Ding Fan had time to rest, and Wu Yahuan immediately got in the car and took him back to Fuyunju.
After adjusting the seat, Ding Fan lay down comfortably and said with a smile: "Hey, it feels better to be home, very relaxing."
"That's right!" Wu Yahuan's eyebrows were dancing and he said happily: "Your master is not coming back. From now on, Fuyunju will be named Ding, and of course it will be his own home."
Ding Fan was amused. His master's property was not just Fuyunju, but also Wu Yahuan's pleasure.
"Humph, during the time when you were not at home, I was worried about everything inside and outside. At work, those foreigners, especially Kylena, asked you eight hundred times a day where you were and when you were
return."
"I'm so busy that I forgot about this. Hey, if you can't find me, Kylena won't call the police, right?" Ding Fan joked.
"That's not true." Wu Yahuan shook his head and hummed: "She is very smart and knows that you are a person who does big things, but you are too idle and always want to find someone to chat with."
"Overseas, it's just calm on the surface, but with Kylena's due date approaching, it's really a problem." Ding Fan frowned slightly.
"Don't worry about it, she intends to give birth to the child in Jingyang..."
Wu Yahuan talked a lot, but found that there was no response. She turned around and couldn't laugh or cry.
Ding Fan, has fallen asleep.
The shabby clothes can only cover the body, and the hair is messy and there is no time to take care of it. Paired with that handsome face, it is a bit more joyful.
Although she slept deeply, there was no trace of fatigue between her brows, and the exposed skin was moist and elastic, like a finely carved sculpture, making it almost impossible to take your eyes away.
Suddenly, Ding Fan's eyelashes twitched, and Wu Yahuan's heart began to beat wildly. She blushed at her own lack of success and quickly turned her head.
Wu Yahuan broke out in a cold sweat as he saw a black sedan approaching quickly. It was almost there, but there was no sign of braking!
Wu Yahuan turned the steering wheel hard and pressed the brakes to the bottom. What was annoying was that he woke up Ding Fan who had just fallen asleep!
"Who doesn't have eyes?"
After lowering the window, Wu Yahuan looked over and cursed. Unexpectedly, the driver of the black car got out of the car and opened the rear door. An eagle-eyed old man on crutches got out of the car with a dark face.
Wu Yahuan pursed his lips, but managed not to have an attack. He turned around and looked helplessly at Ding Fan: "Your third uncle is here! He's very aggressive, as if he's looking for trouble."
It's Ma'an!
Ding Fan didn't take it seriously. After putting a bright smile on his face, he got out of the car and greeted him: "Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days. My third uncle looks in high spirits. He looks more than ten years younger!"
snort!
The anger still lingering on Ma San's face, he leaned on the crutches with both hands and asked coldly: "Boy, don't play tricks on me. Tell me, where did Mr. Sikong go?"
"Third uncle, why are you looking for my master?" Ding Fan was puzzled.
"What?" Ma San raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Sikong Laoer has always been hypocritical. I think he is old and doesn't want to be ordinary. But now both Shanshan and Ye Zi are old, and he keeps saying
They said that these two children are brothers and sisters of the Sikong family, but after they were handed over to me, they didn’t even say hello!"
Ding Fan scratched his head and persuaded: "Third uncle, isn't this good? Master understands the righteousness and will not disturb your peaceful life anymore..."
fart!
Masan swore and gritted his teeth: "How could he be so disrespectful? He took the child away as soon as he said it, which made me sad for twenty years! It was so easy to get it back, but he was like throwing away a hot potato.
Yes, no contact again. After all, Ye Zi was also brought up by him, he is really a cold-faced and cruel person!"
oh!
Ding Fan suddenly realized that Sikong Ye, who was playing in the wild, got mad one day and suddenly shouted that he missed his master, but he couldn't contact him and became depressed.
Masan loved her daughter so much that she searched for the master through various channels. In the end, she couldn't even find him. Old and new grudges came to her heart, so she blocked Ding Fan here.
well!
Ding Fan sighed heavily, and Masan glanced at him impatiently, "Sikong Laoer, where are you?"
"Third uncle, don't worry, listen to me slowly."
Ding Fan looked solemn and sighed again: "Master, he thinks that all his earthly tasks have been completed, and he has decided to retire to the mountains and forests from now on, hoping to be among the immortals in the future."
What?
Ma San's eyes widened and he asked in disbelief: "The second child has the most selfish motives. I won't believe him even if he says he is going to live in seclusion!"
"Hehe, if you can't beat him to death, then you will believe it." Ding Fan chuckled. When he saw Ma San raise his palm, he quickly stopped him and said with a smile: "Uncle, this is the truth."
snort!
The crutch made a hole in the ground hard, and Ma San's eyes were on fire: "Then when will he come out of seclusion?"
"Not coming out!"
"What?" Masan was stunned again.
"Third Uncle, let's put it this way, Master has made up his mind and no longer plans to meet anyone. All the disciples in Fuyun Mountain know this, and Third Uncle can find out just by asking around."
Ma San looked confused, pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Xiao Fan, is your master dead?"
"Well……"
Ding Fan had a black line on his head and emphasized: "It's about going into seclusion and focusing on the Tao."
"There is no proof, who knows if he is cowardly and hiding! Unless..." Masan rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand: "Unless he has property to give as dowry to his two children."
Master is wise!
He had long expected that Ma San would be interested in Sikong's family's property in a vindictive manner, and he gave many instructions to Ma San, not to drain Ma San dry and never give up a penny.
Ding Fan smiled and pressed down Masan's hand, "Hey, Master, he has nothing to lose. He really doesn't have any extra property."
"Oh, it is indeed a scam. How could I be easily fooled?" Masan glared and said angrily, "Let him wait for me. I will find him anywhere in the world!"
"but……"
Just as Masan was about to leave, Ding Fan deliberately coughed twice to give him a pass. The old guy subconsciously stopped and his ears perked up.
"Master has devoted his whole life to Fuyun Mountain. He has given instructions for you to participate in the management of Fuyun Mountain."
What?
Masan turned his head suddenly, extremely surprised, and his hand on the crutches trembled slightly.
Fuyun Mountain, where Daoxuan Sect is located.
On a normal day, let alone going to Fuyun Mountain, Sikong Xuan would feel extremely disgusted when the word "Ma'an" was mentioned there, or even one of the words. But now that he is allowed to participate in the management, it can only mean...
Ma'an's face darkened and he asked in a low voice: "Sikong Laoer, is it true that you won't come back?"
"Yes, it's absolutely true. I wouldn't dare to joke about this kind of thing."
"Why do you want me to participate?" Ma'an asked again.
"The bones are broken and the tendons are connected. After all, we are a family. In fact, the master also asked the third uncle to save the dowry for him for the sake of Shanshan and Ye Zi."
"He's quite calculating."
Ma'an had a look of disdain, but his tone was not so tyrannical. He raised his head and looked at the sky for a long time, and said quietly: "After fighting for a lifetime, I won in the end. Isn't your territory free for me to come in and out? Ha, ha ha ha..."