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

Chapter 2132 How is this possible?

Chapter 150: How is this possible?

After accepting the Dong Qianli brothers and sisters, Ye Fan called Song Hongyan and the others over, and set up two tables to celebrate.

Ye Fan also made proper arrangements for the Dong Qianli brothers and sisters.

He asked Dong Qianli to recover from his injuries first, and when he recovered, he would be the driver of Hengcheng for the time being.

This can make Ye Fan more familiar with Hengcheng, and it can also deepen the relationship between the two.

If there are other developments in the future or what Dong Qianli wants, Ye Fan will make corresponding arrangements for him.

The salary is [-], plus a commission from Hengcheng Jin Zhilin in the future.

As for Dong Shuangshuang, of course Ye Fan would not let her continue to do odd jobs.

Ye Fan called Chairman Qi Da and arranged for Dong Shuangshuang to work as an artist in Qianying Company.

Dong Shuangshuang longed for attention, so Ye Fan gave her a chance to rise up, and it was up to her whether she could seize it.

Seeing how Ye Fan arranged himself and his sister so well, Dong Qianli felt more affection for Ye Fan.

He wished he could recover as soon as possible and give Ye Fan the charge.

Ye Fan returned to [-] after eating, and Song Hongyan handed Ye Fan a cup of hot milk to hangover.

At the same time, she smiled at Ye Fan: "Master Ye, congratulations, you have accepted another general."

She already had a comprehensive understanding of Dong Qianli and knew that he was an invincible master with hidden weapons.

With him protecting Ye Fan, Ye Fan will be safer in the future, and Song Hongyan will be happy in her heart.

"Dong Qianli is indeed a rare talent."

Ye Fan smiled wryly: "It's just that he followed me because he was afraid that it would be bloody, and he might never return to the ordinary days of selling lottery tickets."

"Ever since the Dong family stood in the camp of the purple-clothed youth ten years ago, Dong Qianli's mediocrity has gone forever."

Song Hongyan smiled and said, "Unless he can be a coward for the rest of his life, and hide himself so that no one can see his identity."

"Otherwise he and Dong Shuangshuang will be involved in the storm sooner or later."

"Following us, although the wind and waves we face will not be small, the risk that a big ship can bear is far better than that of a light boat."

She added: "I think Dong Qianli will not regret today's choice!"

"My lady is right!"

Ye Fan hugged Song Hongyan with a smile, and whispered to the woman: "Young lady, do you regret choosing me?"

Song Hongyan gently wiped the milk from the corner of Ye Fan's mouth:

"I only regret that I didn't know you sooner, otherwise I would have been a little girl earlier."

"Earlier, as long as it is earlier, I can be the only one in your heart..."

Her fingers were still drawing circles on Ye Fan's chest, with unspeakable regret in her eyes.

If she had known Ye Fan a year earlier, she would have filled Ye Fan's heart.

"You are my one and only now!"

Ye Fan laughed loudly, grabbed the woman's finger, lowered his head and kissed the woman's red lips...

Ye Fan had some tenderness with Song Hongyan and was about to take a nap when he was woken up by Ling Guojiang's phone call.

Ling Guojiang asked Ye Fan to go to Ling's house for afternoon tea.

Ye Fan wondered if Ling Guojiang had something important to do, so he rushed there without saying much.

Half an hour later, Ye Fan appeared in front of Ling Guojiang.

Ling Guojiang was sitting in the glass room, basking in the sun, with a table in front of him, with snacks and black tea on it.

After recuperating for so many days, Ling Guojiang's complexion became better, and he gave people a sense of energy.

Ye Fan was not too polite, and poured himself a cup of black tea to drink.

Afterwards, he casually asked, "Old man, what's the big deal about calling me here?"

"Luo Badao sent Luo Yanni over to personally send me an invitation."

Ling Guojiang handed Ye Fan a post in black and white:

"Luo Feiyu will be buried at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon. He invited the Ling family to the Luo family cemetery to watch the ceremony."

He asked back: "You said, should I go there?"

"funeral?"

Ye Fan took down the post by accident:

"I thought he was going to be frozen for ten and a half months, and he couldn't be buried if he didn't avenge his blood."

"Bury it in a hurry now, I'm afraid there is something in it."

The corpse is always the biggest killer as the accusation of the suffering master.

This is why Yang Feicui and Jia Qilin have not been buried so far.

"I heard that Jia Zihao was angry that Luo Feiyu killed his son, chopped Luo Feiyu into pieces and sent him back to Luo's family."

Ling Guojiang took a sip of black tea, and then said in a calm voice:

"Luo Badao couldn't bear to look directly at her, and was also worried that the female relatives would be stimulated, so he wanted to bury Luo Feiyu as soon as possible."

