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

Chapter 323 Touching Porcelain?

Chapter 320 Four Touching Porcelain?

As dusk approached, Ye Fan took Huang Tianjiao to the Fengbo Pavilion.

Huang Feihu wanted to come over, but Ye Fan refused without hesitation. It was a small scene, and he didn't want Huang Feihu to worry about it.

Of course, Ye Fan didn't want him to get involved, so he only led Huang Tianjiao forward.

"After you called Nangong Hao today, he immediately entered the hospital for treatment, and even called Nangong Xiong."

"Nan Gongxiong is the only seedling. When he heard that one arm and two ribs were broken by you, he immediately flew over from Longdu with people."

"His wife Han Xiuli, several generals and the personal guards are all here. It looks like they want to beat you to death."

"It's just that when he heard that Jiu Qiansui happened to be in Zhong Hai, and that you had a chance to become the president of Nanling, he changed his mind to seek justice from Jiu Qiansui."

"Looking at him, he wants to kill you with the knife of Nine Thousand Years."

On the way, Huang Tianjiao briefly stated what Huang Feihu told him:
"But Master Tiger also told you not to worry."

"Nan Gonghao's life is not in danger, and he made mistakes first. The most important thing is that Nine Thousand Years wants to use you, so Nine Thousand Years will not do anything to you."

"Apologize at most, pay some money, and you can make big things into small things, and small things into nothing."

She let out a long breath, and prayed that the ending would be as she expected, otherwise Ye Fan would be in trouble in the future, and offending the veterans of the Wumeng is not a trivial matter.

Almost all of the nine elders have been promoted from the positions of presidents from various places, and they are well-equipped with military force, connections and wealth.

"Excuse me? Pay me some money?"

Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Do you think Su Xi'er's matter can be forgotten like this?"

"what--"

Huang Tianjiao's body trembled and her brain short-circuited. She originally wanted Ye Fan to apologize and compensate her, but now, according to Ye Fan's tone, she wanted the other party to explain to him.

And things aren't that easy to fix.

She hurriedly whispered: "Brother Fan, Nan Gongxiong is the elder after all, and Nine Thousand Years Old will more or less take care of his emotions."

Ye Fan ignored her words, and instead asked, "What kind of person is Nine Thousand Years?"

"Three words to describe."

Huang Tianjiao squeezed out a sentence: "Cruel, poisonous, absolutely!"

"He is unreasonable, disregarding the overall situation, moody, and murderous without batting an eye."

"But also because of this, he suppressed the Wumeng Veterans Association by himself."

"You have to know that Nan Gongxiong and other veterans are all promoted by the local presidents. People with real power rarely convince others."

With money, skills, status, and the foundation of a family of children, it is inevitable that the eyes are higher than the top.

Ye Fan nodded slightly: "Understood."

Half an hour later, under the guidance of Huang Tianjiao, Ye Fan came to a mountain villa in the suburbs.

The villa is built next to the mountain, and the river passes through the side of the mountain. The environment is quiet and deep.

There is a mountain gate in the villa, and there are six courtyards with five entrances. The courtyard is deep, with blue bricks and black tiles, which makes people feel awe.

The word "Fengyun" was written on the gate, and Huang Tianjiao told him that this was Nine Thousand Years Old's palace in Zhonghai.

The Fengbo Pavilion is located in the back garden of the villa, standing on a cliff, where the wind is raging and the water is rushing.

Ye Fan nodded slightly, and took a quick glance, and found that there were a lot of luxury cars in the parking lot, at least thirty of them, which showed that there were a lot of people.

There is no doubt that Nan Gongxiong will be nine thousand years old to give justice to his son.

"Ugh-"

Just as Ye Fan led Huang Tianjiao towards the mountain gate, there was a sharp sound, and a dozen men and women suddenly appeared at the gate.

They blocked Ye Fan with hostility on their faces.

There is also a wheelchair surrounded in the middle, and it is Nan Gonghao who is sitting in the wheelchair.

With his head bandaged and his ribs beaten, he looked a little funny, but the hatred in his eyes was extremely clear.

"Evan!"

