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

Chapter 337

Chapter 330

Too fast, really too fast.

After getting the news from Tang Qiqi, Ye Fan who hung up the phone had to sigh with emotion that the Tang Sect is efficient in doing things.

The thirteen teams were hit hard, and when they couldn't figure out the situation for a while, letting the most capable Tang Ruoxue take over was the best way to clean up the mess.

This also reflects the principle that the interests of the big family are paramount.

Compared with avenging Tang Xifeng and Tang Shijing, and holding Tang Sanguo's family accountable, the Tang Sect is more seeking to restore benefits and stabilize people's hearts.

And it kills two birds with one stone.

If the Tang family hadn't played a disgraceful role in the funeral parlor matter, then the Tang family could extract Tang Ruoxue's tens of billions of orders to make up for the loss.

If Tang Sanguo is responsible for the death of Tang Xifeng and others, then if Tang Ruoxue is in power, he can slowly settle accounts with Tang Sanguo's family in the future.

Ye Fan became interested in Tang Pingfan.

This guy's methods are really perfect, no wonder Tang Sanhui was suppressed into a useless person, and he couldn't recover his courage for decades.

But Ye Fan didn't feel relieved, after sending Tang Ruoxue a congratulatory message, he lost sleepiness and went to the front hall to receive patients.

"Dayong is really polite, he invited us to Nanling again and again."

"Unfortunately, we don't have time, otherwise we really want to visit him in Nanling."

"It's not good to always refuse like this. Buy some souvenirs and send them to him later."

As soon as Ye Fan arrived at the front hall, he saw his father and mother coming back from a walk, talking with a mobile phone in their hands, looking very happy.

He asked curiously: "Mom and Dad, what are you talking about? So happy?"

"Uncle Dayong, Li Dayong."

"Your father's comrade-in-arms back then, the dark-skinned uncle who often came to our house, remember?"

Shen Biqin laughed and said, "He made a fortune in Nanling, and he let our family visit there several times."

Ye Wujiu added: "He gave you a 1000 yuan red envelope when you went to college."

Being mentioned by his parents, Ye Fan slapped his head and remembered:
"Oh, oh, Uncle Yong, that's Li Dayong who eats five bowls of rice..."

Ye Fan thought of his 1.9-meter father's comrade-in-arms, Li Dayong, who was also from Zhonghai, but he didn't play well after retiring, and he often had one meal and another meal.

Seeing that his life was difficult, his parents helped him from time to time. When he went to Nanling to work hard, his father gave him 5000 yuan as travel expenses.

Ye Fan's deepest impression on him was that every time he came to Ye's house for dinner, his mother would add two spoonfuls of rice, because Li Dayong could eat more than half of the pot by himself.

"Tsk, you kid, why do you say that about others?"

Shen Biqin glared at Ye Fan: "Is the rice delicious? If not really hungry, who would eat five bowls?"

"Yeah, you can't say that about Uncle Dayong, he treats you very well."

"It rained heavily in middle school when you were in middle school, and your mother and I were not free. He rode over to pick you up. You didn't get wet, but he had a cold for a week."

Ye Wujiu also knocked on Ye Fan's head:
"And your mother is worried that you won't have a wife when you grow up, so he wants to betroth his daughter Momo to you."

Ye Fan smiled: "My parents taught me that."

Hearing the last two words, Ye Fan thought of that cold little girl, and a playful smile crossed his face.

"Your Uncle Dayong is now the owner of an equipment company in Nanling, specializing in providing equipment to the Nanling Martial League halls."

Ye Wujiu smiled: "He has made a lot of money these years, he is grateful for the help we have given him, so he keeps inviting us to be guests."

Ye Fan hurriedly said:
"Then you go and play, anyway, now is the time for you to enjoy the happiness."

"Jin Zhilin's work, I will ask a few people to do it."

Ye Wujiu and Shen Biqin not only sell herbal tea, but also help Jin Zhilin's group make lunch every day. They are not free but not very busy.

"We also sell herbal tea."

Shen Biqin shook her head slightly: "The herbal tea has just started to improve, and if it is closed again, customers will be disappointed."

"Of course, the most important point is that your Uncle Dayong also has a family. It's not good for us to run over and cause trouble for them."

"Let's wait for your Uncle Dayong to return to his hometown someday."

Shen Biqin is the same as Ye Wujiu, she never minds others to trouble her, but she doesn't like to cause trouble to others.

Ye Fan thinks about it too, Li Dayong is a straightforward person, but he still has a wife and daughter, so he has to consider the other party's feelings.

And he remembered that Li Dayong's wife Liu Yueling was also a proud person, and she never liked playing with her daughter Zhang Momo.

"It's not convenient for us to go there, but if you go to Nanling, you can visit him for us."

Ye Wujiu looked at Ye Fan and smiled, "In case he thinks our family is too heartless."

Shen Biqin also echoed her voice: "Yes, if you have time to go to Nanling, you must visit your Uncle Dayong."

Ye Fan smiled and nodded: "Understood."

"Ugh-"

Just as Ye Fan was about to ask Huang Sanchong to understand the situation in Nanling, a black Mercedes suddenly rushed to the door, and then lay across in front of the medical hall.

The car door opened, and Lin Baishun, who was dressed in Armani, got out, but his face didn't have the grimace of the past, only a dignified look.

"Brother Fan, an hour ago, President Song received a call after finishing handling Jiang Hualong's affairs."

"Then she asked me to take care of Wuhu Group's affairs temporarily, and she chartered a special plane to fly to Nanling."

"I asked her what happened, and she said her mother was sick, but it's nothing serious, so I don't have to tell you."

"She'll be back in three days at least, or a week at most."

"But I feel that Mr. Song has a lot of things on his mind. I was worried that she was hiding something, so I came here to tell you."

Lin Baishun lowered his voice: "She hasn't been in a good mood this week, and she isn't very happy when Jiang Hualong died."

"The beauty returned to Nanling?"

Ye Fan frowned slightly, this is a bit abnormal, if Song's mother is really sick, it stands to reason that Song Hongyan would bid farewell to him in person.

Instead of sneaking away like this.

"Okay, I'll call her right away."

Ye Fan nodded, and then dialed the number, but the other party had already turned off the phone...

He frowned slightly, and then called Song's mother again, but it turned out that she was not in the service range.

This shouldn't be, the two left their own private numbers, and they won't be turned off for 24 hours.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: Is there something wrong with the Song family?

Suddenly, Lin Baishun slapped his head and said:
"By the way, I still found this piece of paper in the trash can in Mr. Song's office."

He quickly took out a piece of A4 paper from his pocket, it was crumpled, but after opening it, Ye Fan couldn't stop jumping up immediately.

The white paper has traces left by a pen.

But because of too much force, the sharp pen tip pierced through the back of the paper, making deep cuts on the clean white paper.

The strokes of these openings are scribbled, but still recognizable:

dead!
shocking.

"boom--"

At this moment, there was a sudden thunder in the sky.

It is going to rain……

(End of this chapter)