"There are good reasons, but I always feel that there is something in it."

"I have already received rumors that the Luo family is trying their best to sell their assets and run away."

Ling Guojiang smiled: "The 100 billion donated to the Swiss royal family to build a medical school is the road expenses."

"Bury, run away..."

Ye Fan was thoughtful: "Are you worried that something will happen to the funeral tomorrow?"

"Luo Ba beat you and other enemies and ran away?"

He could more or less spy on Ling Guojiang's mind.

"In addition to giving me the invitation card, Luo Badao also gave invitation cards to the other seven gambling kings."

Ling Guojiang smiled lightly: "That means he invited all first-class forces outside the Yang family."

"Although I think Luo Badao doesn't have the guts to do everything right, what if he stabs the guts?"

He sighed: "In the current chaotic situation, many things are unclear."

"Looking at it this way, it is indeed a bit risky."

Ye Fan shook the black tea lightly: "Then you don't participate, or send a representative there."

"If you don't go, it's a bit unreasonable. After all, he is also a dead son."

Ling Guojiang had a headache: "And if I don't go, he will treat me as an enemy..."

"Why do I feel that you want to participate?"

Ye Fan suddenly smelled something and looked at the old man: "Are you eager for something to happen?"

"My gut tells me there's going to be a lot of fun at this funeral."

Ling Guojiang laughed loudly: "I don't want to miss it, but I'm afraid of death..."

Ye Fan said bluntly, "Just be direct!"

"I want you to accompany me."

Ling Guojiang picked up the teapot and poured Ye Fan a full cup: "With you here, I have nothing to fear!"

Ye Fan tapped lightly with his finger and did not respond directly...

When Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang were discussing whether to attend the funeral, Tang Ruoxue was also standing at a shooting range and scanning thirty masked men.

These were thirty snipers dispatched by Jia Zihao and his second wife.

The leader was a man with triangular eyes, neither tall nor strong, silent as a log.

But it gives people an indescribable dangerous atmosphere.

Tang Ruoxue would not be easily fooled by Jia Zihao and the others. When all [-] snipers arrived, they would come to the shooting range to shoot.

She wants to see if these gunmen are genuine, or just a dog or a cat.

"I don't see your true colors, and I don't care about your details."

Tang Ruoxue's eyes were sharp: "Because we are all gathered together with the same target and the same enemy."

"If you want to complete the task, you can only focus on one place, and it has nothing to do with your identity."

"So I will not have the slightest curiosity about you, nor will I have the slightest doubt about your motives."

"It's just that the details of your identity have nothing to do with the mission, but your ability affects whether the attack is successful."

"So please show the most powerful and powerful marksmanship."

"Let me take a look at your abilities and see if you are qualified to perform tasks with me."

Tang Ruoxue pointed forward: "Mobile target, ten bullets per person, if you miss more than two times, go back."

Three hundred flying saucers, ten for each person, must hit more than eight, otherwise they will not be eligible for remaining actions.

Thirty snipers responded in a low voice: "Understood!"

"Turn around!"

Tang Ruoxue gestured again: "I'll give you 5 minutes to prepare."

"Check the firearms, check the ammunition, calculate the distance and wind direction."

She reminded the thirty snipers: "I hope you won't let me down."

The thirty snipers didn't move at all, they just stood quietly with the triangular-eyed man.

No one checked the guns, checked the ammunition, calculated the distance or the direction of the wind.

They seem to know nothing, but also seem to be full of confidence.

Tang Ruoxue frowned slightly when she heard the words, thinking about Jia Zihao's troubles and finding a group of rookies for herself.

But she didn't say much, just retreated slowly under the sun umbrella on the high platform.

She sat on a chair and asked Aunt Qing to take a full video.

Tang Ruoxue was going to hand over the achievements of these people to Jia Zihao and the others.

Either change to a group of real snipers, or cooperate to cancel and find Luo Badao for revenge.

When the 5 minutes were up, Tang Ruoxue gave an order: "Shoot!"

"Whoosh whoosh—"

As the voice fell, three hundred flying saucers popped up a hundred meters ahead.

Extremely fast, like a bird.

"Bang bang bang-"

It's just that before Tang Ruoxue leaned back in the seat, they turned around at the same time.

The muzzle of the gun pointed at the air, and then the trigger was pulled.

Amidst a series of gunshots, countless debris flew in front of him.

Then he rolled again, and the muzzle shot high or low.

"boom--"

Thirty guns fired simultaneously again.

Three hundred bullets were fired non-stop, pouring into the sky like rain.

Three hundred flying saucers were ejected and smashed together...

How can this be?

Tang Ruoxue stood up in surprise.

She smelled a great danger...

(End of this chapter)