Wu Yahuan, one million, probably didn’t want to fall behind Bai Yifei, so he followed with another one million in the name of his father Wu Hongquan, and sent a message to the Tianmeng group!
Mo Yuhong followed millions.
All the four major families gave face, and domestic and foreign shareholders were not left behind. At the same time, news of Ding Fan's sister's marriage spread in the business circle.
Ma San also gave him one million, because she was the eldest aunt-to-be of the legendary Sikong Ye, and his subordinates also tried their best to flatter him, and they joined in one after another, totaling more than one million.
Others, those who were grateful and those who wanted to please, all regarded money as numbers and poured money into Ding Wan's account one after another.
Presumably, there will continue to be accounts in the future.
What shocked Ding Fan was that each of the eight major sects actually had one million!
The economic strength of the sects is different. The Alchemy Sect is completely clean. Even if you can't even get one million, your foundation will be wiped out?
"Ye Zi, that's too much. If you didn't tell me that Huanyue Sect is in my name, why are you still asking for money from Lan Yaoshi?" Ding Fan asked angrily.
"No, they can't pay even if they want to. You still have to pay the rent of the martial arts center in advance!" Sikong Ye snorted.
"That's my business, don't worry about it."
Ding Fan lowered his face, and Sikong Ye took a deep breath, but did not dare to speak harshly, "Shanshan gave it to me. It is said that other sects have it. As an adopted daughter, she has to save face for the two miracle doctors."
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"What Shanshan, that's your cousin!"
"You are younger than her, why don't you call her the same name? Shanshan, Shanshan, I will call you Shanshan!"
"Unreasonable!"
"She is still my father's adopted daughter, and she spends my father's money!"
"Bullshit, Shanshan is now a supermodel and her annual income is astonishingly high!"
"She wasn't a little beggar before. Without my father, how could she be where she is today?"
Sikong Ye refused to give up, and it turned out that he was the reincarnation of a little witch, with very vicious eyes. If Ding Fan didn't pay, he would be sent to hell.
On your big day, don't make my sister unhappy because of gifts, not to mention that Ding Fan is worth a lot now.
As a last resort, Ding Fan took out his cell phone, and Sikong Ye smiled happily: "This is right."
"Xiaofan, there's really no need! Ye Zi is making trouble with you!" Zhang Ao quickly stopped him and winked at his wife. Ding Wan seemed to be generous and said: "That's all you want, no more."
Ding!
Arrival information!
Ding Wan happily checked the zero behind the one and found that there was no big surprise. One million and one million, only ten thousand more than outsiders!
"Brother, you are so generous." Ding Wan pouted.
"It's already very expensive."
Zhang Ao quickly stood in the middle. He had seen the list before. Not including gifts, the amount exceeded 30 million.
Among them, apart from Bai Yifei, a small number of people looked at Sikong Ye's face, but most of them looked at Ding Fan's favor.
In other words, Ding Fan will have to repay this money in the future...
The phone rang, it was Wu Yahuan.
After answering the call, Ding Fan got goosebumps all over his body and heard Wu Yahuan say delicately: "Brother Fan, I woke up and found that you are not around. Where have you been?"
The voice was so charming that even though Ding Fan was so determined, he couldn't help but feel shaken.
Could it be said that the soul and charm potential of the city lord in the spiritual world has been activated?
"Huanhuan, I'm at my sister's house, I'll go back right away."
"I will visit my sister personally." Wu Yahuan chuckled.
"welcome!"
Ding Fan responded casually and was about to hang up the phone when he noticed that Sikong Ye was very close, his ear almost touching Ding Fan's hand holding the phone, eavesdropping!
"Yi Zi, please know something!" Ding Fan pushed him away displeased.
"Wu Yahuan usually pretends, but he is also a coquettish fox." Sikong Ye opened his mouth to curse, and twisted his waist to imitate the sentence, Brother Fan~
"Sister, you don't care about her!" Ding Fan complained.
"As a family, we should be more casual."
Ding Wan didn't mind, and warned meaningfully: "Brother, I have already received the certificate, you should hurry up. I have changed my mind. I will go to Fuyun Mountain to see the master first and formally propose marriage to him..."
Late marriage is the tradition of the Ding family.
Ding Fan couldn't listen anymore and quickly winked at his brother-in-law. Zhang Ao realized it later and let out a blank voice. He turned around and said seriously: "Wan'er, Master has not been on the mountain recently."
Ding Wan looked at her husband several times with scrutinizing eyes, making sure that her husband was an honest man and would not lie. This expression showed that he was not lying.
"The original plan was to go to Fuyun Mountain? Why didn't you say anything at the time?"
"Xiaofan also found out recently."
"Then where did the master go?"
"It is said that he is assisting Taoist Priest Donglin in Fuyuan."
"That's right, we are going to Fuyuan!"
Why!
Ding Fan rubbed his forehead and sighed. He came here just to tell his senior brother not to go to Fuyuan. Why did he dig a hole and jump into it first?
"Sister, senior brother, I have something urgent. Let's talk back!"
Ding Fan stood up and left, leaving it up to Zhang Ao to explain.
Sikong Ye didn't care about keeping accounts anymore. He threw away the account book, changed his clothes and shoes, and chased him out. But the elevator didn't move at all, and Ding Fan was nowhere to be seen!
"They're all vixens! Vixens!"
Sikong Ye was so angry that he cursed loudly.
Besides, Ding Fan had already driven away from the seaside community in his car. As if possessed by an evil spirit, Wu Yahuan's sweet and moving voice kept lingering in his ears.
Returning to the martial arts center, Wu Yahuan was already at work.
Wearing a beige skirt, with long wavy hair draped over her shoulders, and light makeup, she was sitting elegantly behind her desk, shooting her electric eyes at Ding Fan.
"Huanhuan."
"Um?"
Wu Yahuan was suddenly stunned for a moment, the charming look in his eyes faded, and he asked blankly: "Xiaofan, why are you back so soon?"
They are completely different from just now!
Neither Wei Teng nor Leng Ling'er noticed anything unusual. Ding Fan stepped forward with a hint of doubt, leaned over and asked, "Huan Huan, why are you dressed so ladylike today?"
Wu Yahuan looked down and smiled sheepishly: "I'm too busy these days. I haven't sent my clothes for dry cleaning. This is the only one I can wear."
"And the hairstyle? It seems like it's not your usual style either?"
"What, am I only suitable for tomboy style?" Wu Yahuan pouted.
"Of course not. I used to be heroic, but now I'm gentle and sweet."
"This is my specialty!" Wu Yahuan said arrogantly: "I can become anything Feifei is, but my appearance cannot be copied by Feifei."
"Why do you want to imitate others? Don't you like to be unique the most?" Ding Fan asked cautiously.
"I dreamed about her this morning. When I saw her, I felt very fond of her. I can't describe the feeling. Later, I got this hairstyle. In fact, I was confused." Wu Yahuan spread his hands.
"Why do you dream about Feifei?"
"Oh, Xiaofan, you have too many questions!" Wu Yahuan snorted: "Why are you so sensitive when it comes to her?"
As he got closer, a faint aroma came, and Ding Fan felt dizzy again when he smelled it!