"Ms. Yang is really a smart person. It's a pleasure to deal with people like you."
Ye Fan laughed loudly when he heard this, leaned back on his chair again and said:
"But before bargaining, I want to know why you stabbed Qin Foyuan and the others?"
He asked curiously: "They are people in your circle, good partners, allies, and best friends."
"Is Mr. Ye just out of curiosity, or does he want the recording to be used as a handle?"
Yang Xin'er smiled at Mark: "Actually, you don't need to ask about my grudges with them."
"This doesn't mean much to Mr. Ye either."
"Pure curiosity is tantamount to gossip and a waste of time."
"Recording as a handle? It's useless!"
"One is that you can't guarantee that the grudges I said are true."
"Another thing is that even if I tell you my grudges without water, I will be able to retract my confession in the future. You forced me to read my lines."
Yang Xin'er avoided Ye Fan's questioning: "So let's just discuss the conditions for my survival."
Ye Fan was able to see through everything about her, and Yang Xin'er lost the idea of being a little sheep, so as not to make Ye Fan laugh like a clown.
Moreover, she had somewhat figured out Ye Fan's temperament. There was no point in going around in circles. If she wanted to survive, it was better to be direct.
"It makes sense!"
Ye Fan laughed loudly: "Then what price do you think you can pay to impress me?"
He led an army in a calm and calm manner.
Yang Xin'er was startled when she heard this, as if she didn't expect Mark to kick the ball to her.
Then she regained her composure.
"The only things that can be used as price and conditions are money, sex, fame, and power!"
"I can't get the money, hundreds of billions, and one billion to eighty billion, and Young Master Ye doesn't like it."
"Se, although I'm pretty good looking and haven't had any experience yet, I'm still inferior to Mr. Song."
"The most important thing is that in Mr. Ye's eyes, I am a bamboo leaf, and you will not have a relationship with me."
"Even if I tell Young Master Ye that I have unlocked the seventy-two postures without a teacher, I'm afraid Ye Fan won't be even remotely interested."
Yang Xin'er's tone was full of coquettishness and regret, feeling frustrated that she couldn't seduce Mark.
Otherwise, not only would she be able to survive calmly, but she would also be able to join forces with Ye Fan to gain huge benefits for herself.
Ye Fan smiled faintly and was not tempted by the woman's teasing of retreating.
"Famous, I can create a good reputation for Young Master Ye, but Young Master Ye shouldn't care."
Yang Xin'er continued to lightly open her red lips:
"Otherwise, Mr. Ye would not only not spread the reputation of the Pure Miracle Doctor, but also eliminate it at all costs."
"As long as there is more information about Mr. Ye and his reputation increases, Wenren Feipeng and the others will not fail to recognize Mr. Ye."
"If you eliminate three, the temptation of 'power' remains."
"Master Ye is willing to give me a way out and a chance to negotiate..."
"If I'm right, you want this 'right'."
"Of course, this power is not because you asked me to give you an official position or power. You also don't look down on Xia Guo's official power..."
"If my guess is correct, Mr. Ye needs an agent from the Xia Kingdom."
"And he's a powerful agent!"
Yang Xin'er's pupils stared at Ye Fan: "Young Master Ye wants to influence Xia Guo through Yang Xin'er?"
"Hahaha, smart people are smart people!"
Ye Fan let out a burst of hearty laughter, and then gave Yang Xin'er a thumbs up:
"With just a word or a look, you can find out the answer——"
"Yes, I have plans for the Xia Kingdom, and I need a smart and distinguished person to act as my agent."
"Miss Yang, would you like to be my Xia Guo white gloves?"
He pushed the brewed cup of tea in front of Yang Xin'er:
"If you want, you can drink this cup of tea and leave."
If not, Ye Fan didn't say what the outcome would be, but he knew Yang Xin'er could guess it.
Yang Xin'er's eyelids were twitching and her breathing was rapid.
She stared at the tea in front of her with sharp eyes.
Drinking this cup of tea is not only a transaction, but also a bondage.
