For Ye Fan, there is nothing more satisfying than a slap from Chen Qingyan.
This woman was so insidious and calculated every step of the way. 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 using a surveillance camera.
And using the video to explain it is like 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 looks 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 unusual.
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 discussions with Baocheng bridge experts, it was decided to stop using the 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 beat her and was excused, the Dongwang clan would be in a rage.
Sure enough, they are two people who love and kill each other.
Ye Fan was surprised by Ye Zhendong's understanding of Chen Qingyan:
"Uncle, rest assured, I dare to do it, it must be sure."
Then he talked and turned: "Uncle, where are you here for the past few days, I have been looking for you a few words."
"I have a small courtyard in Baocheng, called Dongli Xiaocheng. I bought it more than 20 years ago. I only lived for a few days.
"You don't have to look at me first, I have a lot of things these days, and I'm tracing a clue that Mrs. Ye was attacked."
"I should have arrived in Baocheng two days ago, because it was delayed."
The clue of Mrs. Ye was attacked?
Ye Fan moved in his heart and wanted to ask more about asking, but he couldn't help but glance at the driver's aunt.
Ye Fan frowned slightly and did not ask the sensitive question, but did not care about the auntie of the driver, and felt that it was to speak loudly to her.
Later, he talked: "Uncle Dong, you haven't told me yet, what are you going to come to Baocheng?"
"One is to wait for Yemen Lord to come back to discuss amnesty, and the other is to prepare to participate in the 50th birthday of the owner."
Ye Zhendong smiled: "Although I don't deal with the Ye family, but the owner's longevity, the person in charge of my sixteen department, how can I do my best."
"Okay, you are busy you first, wait for me to be empty, I will ask you to come over to eat hot pot."
He reminded: "Also, something happened in Tangmen, rumors have something to do with you, you must be careful when you have recently been in and out."
"An accident? It is related to me?"
Ye Fan first was curious what the meant, and then he was pulled into Tangmen himself:
"I have never made a deal with Tangmen recently, especially after Tang Ruoxue discarded the thirteen branches, and Tangmen and I have no intersection."
As for the three kingdoms of the Tang Dynasty, Ye Fan hadn't seen him for a while.
"Tangmen should be an accident, but the cover is very hidden. Dozens of members will be on the dragon capital."
Ye Zhen Dongzi has a care: "I am also listening, and I will tell you when there is news, but you must leave one more heart."
"Thank you Uncle Dong."
Ye Fan smiled: "But things should have nothing to do with me. I really have nothing to entangle with Tang Men."
"No, Emperor Bank, Emperor Bank ..."
Ye Fan suddenly remembered what: "It should be said, I am afraid that I have conflicts indirectly with Tangmen, but I have compromised and handed over the template ..."
template?
Ye Fan sat upright.
The template is the action of the Master of the Emperor Bank behind the scenes. Is the template really hit the Tangmen big brother?
not good!
Ye Fan's thoughts passing by.
I still missed a little. The template stopped in the hands of Dugu. It was easy for Tangmen to mistakenly recognize the killing.
At this time, he shook a few times, shaking as if he was taking a boat.
Ye Fan turned back.
Soon, Ye Fan's eyes were stiff and shocked.
"Auntie, what is this?"
"Why haven't I seen this bridge?"
"Is this the way to Jinzhi Forest?"
Ye Fan is now, and I do n’t know when a taxi has been on a narrow bridge, or the kind of shaking, it looks like decades of history.
There is no one over the bridge, and there are no vehicles. In the distance, there are more than a dozen engineering staff.
The gesture of waving, without getting closer, you can also feel their anger and anxiety.
"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?
"Bang--"
Ye Fan's expression couldn't stop changing, he grabbed her neck and hit the car window, and then turned the steering wheel sharply.
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...