"How did you come to Shangri-La Hotel so well at night?"
"Mingyue Garden is so big, you get tired of living there so quickly? Or do you want to surprise me by booking a room tonight?"
At around nine o'clock in the evening, Ye Fan appeared at the Shangri-La Hotel with a bruised nose and swollen face.
He pushed open the door to the Supreme Presidential Suite and walked inside with a puzzled look on his face.
Fifteen minutes ago, Ye Fan asked about Song Hongyan's whereabouts and wanted to give her a surprise.
As a result, Song Hongyan located a presidential suite.
So Ye Fan hurriedly ran here.
It wasn't that he was afraid that Song Hongyan would steal someone, but that he was looking forward to some surprise from Song Hongyan for him.
"Honey, look, what did I bring you?"
After Ye Fan nodded and greeted several Song family bodyguards, he took out a large box of lobster meat and happily walked into the hall.
As soon as he entered the hall, Ye Fan was startled.
There was not only Song Hongyan in the hall, but also several bodyguards, as well as Tang Ruoxue and Aunt Qing.
The atmosphere was harmonious, as if they had just finished talking about something important.
"Whoosh——"
Seeing Ye Fan walk in, everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.
Tang Ruoxue also stared at Ye Fan, and then the transparent box fell into his hand.
The lobster meat covered with sauce is very tempting and dazzling under the light.
Song Hongyan smiled: "Is Ye Fan here?"
"Here we come, Mr. Tang, are you there too?"
Ye Fan put away the lobster meat in his hand in embarrassment, responded to Song Hongyan, and then looked at Tang Ruoxue:
"Aren't you injured and are recovering in Cihangzhai?"
"If you're fine, you'd better not move around. Your shoulders and abdomen are seriously injured and can easily be torn apart if you're not careful."
Ye Fan reminded: "Even if it doesn't tear, it can easily leave sequelae."
"Thank you, Doctor Ye, for your concern."
Before Tang Ruoxue could respond, Aunt Qing looked at Mark and sneered:
"But we are no longer recuperating in Cihangzhai."
"The place is cold and cloudy, and attacks occur from time to time, which is very detrimental to Mr. Tang's recovery from his injuries."
"So Mr. Tang's injury has stabilized a little, so we moved to this hotel."
"We rented this presidential suite."
She added: "After resting for the past two days, Mr. Tang has become much better physically and mentally."
Ye Fan was stunned: "You left Cihangzhai? Why didn't you say anything?"
Aunt Qing snorted: "Mr. Ye has so many things to do every day, how can we dare to trouble you?"
She was still worried about Ye Fan's slap, so she was tit-for-tat as always.
"You can come however you feel comfortable, but be careful when entering or exiting."
Ye Fan didn't take Aunt Qing seriously.
Then he looked at Song Hongyan and asked, "Honey, are you coming over to visit Mr. Tang tonight?"
"Mr. Tang will return to Hengcheng in two days. She asked me to come out tonight to discuss the connection between Honks."
Song Hongyan smiled, picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and then explained softly:
"I didn't want Mr. Tang to be injured and work hard, but Mr. Tang said she didn't have much time."
"And I wanted to solve the problem as soon as possible, so I had no choice but to come over."
"But the negotiations went smoothly and we have basically finished what we wanted to discuss."
She smiled: "Tomorrow afternoon, I will directly ask Honkes to meet, so Mr. Tang won't have to worry about him anymore."
"Mr. Tang is going back to Hengcheng?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at Tang Ruoxue: "The situation in Hengcheng is also heating up now. Mr. Tang's injury has not healed well. Going back will do more harm than good."
"Although Tang Yuanba is trapped in Maple Leaf Kingdom by you, it doesn't mean that he has no long-range lethality against you."
"I suggest you stay in Baocheng to recuperate, or fly back to Dragon City and live in seclusion."
He reminded the woman: "Never go back to the whirlpool in Hengcheng."
"Thank you, Doctor Ye, for your concern."
Tang Ruoxue looked pale and said indifferently: "I have a sense of proportion."