Nangong Hao gritted his teeth: "You will die today."

A dozen or so companions also pressed forward, and surrounded Ye Fan aggressively, as if to attack at any time.

Huang Tianjiao hurriedly said: "Nangonghao, don't mess around, this is Fengyun Villa, Brother Fan was called by Nine Thousand Years Old."

Hearing the word nine thousand years old, the eyelids of a dozen of Nangong Hao's companions twitched, and they dispersed in a rebellious manner.

Nangong Hao also narrowed his eyes.

Ye Fan shouted impatiently: "Get out of the way, good dogs don't get in the way!"

"you--"

Nangong Hao was so angry with Ye Fan that he wanted to order a group fight but knew he couldn't be presumptuous, otherwise he might make Jiu Qiansui feel disgusted.

"Give Way!"

Ye Fan walked out of the besieging circle expressionlessly, and gently pushed Nangong Hao away with his shoulder.

"oops--"

At this touch, Nangong Hao rolled his eyes, and he retreated more than ten meters, and then touched the marble lion at the door.

Blood flowed from the head instantly.

He fell down clutching his head, howling at the villa:

"Beat someone, beat someone, Ye Fan beat someone."

"Lawless, beating people in Fengyun Villa..."

"Help, help—"

Nangong Hao seemed to be pulling an egg, shouting like a butcher: "Come and save me."

He also slapped himself with a backhand, which was so hard and heavy that his right cheek was red and swollen.

The five fingerprints are extremely clear.

Huang Tianjiao was dumbfounded on the spot. She had never seen such a shameless Pengci before.

Nine thousand years old hates surveillance, so there is no camera at the mountain gate, and there are people from Nangonghao around, so it is difficult to explain clearly when it is framed.

This is to punish Ye Fan to death.

At this time, dozens of people poured out of the villa, including men and women, with accents from all over the world. When they saw a conflict here, they surrounded them.

Seeing someone appearing, Nangong Hao became even more hysterical:

"Beat someone, Ye Fan beat someone, oh, it hurts me to death."

"Too lawless, too lawless..."

He also smeared blood all over his body to make himself look even more pitiful.

Huang Tianjiao couldn't help roaring angrily: "Nangonghao, you are too despicable."

"interesting."

Seeing the blood on Nangong Hao's head and the slap marks on his face, the corner of Ye Fan's mouth curled up coldly, even with disdain and contempt.

"Who is this person? How dare he act wild here?"

"That's right, this is Fengyun Villa, the nine-thousand-year-old Zhonghai Palace, causing trouble here, are you courting death?"

"This person seems to be Ye Fan, the one who killed Shen Qianshan..."

"Ah, I remembered it too. He seems to be related to Shen Qianshan's death."

"Tsk tsk, this kid is really daring. He moved Shen Qianshan and the son of Elder Nangong."

"I heard that he is very popular in Zhonghai, and he is also a guest of the six tycoons."

"It doesn't matter what his background is, if he beats people like this in public, even if he doesn't give Jiu Qiantui face, Liu Heng dare not speak out if Jiu Qiantui kills him..."

Dozens of people quickly surrounded the door, most of them were dressed up, and they were obviously related to the Wumeng.

They leaned over one after another, accusing Ye Fan, thinking that he was too deceitful,

No matter how grievances there are, it is not right to hit people at this time and this place, not to mention that Ye Fan is still waiting for a crime.

Nangong Hao's plot succeeded.

Huang Tianjiao was about to die in a hurry: "That's not the case, he touched the porcelain himself..."

"Get out, get out!"

At this time, many Nangong members also rushed over, and one of the beautiful women in black walked in front, with an indescribable anxiety on her pretty face.

Nangong Hao's mother, Chen Xiuli.

But Nan Gongxiong didn't show up.

Chen Xiuli soon appeared at the center of the incident. Seeing Nangong Hao with a bloody head and Ye Fan with his hands behind his back, her face darkened.

"Haohao, what's going on?"

"Why is your head bleeding? There are slap marks on your face?"

She was furious:
"Whoever touches my son, stand up for me."

(End of this chapter)