For Ye Fan, there is nothing more satisfying than a slap from Chen Qingyan.
This woman is so insidious, calculating every detail, how could he hold his breath and leave?
And he needs to give Ye Zhendong a clear attitude.
A slap meant that he and Chen Qingyan were incompatible, which was a hundred times better than trying to explain with a surveillance camera.
And using the video to explain is equivalent to stabbing Ye Zhendong in the heart again.
"taxi!"
"Jin Zhilin!"
After leaving Chen Qingyan behind, Ye Fan got into a red taxi in the waiting area.
The taxi driver is a middle-aged aunt, wearing a mask, silent, but with a smile in her eyes, she seems very polite.
And the interior of the car is very clean, with a small potted plant even placed there.
The flowers are white and have a pleasant fragrance, just like lilies.
Ye Fan was sensitive to aromas and sniffed instinctively, but found nothing strange.
He smiled at the driver's aunt, announced his destination, and took out his mobile phone to call Ye Zhendong.
"The Baozhu Bridge, which is 30 years old, has been hit by typhoons many times in recent years. The bridge body has suffered structural damage, and it even experienced severe shaking last month..."
"After discussion with Baocheng bridge experts, it was decided to stop the use of Baozhu Bridge and conduct directional blasting on it today..."
When Ye Fan fastened his rear seat belt, he also listened to the radio in the car, and then took out his mobile phone to make a call.
Seeing that Ye Fan was about to make a call, the driver's aunt immediately turned down the radio and stuffed herself with a pair of headphones.
She drove the taxi carefully, quickly and steadily, which made Ye Fan very impressed.
"Uncle Dong, I want to apologize to you."
Ye Fan withdrew his gaze and called Ye Zhendong. The call was quickly connected. Before Ye Zhendong could speak, Ye Fan whispered:
"I slapped your first love."
He was very apologetic: "Now she probably wants to hack me to death."
"Don't be secretive in front of uncle."
Ye Zhendong's rich voice came from the other end of the phone. He obviously knew what Ye Fan meant:
"I know what you are thinking. Do you want to tell me that you and Chen Qingyan are incompatible and irreconcilable?"
"Don't worry, I know that woman and I know that the ambiguity in the car was intentional on her part."
He added: "Besides, the relationship between our uncle and nephew will not be so fragile."
"Of course I know my uncle's feelings for me, but I didn't like that woman, so I couldn't help but slap her."
"Although I know that my uncle and she have no feelings for a long time, after all, you are still a woman, and she will always tell you if I touch you."
Ye Fan smiled: "And if she comes to complain to you, you can handle it calmly."
Regardless of whether Ye Zhendong has a grudge in his heart or not, Ye Fan will show the distance between himself and Chen Qingyan with a slap.
"I'm measured!"
Ye Zhendong's tone was a bit doting: "You slapped her and you didn't get the blame, right?"
"You have a good reputation for trying to impress her at Jin Yuan Club, so a slap in the face won't have any impact."
"But if it's somewhere else and you do it without clear explanation, you might be in trouble."
"After all, she is Mrs. Dongwang."
"And she used to be a war correspondent and is very good at stirring up trouble with public opinion. Tears and pity are her greatest weapons."
He knew Chen Qingyan very well and knew that she was a woman who killed people with soft knives. If Ye Fan's beating of her was used as an excuse, the Dongwang family would be in a rage.
Sure enough, they are two people who love and kill each other.
Ye Fan was very surprised by Ye Zhendong's understanding of Chen Qingyan:
"Uncle, don't worry, if I dare to take action, I will be sure of it."
Then he changed the topic: "Uncle, where are you staying these days? I'll go over and have a chat with you."
"I have my own small courtyard in Baocheng, called Dongli Xiaozhu. I bought it more than 20 years ago and only lived there for a few days. I will live there when I come back this time, which is a good way to make up for it."
"You don't have to come to see me yet. I have a lot of things to do these days. I am tracking down clues that Mrs. Ye was attacked."
