At dusk when Tang Ruoxue issued instructions to Wolong, Ye Fan and Song Hongyan were drinking tea with Song Wansan.
"Grandpa, didn't you say you don't have the energy to develop Golden Island? Why did you decide to bid for it tomorrow?"
Ye Fan asked curiously while pouring tea for Song Wansan.
"Besides, if you want the Golden Island, just tell me and I will take pictures of it for you."
Ye Fan was very sincere: "This is my betrothal gift for marrying this beauty."
"Hahaha, good boy, thank you."
Song Wansan laughed loudly when he heard this: "But no need, I will do the bidding."
"It's not that grandpa doesn't like your betrothal gift. He just thinks that I have a fate with Golden Island, so it would be better for me to participate."
He also joked: "Besides, my beauty is so virtuous. It would be too small to use a golden island as a betrothal gift."
"Grandpa, you haven't explained yet why you suddenly want to bid for Golden Island again?"
Song Hongyan looked at the old man and smiled brightly, then asked:
"I raised so much money from more than a dozen sisters for you, why should I have some right to know?"
In order to raise money for grandpa, he not only mortgaged the Song Group, but also poached funds from Huo Ziyan and others.
"The reason is simple."
Song Wansan sat up slightly and greeted the two juniors with calm eyes:
"Just seeing Ye Fan proposing to you, I suddenly realized a lot of things."
"I feel that if you like some people, some things, and some fate, you should do it and practice it without hesitation."
"As for what the outcome will be in the future, whether good deeds will be rewarded and lovers will eventually get married, it doesn't matter."
"The important thing is to give it your best and have no regrets."
"So after I found Golden Island and came back, I still thought about it deep in my heart and the fate I had with it many years ago."
"So I finally decided to let the bidding go. It doesn't matter whether I can succeed in the bidding."
Song Wansan had determination in his eyes: "The important thing is that I worked hard."
Ye Fan and Song Hongyan both nodded, deeply agreeing with Song Wansan's words.
The two of them looked at each other and subconsciously clasped their fingers.
"Grandpa, don't worry, you will definitely be able to take photos of the Golden Island."
Ye Fan smiled: "I have seen its starting price, which is only 80 billion, and the maximum bidding limit is 200 billion."
"And you now have almost 500 billion in funds, which is enough to shoot two and a half golden islands."
He encouraged Song Wansan: "Tomorrow, your wish will definitely come true."
Song Hongyan echoed: "Grandpa, let's accompany you to the scene tomorrow."
"no, I'm fine!"
Hearing Song Hongyan's words, Song Wansan was startled and almost spilled his tea:
"I'll just bring the lawyer and assistant there tomorrow."
"You two must not come."
As if he felt that his reaction was too great, Song Wansan explained with a smile:
"It's not that grandpa dislikes you two."
"But I'm worried that if you show up with me, people will spy on me and I'm determined to get the Golden Island. Then it won't be good if I raise the price like crazy."
"As you know, Tao Xiaotian has been holding back the evil spirit of Paradise Island and wants to stab me at any time."
"I won't show up for the auction tomorrow if I can, so as not to cause trouble to Tao Xiaotian."
"So you two can't show up, otherwise he will raise the price by hundreds of billions and my dream will be gone."
"When you have time, take your children around, or chat with you three mothers."
"They say every day that you have forgotten your mother after marrying your daughter-in-law, hahaha."
"If you have time again, you can go and see Jin Zhilin. Isn't Ye Fan going to open the island Jin Zhilin?"
"A medical center that heals the wounded and rescues the dying cannot be a hands-off shopkeeper, it must provide snacks."
Song Wansan refused Ye Fan and Song Hongyan to go to the auction, then lowered his head and took a sip of hot tea.
"Okay, grandpa, I listen to you."
Ye Fan felt that Song Wansan was right, so he smiled helplessly: "Tomorrow Hongyan and I will take the children for a walk."
Song Hongyan also looked at the old man and smiled bitterly: "Grandpa, you should be careful and bring more bodyguards."
According to Cai Lingzhi's information, the escape of Bao's Chamber of Commerce and the severe damage done to Tao by various countries made Tao Xiaotian mistakenly believe that his grandfather was protecting Bao Zhenhai.
This made Tao Xiaotian hate his grandfather deeply.
As long as Tao Xiaotian finds an opportunity, he will definitely kill Song Wansan by any means necessary.
Song Wansan laughed loudly: "Don't worry, don't worry, grandpa is sensible."
"Ding--"
Just when Ye Fan was about to say something, his phone vibrated.
He glanced down and frowned slightly, but still got up and walked to the side to answer.
As soon as the phone was connected, Tang Ruoxue's familiar voice came to Ye Fan's ears:
"Do you know what I went through this morning?"
The tone was cold and questioning, as if Ye Fan had done something sorry for her.
"How do I know what you've been through?"
Hearing the questioning tone of the other party, and thinking of the hospital's failure in the morning, Ye Fan's tone became a little colder:
"I only know that when I rushed to the hospital, Aunt Qing was not in the hospital anymore."
