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

Chapter 339 You are going to die
Chapter 340 You are going to die
The next morning, Ye Fan waited for a text message from Song Hongyan, and there was a line on it:

Well, don't read.

Although he received the text message saying he was safe, Ye Fan was not at ease in his heart.

Especially when he called back, Song Hongyan's phone was turned off again, so Ye Fan decided to go to Nanling to find out.

After Ye Fan explained to Sun Bufan and the others, he took Dugushang to Nanling by high-speed train.

And Huang Sanzhong and Huang Tianjiao arrived at Nanling with their people a few days earlier.

This time not only to clean up the Nanling Martial League mess, but also to settle the Song family's affairs.

On the way, Du Qingdi's news came one after another:
At nine o'clock, Tang Ruoxue set off from Taohua No. [-] in all her clothes.

At 09:30, Tang Ruoxue appeared at Zhonghai Civil Affairs Bureau, accompanied by Tang Qiqi and Han Jianfeng and his wife.

At 35:[-], several photographers appeared, ready to witness the remarriage moment.

At 45:99, the florist arrived and delivered a cartload of lilies, estimated at [-].

At 55:[-], Tang Ruoxue walked into the lobby of the Civil Affairs Bureau...

Seeing Du Qingdi's on-site reports one after another, as well as the photos of Tang Ruoxue's prosperous face, Ye Fan was indescribably depressed.

He didn't let Du Qingdi continue the live broadcast. Ye Fan could already imagine how sad Tang Ruoxue would be if he didn't wait for him after ten o'clock.

"Ruoxue, I'm sorry..."

There was endless guilt on Ye Fan's face, as if a thorn had been stabbed in his heart.

"Ding--"

Just when Ye Fan revealed his self-blame, the phone vibrated slightly, and his hands couldn't stop shaking, he was afraid that it was Tang Ruoxue calling.

But he was inexplicably expecting her to scold him, so he finally took out his phone.

It's just that the above number is not Tang Ruoxue, but a strange call from Nanling. Ye Fan put on a bluetooth headset to answer it.
"Ye Fan?"

"I'm your Uncle Yong, Li Dayong, why didn't you say anything when you came to Nanling?"

A distant but familiar voice sounded in my ear, very resonant: "It wasn't your parents who told me, I didn't even know you went to Nanling."

Ye Fan was taken aback, then smiled and replied: "Uncle Yong, hello, hello."

"Stinky boy, no matter what you do here, Uncle Yong, you must come over to have dinner with me at noon today."

Li Dayong said without doubt: "I haven't seen you these years, Uncle Yong almost doesn't know what you look like."

"Your mother was ill at the beginning of the year, and you didn't say anything. If I hadn't heard from the third mother-in-law, I wouldn't have known that you were going through such a difficult time."

"Your parents are always so strong. If you don't want to come to Nanling to enjoy the blessings with me, forget it, and transfer back every time I transfer money."

"Except for the 1000 yuan red envelope you received when you were in college, you didn't charge a penny more."

There was a hint of reproach in his tone: "You are taking Uncle Yong as an outsider."

"Uncle Yong, I'm sorry, it's our fault."

Ye Fan originally wanted to refuse lunch, but after hearing what Li Dayong said, he could only take over the topic:
"Okay, don't say much, I'll go there at noon."

"I fined myself three cups."

He still has a good impression of Li Dayong: "I estimate that I will arrive at the Zhonghai High-speed Railway Station at eleven o'clock. You leave an address, and I will take a taxi there..."

"What kind of car are you taking?"

Li Dayong interrupted Ye Fan directly: "Is it 11:30? I'll ask my little Huang to pick you up."

"At that time, your aunt and Mo Mo will also come over."

"We haven't seen each other for so many years, we must have a good drink at noon today, and tell me about your parents by the way."

"That's it, I'll discuss some business with the backbone of the Wumeng first."

He added: "See you later, don't let me go."

Ye Fan could only reply with a smile: "Okay, Uncle Yong, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan found that he was in a better mood after being disturbed by Li Dayong, so he got up and walked to the restaurant to buy a bottle of water.

Ye Fan asked and walked towards the fifth carriage.

He quickly came to the door of the restaurant, stretched out his hands and pushed the glass door.

"stop!"

A loud shout came.

Ye Fan was stunned.

Afterwards, he saw a girl with braids in front of him, with a delicate face and a haughty expression.

Ye Fan frowned: "What's the matter?"

"Someone is eating in the restaurant, no one is allowed to go in and disturb."

The braided girl looked very impatient: "Come back in an hour."

This girl dressed up as a child of a rich family, but her tone of voice was full of arrogance and condescension.

Ye Fan's eyes turned cold: "The high-speed rail restaurant is a public place, why do you stop me at the door?"

"If you tell you to go away, just go away, don't you understand people's language?"

The braided girl was very angry, and she slapped Ye Fan.

Seeing that the other party was so savage, Ye Fan's eyes turned cold and he was about to blow her away.

"Jing'er, don't be presumptuous!"

At this moment, a vicissitudes but majestic voice came from the restaurant:
"Occupying the restaurant is ultimately our fault, and it would be too much to beat someone up."

Jing'er instantly dissipated her arrogance and became extremely respectful: "Yes, Mr. Zhu."

She reluctantly stepped out of the way.

Ye Fan withdrew his hand and walked in.

He found that there were six waiters and two chefs standing in the restaurant, but they only served one table.

There are five middle-aged men and women on both sides of the table, each of them is very imposing, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and they look like rich or expensive people.

But they all stood.

There was only one middle-aged man sitting at the whole table, and in front of him were more than a dozen delicate foods and a small bottle of wine.

Ye Fan's eyes jumped over the crowd and landed on the face of the middle-aged man, who was probably Mr. Zhu.

The other party looked over with a faint smile.

The eyes have been through the vicissitudes of life, but there are no waves.

Without anyone's introduction, Ye Fan knows that this is a big man, and that look is not something ordinary people can have.

The middle-aged man smiled gently: "Young man, I'm sorry, Jing'er blocked your way, you are a lot of adults, please forgive me."

Ye Fan nodded calmly, which was a response to the old man.

Jing'er's eyes were cold, and she didn't like Ye Fan's attitude very much.

Ordinary clothes, no bright spots, but like people who value equality, in her opinion, they will never stand out in their lifetime.

If Mr. Zhu hadn't stopped him just now, she would have sent Ye Fan flying with a slap.

Mr. Zhu didn't take it seriously, and tilted his head slightly to Jing'er and the others:
"I won't eat, go back to the business class, don't block other passengers from eating."

Jing'er said in a low voice: "Yes, Mr. Zhu."

Mr. Zhu looked at Ye Fan again and said with a smile:

"Young man, I have offended you. This meal, I beg you, is a little apology."

Ye Fan didn't respond, but narrowed his eyes and looked at Mr. Zhu's face.

Compared with the vitality of his eyes, Mr. Zhu's face is much shriveled, and his skin is even darker, as ugly as ink.

Jing'er couldn't hold back her coquettish drink: "Mr. Zhu is talking to you, are you deaf?"

Ye Fan stared at Mr. Zhu and said:
"Are you going to die?"

The audience fell silent for an instant.

Mr. Zhu's pupils instantly condensed into awns.

(End of this chapter)