After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 1332 Song Fan is here
The corners of Yan Xi's lips raised into a smile.

It can be regarded as marrying off this brat.

Others get their parents' consent to get married, but when it comes to Yan Yuan, they have to get their children's consent.

Yan Yuan and Yao Ke told Song Xin about their plans to get married.

Song Xin listened quietly and only asked, "Is there anything you need me to do?"

The two of them were startled when they heard this, but when they saw that she had no objection at all, they both laughed.

It's just that Yan Yuan's smile faded quickly. There was really something Song Xin needed to do.

"Tell your brother and ask him to contact me."

Yan Yuan was just showing off as a father now. That brat never knew how to take the initiative to call him.

"Brother is on his way here." Song Xin said.

Ok?
Yan Yuan was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, "He's going to fly over to attend our wedding?"

"No. He didn't know that you were getting married when he set out."

Song Xin speaks Chinese like Yan Yuan, speaking slowly and trying to make every word clear.

Yan Yuan frowned, "Then what is he doing here?"

"Come and see Yuan Bao."

When Song Xin mentioned Yuan Bao, a smile appeared on her lips unconsciously, "I'm just in time to attend your wedding."

Yan Yuan: "..."

As a father, if he wants to see his son, he still needs to take advantage of Yuan Bao?
Yuanbao was rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for clothes to wear, tilting his head to listen to Nezha's call.

Nezha called to warn him, "Song Fan is coming to Mesuli soon, be careful."

"Oh, my uncle is coming. What a great thing. I will entertain him well."

Yuan Bao chose a white shirt and compared it in the full-length mirror. It seemed a bit too monotonous.

Nezha's voice sounded a little deep in the receiver, "Don't take it seriously, Song Fan is a dangerous person."

"I know that someone you can't beat is certainly dangerous."

"fart!"

Nezha, an elegant man, was so angry at Fu Yuanbao, "Who said I can't beat him?"

Yuan Bao said "Huh".

"I remember one year you came back from Birmingham with a bruised nose and a swollen face. I asked you who did it, and you said you had a fight with Song Fan. That was the first time in my life that I saw you lose money. Being beaten like that, is it possible for you? Did you still win?”

"..."

Nezha snorted coldly, "That's because you didn't see that Song Fan's face is more beautiful than mine."

"Oh--"

Yuan Bao said in a long tone, "Then I understand, both sides will suffer. You two are so angry that you will start fighting whenever we meet. Don't worry, I won't fight with my uncle. I won't even fight you." If you can’t beat them, you definitely can’t beat him.”

Nezha was speechless for a moment and sighed softly, "It is a good thing to have self-knowledge."

Yuan Bao picked out his uncle's clothes and put them on the bed. He held the phone and said to Nezha: "By the way, you should stop coming to Meisuli recently. If you don't deal with Song Fan, he won't have a good impression of you." Okay, don’t ruin his impression of me when the time comes.”

"...Fu Yuanbao, you are really of the opposite sex and inhumane."

Nezha gritted his teeth, "In order to please your uncle, I don't even want any brothers."

"Look at what you said...if brotherhood lasts forever, how can it last day and night?"

Yuan Bao laughed, "Besides, haven't you always called yourself my uncle? Now don't pretend to be a brother. How about I temporarily recognize you as my uncle and let you take advantage of me for a while?"

Nezha: "...That's really wronging my nephew."

"Don't be wronged, don't be wronged." Yuan Bao is very generous. The most practical truth he learned from his father is: a man is a great man, able to bend and stretch.

As long as you can marry the person you love, other grievances don't matter.

Song Fan parachuted directly to Messuri at night.

The shadows it brought surrounded the entire mountain, but they were silent and blended into the night.

His current identity is different from before, and the news of this trip has been completely blocked, keeping King T a secret.

When they reached the mountainside, Song Fan waved his hand, and his men immediately stayed where they were and retreated to both sides at the same time.

Also blended into the night.

A bright lamp was lit in the bamboo house, and Yan Yuan was sitting cross-legged on the bamboo couch, brewing a pot of health-preserving medicinal tea.

The moment the figure appeared outside, Yan Yuan spoke, "The door is not closed."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a tall, light gray figure appeared at the door.

Song Fan was wearing a light gray windbreaker and leather gloves. As he stepped through the door, a strong breeze came in.

He has a thin face and three-dimensional facial features. I wonder if one really looks like the other. His eyebrows and facial features are very similar to Yan Yuan. Uninformed outsiders would really regard them as father and son. There is nothing in their appearance. A sense of dissonance.

It's just that the temperament is really different.

Even if Yan Yuan is silent, he feels gentle and harmless. It is not without reason that he is called "a Confucian general"; Song Fan is cold and sharp, like an unsealed sharp blade. It can even make people smell blood.

"The leather jacket is mine, right?"

Yan Yuan sat on the bamboo couch, raised his eyes, and said this as soon as he spoke.

Song Fan was not embarrassed at all. He walked towards him, nodded slightly and saluted, then raised his head and drank a cup of tea. He said coldly: "Except for the leather jacket and gloves, my entire body is made from your clothes from head to toe. Got it from the closet."

Yan Yuan looked at him, "You didn't touch my shoes."

"It's two sizes too small. It's too tight." Song Fan said.

"..."

Yan Yuan was stunned for a second, then raised his hand to chop off his head, but Song Fan didn't hide.

"Stinky boy."

He raised his hand heavily, and when he lowered it, he lost some of his strength.

"Go buy a pair of clothes to wear. I won't leave you in poverty."

Yan Yuan warned like an old father. He used to buy clothes for the two brothers Song Fan and Song Xin. As Song Xin grew up, she bought clothes for them. She thought the clothes he bought were ugly.

Song Fan drank another cup of tea, picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Yan Yuan, and said only one word, "Busy."

One word, but Yan Yuan became silent.

In his position to seek his government.

How could he not know what kind of burden he had entrusted to Song Fan? He complained that Song Fan didn't contact him, and he kept saying it, but in fact, it was a good thing that he didn't contact him when he was busy. Their father and son always kept in touch. , it’s a big deal.

"King T is old."

Song Fan put down the teapot, raised his head and looked at Yan Yuan, "In less than two years, the new king will take the throne."

Yan Yuan's hand holding the tea cup paused slightly, his light gray eyes flashing with light.

"When the time comes, country T will be in a different situation. You should get married and have children. To the new king, you are like a tiger and leopard that has lost its fangs. He will not embarrass you." Song Fan said: "Besides, you have me, so you're not afraid."

Yan Yuan raised his lower lip lightly, "Then what if the new king refuses to let me go?"

Song Fan had no expression on his face and said calmly: "Then let's change to another king."

(End of this chapter)