From now on, she will be Ye Fan's lackey in Xia Kingdom.
Yang Xin'er could tell that there was something in this cup of tea, something that could determine her life or death.
She was a little unwilling to be controlled by others, but she also knew that if she didn't drink this tea, she would not survive today.
It was impossible for Ye Fan to let her return to Xia Country safely with her hands clean and yet so naughty.
Yang Xin'er picked up the teacup with a hesitant expression.
"This cup of tea is poisoned!"
Ye Fan said again: "Drink it, and you will never get off the boat."
Yang Xin'er's hand shook slightly.
"What? You don't dare to drink anymore?"
Ye Fan looked at the woman and smiled gently: "Still don't want to drink?"
"Miss Yang's layout is still not big enough."
He turned to Shen Dongxing and shouted: "Young Master Shen, open up a new situation for Miss Yang."
"clear!"
Shen Dongxing threw away the forty-meter sword and opened the bedroom door with a crash.
Yang Xin'er subconsciously turned her head.
A bespectacled man with a horrified face after hearing everything and a gunshot wound was instantly visible.
Eye to eye!
"Xin'er..."
"Xia Zhongshu..."
Yang Xin'er's whole body suddenly felt cold.
This man with glasses belongs to Yang Xin'er's group.
He is the son of a big boss in Xia Guowen Academy and a new member of Wenren Feipeng's circle.
Although her status is not as good as that of Qin Foyuan and Zhan Daofeng, she can still be on an equal footing with her, Yang Xin'er, and can still talk to her superiors.
It's just that he doesn't know martial arts, so he has no sense of existence in Yang Xin'er's eyes.
Yang Xin'er thought that he had been shot to death by Shen Dongxing and others just like the woman in black skirt.
She never expected that although the man with glasses was shot, he still survived.
Yang Xin'er never expected that Mark would let him live until now and still let him appear in this yard.
This means that the man with glasses may have heard everything she and Mark just said.
"You are free, go back to Xia Kingdom."
At this time, Ye Fan patted the bespectacled man on the shoulder.
"Whoosh——"
The bespectacled man trembled when he heard this, got up and ran away regardless of the pain of the gunshot wound.
He knew that just because Mark gave him freedom, it did not mean that he would be safe.
Especially since he had just heard everything he shouldn't have heard.
He ran with all his strength toward the exit of the golf course.
"Whoosh——"
Yang Xin'er had already reacted, and her pretty face suddenly changed, showing murderous intent.
She kicked the glass coffee table with a loud bang.
The coffee table flew out like a cannonball, hitting the bespectacled man not far away like a meteor.
Bang!
With a loud noise, the man with glasses screamed and fell to the ground.
The coffee table also shattered with a crash.
The man with glasses ignored the pain and struggled hard to get up.
It's just that Yang Xin'er has already shot like a lioness.
She arrived behind the bespectacled man like a sharp arrow.
"Xin'er, I didn't hear anything-"
Feeling the danger, the bespectacled man roared: "I won't let it out!"
"Click——"
Yang Xin'er didn't respond at all. She made a mistake with her hands and broke the bespectacled man's neck.
The man with glasses turned his head 180 degrees.
I happened to have a face-to-face meeting with Yang Xin'er.
His remaining consciousness made his eyes widen, as if he was angry and questioning.
"Bang--"
Yang Xin'er didn't look into the eyes of the young man with glasses, but slowly let go of her hands and let him fall to the ground with a thud.
Seeing her companions losing their vitality and watching Shen Dongxing's recording, Yang Xin'er's face became indescribably pale.
Then, she bit her red lips and walked back to Mark.
Yang Xin'er's hands are no longer clean and she has no choice!
"Zi——"
Ye Fan poured another cup of tea.
Then he handed it to Yang Xin'er.
"call--"
Yang Xin'er didn't hesitate this time and reached out to take the hot tea cup.
"very good!"
Ye Fan smiled lightly, clapped his hands, and pressed Yang Xin'er's head:
"However, you have to kneel down to drink this tea..."
