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

Chapter 1819
The first thousand eight hundred and twenty-three chapters can't hold back
Maybe it was just after taking a shower in the morning, Song Hongyan's skin was white and tender with an attractive pink.

The fragrance on the body is better than before, and the gestures of the hands and feet are enough to seduce the soul.

Moreover, the lonely man and the widow were in the same room, Ye Fan was fascinated and nervous.

"what happened?"

Peeking at the sweat dripping from Ye Fan's forehead, Song Hongyan turned around with a smile and brought a towel to wipe Ye Fan off.

After wiping, she hooked Ye Fan's neck, and her red lips parted slightly:
"Is it hot?"

Breathing out like blue, Ye Fan's mind went blank for a moment.

He held the woman down.

"Oh, no, in broad daylight..."

Seeing this, Song Hongyan hummed a few times, her face panicked but she didn't resist, instead she slowly closed her beautiful eyes.

Ye Fan was about to get closer, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a pair of big eyes at the door of the bathroom.

Blink and blink.

Ye Fan protected Song Hongyan and kicked open the glass door of the bathroom.

Just hearing a whoosh, Nangong Youyou jumped away like a monkey, hugging the chandelier in the room and condescendingly.

She said with an innocent face: "Master Ye, why are you doing your best?"

Seeing that it was Nangong Youyou, Ye Fan said angrily, "What are you doing sneaking here?"

He let go of his heart, but also gave birth to a trace of regret.

What a beautiful and beautiful morning, it was ruined by the little girl.

"Tsk, I see you're not in the room, and I'm worried that something will happen to you, so I follow your breath."

Nangong Youyou chuckled: "As a bodyguard, I should do my duty."

Ye Fan waved his hand: "You see now, I'm fine, you can go."

He thought about continuing with Song Hongyan.

"That won't work, personal bodyguards, they can't be more than ten meters away."

Nangong Youyou spoke seriously, and at the same time stretched out her hand to touch her belly.

Stomach gurgling.

The little girl looked at Ye Fan as if you understood.

Ye Fan recognized her at a glance: "Want to eat?"

Nangong Youyou opened his mouth wide: "Is my intention so obvious?"

Song Hongyan put on her clothes and smiled: "Youyou hungry? Okay, I'll cook, just wait a moment."

She held Ye Fan and walked out of the bathroom with a smile:

"Okay, don't be depressed, the future is long, let's cook."

"Otherwise, when Mom and Dad get up later, they will take the kitchen away."

She didn't let Shen Biqin cook these days, making up for the lack of not being in Jin Zhilin these days.

"Sister Yan is the best, and Sister Yan is the most beautiful."

Nangong Youyou was very happy: "It's not like some people who only think about their own happiness and don't care about the blooming flowers of the motherland."

Ye Fan glared at Nangong Youyou, if he couldn't beat the little girl, he would probably beat her up.

Then he followed Song Hongyan to the kitchen to cook.

Soon, Song Hongyan was busy in the kitchen.

She quickly made pastries, put them in the steamer, and fried a large pot of corn juice.

Then she fried a large plate of eggs.

"Let me make another porridge."

Song Hongyan smiled at Ye Fan: "How about making a pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge?"

"Do so many things, can you finish eating?"

Ye Fan looked at Song Hongyan in surprise, the amount was almost double the usual amount.

"Enough to eat, all to eat."

Before Song Hongyan could respond, Nangong's urgent voice came from behind: "I promise to finish eating."

Ye Fan couldn't stop patting his head, forgetting that this little witch existed.

He turned his head and saw Nangong Youyou hugging the door frame, looking at Dim Sum with piercing eyes.

Ye Fan said angrily: "Do you want to put another two catties of rice?"

"well."

Nangong Youyou was overjoyed when he heard the words: "Put more, I can finish it."

"Okay, Ye Fan, stop teasing Youyou!"

Song Hongyan supported Ye Fan with her shoulder: "Go get me two spoonfuls of rice."

"Meter?"

Ye Fan glanced around the kitchen with a hint of hesitation.

Although he cooks with Song Hongyan every day, he does it for Song Hongyan, and it is a bit difficult for him to put the things.

Before Ye Fan could ask, Nangong Youyou shouted: "The cabinet on the east side, counting from top to bottom, is the fourth compartment."

Ye Fan was taken aback, glanced at Nangong Youyou, opened the east cabinet, and found rice.

"Ye Fan, take out the lean meat again."

Song Hongyan shouted while busy.

Nangong Youyou reminded Ye Fan again: "Refrigerator, keep fresh at zero degrees."

Ye Fan stepped forward to open the refrigerator, and sure enough, he saw the lean meat that Song Hongyan wanted.

Song Hongyan laughed again: "Take three more preserved eggs."