"You have more backbone than I thought. You would rather Aunt Qing be in danger than lower your head."
"I just don't want to bow my head. Why are you calling me again?"
Ye Fan asked nonchalantly: "Is Aunt Qing okay?"
"Haha, I thought you would reflect on it, or at least worry about Aunt Qing's life or death."
Tang Ruoxue couldn't help but sneer: "I didn't expect you to be so cold-blooded and cold-blooded. It's really disappointing."
"Aunt Qing is not my mother. Every time I see her, she is very hostile to me. What does it have to do with me whether she is dead or alive?"
Ye Fan responded tit for tat: "Besides, I also gave you face and ran to the hospital to save her life."
"I just didn't expect that for the sake of your so-called integrity, you took her out of the hospital in critical condition."
"So, if Aunt Qing dies and it has nothing to do with me, you can't blame me. You took her away."
Ye Fanxun wondered if Aunt Qing had died, so he told Tang Ruoxue in advance to avoid blaming him.
"Ye Fan, you are really nothing. Not only do you not care about Aunt Qing's life or death, but you also take away your own responsibility for not saving others."
Tang Ruoxue's voice deepened: "A life that could have been saved was lost because of your inaction, don't you feel guilty?"
"You really deserve to be called a miracle doctor in vain."
"Thankfully Aunt Qing is out of danger and is safe, otherwise I would have to settle this account with you."
Tang Ruoxue scolded Ye Fan unceremoniously.
"As long as Aunt Qing is safe."
Although Ye Fan was curious about someone who could cure Aunt Qing, he didn't want to waste energy on her:
"Any thing else?"
"If nothing happens, just hang up."
He rubbed his head: "I'm going to cook with my wife later."
"Cook, cook, and you will cook every day. I don't care about Aunt Qing's life or death. I don't even ask a question about what I went through."
Tang Ruoxue laughed angrily: "Let me tell you, Aunt Qing and I were attacked by strong firepower and almost died on the desert island."
"The attackers are Tang Hailong and others."
She shouted: "If I didn't have strong protection around me, I would have been shot in the head by now."
"What?"
Ye Fan was shocked: "Tang Hailong? He appeared? Is anyone dead?"
Ye Fan always remembers the guy who set off the Nine Hall Trial and ran away with a lot of truth.
He still had a lot of things he wanted to ask that bastard.
"Son of a bitch!"
Tang Ruoxue said angrily: "I said I was almost shot in the head, but you said where is Tang Hailong?"
"Okay, I was originally thinking about giving Song Wansan a chance for your sake."
"You are so cold-blooded and unkind, so don't blame me for being cruel."
After saying that, she hung up the phone with a bang, leaving only a beeping sound.
Aren't you okay...
Ye Fan was forced to hold back these words and stared at his phone in a daze.
In my mind, it's still Tang Hailong...
Looking up again, he felt a hint of gloominess in the sky and a hint of coolness blowing in.
When Ye Fan walked back to the bench, Song Hongyan asked thoughtfully: "Tang Ruoxue?"
Ye Fan smiled and nodded: "Aunt Qing is the subject of an investigation."
"If I have a chance to treat you, just give me a helping hand."
Song Hongyan poured a cup of tea for Ye Fan: "Tang Ruoxue has a bad temper, you, a grown man, don't need to worry about it."
Ye Fan smiled and held the woman's hand: "Okay, listen to my wife."
"Hahaha, young couple, don't show off your affection in front of me. Get as far away from me as you can."
Song Wansan burst out laughing when he saw this, and then changed the subject:
"By the way, Ye Fan, your three mothers gave you the problem of your mother and daughter-in-law falling into the water."
"Grandpa will also give you a test today."
"I promise you not to kill Tang Ruoxue preemptively, but Tang Ruoxue insists on killing me."
He held the teacup and looked at Mark with a smile: "What should you do?"
Song Hongyan's eyelids twitched.
Ye Fan was silent subconsciously, with a hint of struggle in his expression.
"Stuck on the answer?"
Song Wansan laughed loudly, drank the tea in one gulp, and stood up:
"Grandpa gives you an answer!"
"That is, don't help grandpa. Even if grandpa is shot dead by her, you still don't help grandpa."
"Grandpa doesn't want to see you fighting with your former wife, and he doesn't want you to be resented by Wangfan for the rest of your life."
"This is my grandfather's voice, and it is absolutely not false."
"As for whether you want to help Tang Ruoxue, it depends on your own choice."
"No matter what you choose, even if you kill grandpa, grandpa will not blame you."
Song Wansan looked at Ye Fan calmly and said with a smile: "After all, the back of the hand and the palm of the hand are all flesh."
"Grandpa, I won't help Tang Ruoxue!"
Ye Fan blurted out: "I will not make you and Hongyan sad and disappointed!"
"Hahaha, my dear grandson-in-law, my grandpa is very happy to have your words."
Song Wansan laughed again, then patted Ye Fan on the shoulder and left the rooftop: "Go downstairs, the storm is coming..."
