Lin family are in dire straits, and it will take at least twenty years for them to recover again."
"Second uncle, they haven't had twenty years to marry and have children. How can they have an heir?"
"It's just that there are several twenty years in life that can be tortured."
"So after we broke up, I was heartbroken for ten and a half months. Second aunt, you are full of hatred, but eldest uncle is probably going to open champagne to celebrate."
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "She has been working hard for more than ten years to get something that was difficult to obtain, and she got it just because of the second uncle's help."
Auntie?
Celebrate with champagne?
Hearing these words from Ye Fan, the intensity in Lin Jieyi's eyes dissipated a lot.
She was not willing to be manipulated by Mark like this, but she was even more unwilling to make wedding clothes for others.
Then Lin Jieyi stared at the rainstorm pear blossom needle in Ye Fan's hand and hummed: "Xiangxiaoyudie? You dare to shoot me?"
"Don't dare to shoot the second uncle!"
Ye Fan smiled: "But you can kill the chicken to scare the monkey."
He turned around and pressed his fingers.
"Peng——"
Countless poisonous needles poured out with a sharp sound.
Before Lin Qiaoer and more than 20 Lin's masters could react, they saw poisonous needles flying towards them.
The entire three-meter radius was covered.
"Ahhhh——"
Lin Qiaoer and the others subconsciously blocked the attack, but before they could resist, poisonous needles flew into their bodies.
Wisps of severe pain made them scream, and then their bodies went numb and they fell to the ground with a thud.
More than 20 people were all knocked down.
Not only did each one of them lose their fighting capacity, but the poison slowly spread, and their vitality was lost bit by bit.
When Lin Jieyi saw this, he shouted: "Ye Fan, you bastard, did you hurt my people?"
"I just bumped into it accidentally."
Ye Fan threw the used Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle back to Lin Jieyi:
"Second aunt, you are very overbearing with the poison in your injection."
"Although there is no blood sealing their throats, judging from the looks on Miss Lin's and others' faces, they will die in ten minutes at most."
He took out a tissue and wiped his hands gently: "Tang Ruoxue is very happy to have them buried with her."
"Let them take the antidote and let Lin Wuya go. I'll let you take Tang Ruoxue away."
Lin Jieyi's pretty face was uncertain, and she was very unwilling, but finally made a compromise with Ye Fan.
"Thank you, Second Auntie, for making it happen!"
Ye Fan smiled and said respectfully: "Second aunt, the matter has been finalized."
"We still have some time, why not play "My Wild Motorcycle" again for fun?"
He pointed to the Yao Qin not far away: "Your piano skills are quite good."
Lin Jieyi glanced at Ye Fan's pants and shouted: "Get out!"
Half an hour later, Ye Fan took Miao Fenglang and the others and left Wangyue Tower.
Lin Jieyi gave Lin Qiaoer and the others the antidote, saving them from the hell gate, and then waved them away.
She sat in front of Yao Qin again and plucked it a few times with her slender fingers.
She wanted to play a piece of music well, but ended up losing her temper because she was upset, and finally threw it aside and took out her cell phone.
Lin Jieyi leaned on his seat and dialed a familiar number.
The call was quickly connected, and a middle-aged man's rich voice came over: "Is Little Eagle back?"
Lin Jieyi said weakly, "No."
"No?"
The voice on the other end of the phone deepened: "Ye Fan doesn't care about Tang Ruoxue's life or death?"
"That bastard is too cunning and vicious."
Lin Jieyi exhaled a long breath: "He didn't play his cards according to common sense. He had Lin Wuya kidnapped."
"This bastard..."
The person on the other end of the phone laughed angrily: "You are getting more and more cunning."
"He killed Ye Xiaoying without kidnapping him, and held Lin Wuya's life in his hands."
Lin Jieyi recalled Ye Fan tearing his pants, and a hint of coldness appeared in the corner of his mouth:
"Lin Qiaoer and I are not strong enough to suppress this shameless man."
"In the end, I had no choice but to put Tang Ruoxue back, and things returned to where they started."
"But I left a thorn in my side, hoping to teach Mark a lesson."
"Otherwise, my hard work these days will be in vain."
"I don't understand now, why do you conclude that Ye Xiaoying was tied up by him and not Zhong Shiba?"
"Zhong Shiba is a member of the Avengers, and Ye Fan has killed Xiong Tianjun, the core of the Avengers."
Lin Jieyi asked: "How could two people get involved together?"
"Don't ask too much about the reason, just assume that the little eagle is in Ye Fan's hands."
The middle-aged man's voice was low: "If you decide, you won't be confused by him or lead by his nose!"
"Okay, I'll listen to you, but Mark is very difficult."
Lin Jieyi said softly: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with him, so I still need you to come back."
The middle-aged man's tone suddenly became as indifferent as the spring breeze:
"Actually, I have already returned to Baocheng..."