"preserved egg……"

Ye Fan opened his mouth to ask where to put the preserved egg, but saw Nangong rushing over with a whizzing sound.

She pushed Ye Fan away, quickly found the preserved egg from the upper shelf of the refrigerator, and handed it to Song Hongyan.

"Sister Yan, do you need anything else? I'll get it for you."

Nangong Youyou suggested: "By the way, you can add a little ribs to this porridge. Preserved egg and lean pork ribs porridge is also delicious?"

Song Hongyan smiled dotingly: "Okay, put some ribs."

Nangong Youyou took out another box of pork ribs as if by magic.

"You girl, you said you were going to be my bodyguard, why do I feel like you're here to eat me up?"

Ye Fan stretched out his hand to grab her ear: "You know this kitchen better than me, it shows that you have put a lot of thought into it."

"Master said, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle. I don't know Jin Zhilin, so how can I protect you?"

Nangong dodged Ye Fan's hand with a faint swish, jumped into Song Hongyan's arms and said with a giggle to Ye Fan:

"Also, I helped you kill a bad guy last night."

"He pointed a gun at your head outside Jinzhilin, and I wiped him out."

"That thunder strike consumed most of my appetite, no, energy."

"Kill a shooter, what's the matter with eating your rice?"

Nangong Youyou confidently asked for credit.

"Killed a bad guy?"

Ye Fan and Song Hongyan stopped moving almost at the same time.

The two looked at each other.

Afterwards, Song Hongyan asked, "Where is that scoundrel?"

"The Jinshan apartment that can be seen from the backyard."

Nangong Youyou pointed to the outside of the courtyard, her little face became more solemn:
"This villain is still very powerful. Not only is he hiding so that it is difficult to feel the breath, but he can also separate the soul from the body."

"Unless there is great resentment, when most people die, it is difficult for the soul to leave the body, and they will only die together with the stiffness of the body."

"But that scoundrel, once his body dies, his soul will be withdrawn immediately, and he can still condense into a shape and run away."

"If he succeeds in running away, and there are experts who will take care of his soul, he will have a chance to resurrect his soul in the future."

"Of course, the premise is to have the protection of an expert with excellent means, otherwise it will be difficult for this soul to retreat completely."

"If you can't realize the resurrection of the corpse, you will become a lonely ghost."

"Extremely miserable."

"It can be seen that this villain is not only not simple, but also has powerful experts or organizations behind him, otherwise the separation of soul and body would not make much sense."

"But it doesn't matter how strong the opponent is behind him, the villain is dead now, and his soul is gone."

"I also used potions to destroy his body, leaving no trace of a hair."

Nangong Youyou looked proud: "I'm so good, can I add chicken legs at noon?"

Although what Nangong Youyou said was very fantasy, Ye Fan and Song Hongyan, who had experienced Sissi's car accident, did not question it.

Ye Fan quickly adjusted his mentality and asked, "Where is the gun in his hand? Does he have a mobile phone?"

He wants to find clues about the murderer.

"The phone was smashed into powder by me with a hammer."

Nangong Youyou felt a little embarrassed, scratched her head and responded:

"I also smashed the gun into a lump of iron and sold it to a scrap yard for 40 yuan."

"For 40 yuan, I bought two Orleans burgers at KFC and ate them all."

She also defended: "I wanted to leave one for you, but my mouth just doesn't listen to me..."

Ye Fan tapped Nangong Youyou on the head lightly: "Prodigal girl."

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing left."

Nangong Youyou took out a sign of cross: "I thought this thing could sell some money, but no one wanted it."

cross?
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched, and he reached out to take it over.

The workmanship of the cross is almost the same as Tang Wangfan's, but it doesn't have that kind of energy surge.

The cross in his hand was cold, as if it had lost its vitality.

Ye Fan turned it over again, his eyes fixed on a word at the bottom.

se?
Ye Fan murmured: "Arthur? Could it be that Prince Vandance attacked me?"

Didn't he invite the Eight-faced Buddha Association?
Song Hongyan also came over: "Van Dance lost his composure so quickly? It shouldn't be..."

"This kind of sniping is really not like Van Dance's style. He is more like hiding a knife in his smile."

"However, pretending to be a ghost and playing tricks, and having a powerful organization fits well."

Ye Fan exhaled a long breath: "It's a pity that the corpse is destroyed and the mobile phone is gone. There is no evidence, otherwise I can let him drink a pot."

"Master Ye, is this sign of the cross useful to you?"

Seeing Ye Fan's expression, Nangong Youyou's eyes lit up.

Then she stretched out five little fingers: "Five buns!"

Ye Fan knocked Nangong Youyou on the head, then rushed out of the kitchen and asked Song's bodyguards to check...

(End of this chapter)