"Do you still want to go back and gamble with that clairvoyant?"
Ye Fan frowned: "Let's not talk about whether you are good at gambling or not. Even if you are a bit good at gambling, how can you compete with others with wounds all over your body?"
"If the opponent keeps fighting for a little longer, you will probably collapse on the spot."
He did not give up and advised: "It would be better to stay in Baocheng to recuperate, or fly back to Longdu to accompany Tang Wangfan."
Tang Ruoxue's voice was cold: "Don't worry, I have my own method, and even if I fail, I won't drag you down."
"Okay, Ye Fan, Mr. Tang is already an old man. The pros and cons have already been weighed clearly. Why are you nagging?"
Seeing that Mark was about to quarrel with Tang Ruoxue, Song Hongyan hurriedly smiled and smoothed things over:
"Didn't you buy crayfish?"
"Hurry up and take it out. Congratulations! I have completed the negotiation with Mr. Tang."
Song Hongyan changed the subject: "Besides, I've been talking to Mr. Tang for several hours and I'm still hungry. Take out the crayfish quickly."
Ye Fan looked hesitant: "This -"
"Bring it here! Why are you so stingy? Mr. Tang is not an outsider."
Song Hongyan stood up and took the big transparent box from Ye Fan's hand, then returned to the sofa and sat down and smiled in front of Tang Ruoxue:
"Mr. Tang, don't pay attention to Ye Fan's nagging. Sometimes he is as busy as an old lady."
"Come, let's eat crayfish and ignore him."
"Ah, Ye Fan, did you really peel off the crayfish shells for me?"
Song Hongyan opened the box and took a look, and was very moved:
"A box like this would cost at least several kilograms, right? Does it hurt your fingers to peel it off?"
She also pulled Ye Fan over, grabbed his fingers and blew on them, grateful that he was still thinking about her despite his busy schedule.
Looking at the box full of lobsters, Tang Ruoxue felt a pain in her heart and seemed to remember something.
Then, she felt an inexplicable burning pain in the wound on her abdomen.
"How can you forget what you promised your wife?"
Ye Fan's voice softened: "My fingers are fine. I have experience peeling them off, so it's not too painful."
"Stop talking and eat quickly."
He urged Song Hongyan and Tang Ruoxue to beat the teeth quickly, lest Nangong Youyou suddenly appeared and swept everything away.
"good!"
Song Hongyan didn't show any restraint when washing her hands. She didn't even take a fork or toothpick, but just ate it with her fingertips.
The lobster meat covered in sauce was spicy and fragrant, which made Song Hongyan very satisfied.
Then, she pushed the box in front of Tang Ruoxue and smiled: "Mr. Tang, try it. It tastes very good."
"Mr. Song, thank you, but my wound is still there, and eating these things can easily cause inflammation."
Tang Ruoxue came back to her senses and said in an indifferent tone: "You should eat it."
She picked up a cup of tea and took a sip to hide some of her unwanted emotions.
Song Hongyan smiled: "I'm sorry, I forgot that Mr. Tang has a wound..."
She wanted to say something more, but her phone vibrated, so she said hello to Mark and Tang Ruoxue, then took the phone and walked to the balcony to answer it.
Ye Fan picked up a few crayfish and brought them to Tang Ruoxue: "It's okay. It's okay to try a few."
Tang Ruoxue raised her eyelids and stared at Mark with clear eyes: "Are you sure you want me to have a taste?"
Ye Fan smiled: "The taste is still okay, and it won't hurt the wound if you try it."
There was a trace of torment in Tang Ruoxue's eyes: "Aren't you worried that once I taste it, my memory will remind me of something?"
Ye Fan was startled: "What can you remember by eating crayfish?"
Tang Ruoxue's mouth curled up with a hint of teasing, and she placed her fingers on the wound on her abdomen:
"Eating crayfish may make my wound inflamed. Once the wound becomes inflamed, I will examine the wound."
"Looking at the wound, it feels familiar."
She suddenly looked at Ye Fan: "It seems familiar, I will think of someone..."
