The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1614
The first thousand and 610 chapters seven heart-killing weapons
After Song Hongyan came out of the hospital, she checked into the Hilton Hotel.

Granny Zhuang had already booked her a presidential suite with an infinity pool.

Just slightly tired, when she pushed open the door, she instantly smelled the smell of Cordyceps Flower Chicken Soup.

She kicked off her shoes, ran to the dining room, and saw Ye Fan busy in an apron.

Four delicious dishes were already placed on the table, and then Ye Fan brought out another pot of hot chicken soup.

"Come back? I'm about to call you and ask when you'll be back."

"It just so happened that I made lunch. It's all your favorite dishes, as well as chicken soup."

Seeing Song Hongyan appear, Ye Fan smiled and greeted her to eat: "Hurry up, wash your hands and eat."

"Well, okay, wait for me!"

Song Hongyan smiled lightly, and then quickly washed her hands, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

For a woman who worked hard early, after a busy day, returning home, having a hot meal and a mouthful of hot soup is a very happy thing.

It's a pity that in the past so many years, she seldom enjoyed this kind of happiness, and it was more because she had to face the cold house when she went back.

So Ye Fan's meal made her feel that everything she paid was worth it.

She sat down and smiled sweetly: "Why are you in the mood to cook today?"

"In the past, you basically cooked for me in Jinzhilin, and now it's my turn to cook for you."

Ye Fan doesn't hold grudges very much, but he can remember clearly when others treated him well:
"Besides, you have come all the way to deal with the mess, so I should cook you a meal."

Whether it's human communication or feelings, only when there is coming and going can it be more long-term.

Song Hongyan's eyes were bright: "Hearing what you said, my whole body has been revived."

"Don't beat chicken blood, just drink chicken soup, while it's hot."

Ye Fan handed Song Hongyan a bowl of chicken soup: "How? Have you finished watching your uncle and grandpa?"

Song Hongyan took the porcelain bowl and gently stirred it with a spoon: "I've seen it, he's still awake, and we had a chat."

"Really, have you communicated?"

Ye Fan smiled when he heard the words: "I thought that when he saw you, he would be scared to death by you."

"Am I that ugly? Scared my uncle to death?"

Song Hongyan almost spit out the chicken soup, and gave Ye Fan an angry look: "He is so happy to see me."

"I don't believe a single punctuation mark."

Ye Fan laughed out loud, how could Murong Wuxin see Song Hongyan happy?
Then he changed the subject: "Has his injury not deteriorated?"

"Fortunately, with you in the position to guide, Xiong Jiudao as the chief surgeon, and a bunch of experts watching, how could his condition worsen?"

Song Hongyan took a sip of chicken soup, then looked at Ye Fan calmly:

"But he enjoys lying down and letting everything go, so I think he's going to be lying down for the rest of his life."

"Actually, that's good too. If he's in peace, he won't cause trouble for you, the new owner of Huaxi."

"And one voice is always better than old and new."

After she finished speaking, she narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling the breath of the Cordyceps flower.

"Safety?"

Ye Fan maintained a calm smile: "It's good to be quiet, and Murong Yanran will be more obedient."

"By the way, who does Sun Xiucai belong to?"

He was a little interested: "Is he really Ouyang Wuji's person?"

"On the day Sun Xiucai died, I read the briefing and became curious about him."

Song Hongyan had no reservations about Ye Fan: "I just asked Tang Shi'er about it."

"Finally got what I wanted."

"Sun Xiucai is indeed related to Ouyang Wuji, and he can be regarded as Ouyang Wuji's person."

"It's also true that their dealings and financial transactions are real."

"But their relationship is just a cover."

"The person who really controls Sun Xiucai is Gusu Murong."

"Murong has no intention of staying in a corner, but his family is big and his career is big, so he always needs a nail to keep him safe."

"But Murong Wuxin is not a waste, he should have noticed Sun Xiucai's other identity a few years ago."

"It's just that he didn't move Sun Xiucai immediately, but continued to keep him by his side."

"Through him passing on his every move to Gusu Murong."

"Only by making Gusu Murong feel that everything is right under his nose, can Gusu Murong not deal with him too soon."

"This time in the chaos in West China, Murong Wuxin saw an opportunity to take advantage of it, so he told Murong Yanran to find a suitable opportunity to kill him."

"To be more precise, the 40 people Murong Yanran killed, including Sun Xiucai, were either from Gusu Murong or chess pieces from the Tang Sect."

She scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and blew gently: "Use the head of an undercover agent to appease Young Master Ye's anger, Murong Yanran is considered a character."

"Murong Wuxin is peaceful, but I don't know if Murong Yanran will be peaceful?"

Ye Fan burst into a smile: "To be honest, I still appreciate her ability."

"In just a few days, the framework of the Jiuzhou Group has been established, and most of the resources of the three major tycoons have been integrated."

He still approved of Murong Yanran: "With her help, we can get twice the result with half the effort."

"Murong Yanran's ability to integrate resources so quickly is certainly due to her ability, but it is more due to Murong Wuxin's schemes for many years."

Song Hongyan gave a judgment: "He must have considered the current situation countless times."

"So once Nangong Fu and Ouyang Wuji fall, Murong Yanran will be able to arrange for integration."

"Because I once calculated that in this little time, if I were in her position, I might not be able to achieve half of my current achievements."

Song Hongyan's tone was firm: "There is only one explanation for the current situation. There is already an integration plan."

"It seems that Murong Wuxin has never been satisfied with being the head of the three tycoons, what he wants is the entire Huaxi in his hands."

Ye Fan nodded and smiled when he heard the words: "Yes, only in this way can we have a chance to compete against the five great masters."

Song Hongyan gave Ye Fan another reassurance: "As for Murong Yanran, don't worry, she will be very quiet."

Ye Fan was very interested: "Really?"

"Murong Wuxin's lineage has withered, and the only direct lineage is Murong Wuxin and Murong Yanran."

After Song Hongyan drank the chicken soup, she wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue:

"All of Murong Wuxin's hopes are on Murong Yanran, and Murong Yanran's heart is also tied to Murong Wuxin."

"Murong Wuxin is not dead, his peace of mind will become a thread, tightly tied to Murong Yanran's heart."

This is also the main reason why Song Hongyan didn't want to kill Murong Wuxin.

She wanted to use Murong Wuxin to kill the possible risks of Murong Yanran.

"Okay, as long as you have an arrangement, not much to say, I will leave this to you."

Ye Fan laughed loudly and poured a glass of red wine for the woman:
"I'll take a good rest for a few days and think about how to deal with the Arctic Chamber of Commerce."

He wanted to take advantage of the Arctic Chamber of Commerce's self-defense gap to think of some plans that could deal a heavy blow to the opponent.

After all, offense is the best defense.

Moreover, when the hill exploded, Yuan Qingyi's disfigurement still haunts Ye Fan.

"Ding--"

At this moment, Song Hongyan's phone vibrated.

She didn't put on earplugs to answer the call, but directly turned on the speakerphone.

She had barely been fed when there was a helicopter boom on the other end of the phone.

Then, a middle-aged man's panting but extremely excited voice came over:

"President Song, President Song, we found it, we found it!"

He roared extremely excitedly: "We are transporting her to land at the bottom of the mountain..."

Ye Fan was taken aback, and looked at the woman curiously: "What are you looking for?"

"Heart-killing weapon."

Song Hongyan smiled sweetly:
"Madame Toraski!"

(End of this chapter)