"I was supposed to arrive in Baocheng two days ago, but I was delayed because of this matter."
Clues to Mrs. Ye’s attack?
Ye Fan's heart moved and he wanted to ask more, but he couldn't help but glance at the driver's aunt and found that the latter was looking at him through the rearview mirror intentionally or unintentionally.
Ye Fan frowned slightly and did not ask any sensitive questions, but he did not pay attention to the driver's aunt's behavior, thinking that he had disturbed her by speaking loudly.
Then, he changed the topic: "Uncle Dong, you haven't told me yet, what are you doing in Baocheng?"
"The first is to wait for the leader of the Ye clan to come back to discuss the amnesty, and the second is to prepare to participate in the sect leader's fiftieth birthday."
Ye Zhendong smiled: "Although I don't get along very well with the Ye family, the sect leader is celebrating his birthday. As the person in charge of the Sixteenth Department, I have to show my courtesy no matter what."
"Okay, you go about your business first. When I'm free, I'll ask you to come over for hot pot."
He reminded: "Also, something big seems to have happened in the Tang Sect. The rumors have something to do with you. You must be careful when you go out recently."
"Something happened to the Tang Clan? Is it related to me?"
Ye Fan was first curious about what the amnesty meant, and then he was stunned to get involved in the Tang Sect:
"It seems that I haven't had any dealings with the Tang Sect recently. Especially after Tang Ruoxue discarded the thirteen sticks, the Tang Sect and I have never interacted with each other again."
As for Tang Sanguo, Ye Fan hasn't seen him for a while.
"There must have been something wrong with the Tang Sect, but it was kept secret. Dozens of generals quickly entered the Dragon City."
Ye Zhendong's words were filled with concern: "I am also inquiring, and I will tell you when there is news, but you must be more cautious."
"Thank you, Uncle Dong."
Ye Fan smiled: "But the matter should have nothing to do with me. I really have nothing to do with the Tang Sect."
"No, Emgrand Bank, Emgrand Bank..."
Ye Fan suddenly remembered something: "It should be said that I am afraid that I had an indirect conflict with the Tang Sect, but I have compromised and handed over the template..."
template?
Ye Fan sat up straight.
Template is an action taken by the mastermind behind the scenes against the boss of Emgrand Bank. Could it be that Template really severely damaged the boss of the Tang Sect?
not good!
A thought passed through Ye Fan's mind.
I still missed one thing. The template stayed in Dugu Shang's hands for a day, and it was easy for Tang Sect to mistakenly believe that the murderous intent in it came from him.
At this time, his body swayed a few times, as if he was on a boat.
Ye Fan's attention returned.
Soon, Ye Fan's eyes froze and he looked shocked.
"Auntie, what is this place?"
"How come I haven't seen this bridge before?"
"Is this the way to Jinzhilin?"
Ye Fan discovered that the taxi got onto a long and narrow bridge at some point. It was a dilapidated and shaky one that looked like it was decades old.
There was no one on the bridge, and there were no vehicles. In the distance, there were more than a dozen engineering workers, waving and shouting something.
With their waving gestures, you can feel their anger and anxiety without getting close.
"What is this place?"
Ye Fan grabbed the middle-aged aunt's neck and shouted: "Stop!"
"This is the car heading to heaven."
The middle-aged aunt suddenly laughed ferociously: "We won't stop until we get to heaven."
The next second, she stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed towards the center of the bridge like a sharp arrow.
Ahead, the four characters Baozhu Bridge shine brightly.
Uncle, the forbidden land of death?
"boom--"
Ye Fan's expression couldn't stop changing, he grabbed her neck and hit the car window, and then turned the steering wheel suddenly.
The car made a loud noise, broke the railing, and fell straight into the sea.
At the same moment, the bridge exploded with a bang, and the center blossomed.
Then a series of flames spurted out, and explosions continued to sound.
In the thick smoke, countless rubbles flew.
The taxi was overturned several times by the air waves, and then fell into the sea with a bang...
