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As she walked, Su Qingxue was also a little hungry. Seeing a vendor selling fried rice cakes, the woman couldn't move her steps. 【Literature Building】
"Why, do you want to eat?" Ye Fan asked.
Su Qingxue nodded: "When I first went to elementary school, I sold this at the entrance of the school for fifty cents. At that time, my mother was still there. I often asked my mother to buy it for me. Now it costs three dollars a bunch... "
Without saying anything, Ye Fan went up to buy two bunches from the vendor, and then handed one bunch to Su Qingxue.
"Yes, my husband will buy it for you in the future," Ye Fan said with a smile.
Su Qingxue slowly stretched out her hand to take it, looked at this cheap and crude string of rice cakes, and looked at the man with a shameless smile, feeling inexplicably warm in her heart.
But naturally she would not write all of this on her face, pouting, and saying: "What's so proud of, shameless".
Ye Fan chuckled, and the two of them started to walk back as they ate.
Seeing the lovers coming and going, they are mostly arm in arm, holding hands, Ye Fan tentatively asked: "Wife, are you cold in your hands?"
Su Qingxue simply shook her head, "It's not cold, it's more than ten degrees today."
Ye Fan gulped, "Oh, what a pity..."
"What a pity?" Su Qingxue wondered, "Do you like cold?"
"Haha..." Ye Fan grinned stiffly. He himself was idiotic enough to fall in love. He didn't expect that the reflex arc of women would be slower.
Just as the two were walking out of the night market and were about to go home, suddenly a group of young men on motorcycles sprang out from an intersection.
"Huh!" The locomotive sounded violently.
A group of dyed hair, ear studs, and black leather clothes, who looked like people from the speeding party, began to circle Ye Fan and Su Qingxue.
"My buddy, your girl looks good, how about a supper with us?"
"Hey, it seems to be from outside, I have never seen such a watery local here."
A group of motorcyclists rushed out all kinds of dirty words, and Su Qingxue's face was chilly.
Ye Fan scratched his hair. It was good tonight. The relationship between the two has improved. What a beautiful night, a group of stinky cockroaches had to run out.
"My wife, just stand here and don't move, I will solve it."
Ye Fan handed the clothes and shopping bags back to Su Qingxue, and then walked towards a leading man with long hair.
"Oh, this buddy seems to have an opinion on us, why, do you feel sorry for your wife?" The braided man smiled evilly.
Ye Fan said, "Hurry up if you want to go before you do it."
"Haha, boss, this kid has never heard of our Ancheng Flying Tiger name, and even frightens us," another racing clan sneered.
"Boy, do you want a hero to save the United States? I advise you to call the police, but when the police arrive, your little daughter-in-law has been taken away by us, haha!" The braided male wave laughed.
Seeing that these people didn't listen to advice and were too lazy to talk nonsense, Ye Fan speeded up his pace and stepped forward.
"Boss, crush him!!"
The braided man grinned, and the motorcycle roared like a beast, and sprinted towards Ye Fan!
When most people see the motorcycle hitting themselves, they must have fled in panic, but Ye Fan didn't stop at all, and continued to move forward, as if he was going to have a head-on collision with the motorcycle!
"Grass! This kid is not afraid of death!!"
The braided man also noticed that Ye Fan was really going to get on with his motorcycle as soon as he saw it!
They are the Speed Party, but they are not a killer organization. This is going to kill people, but the nature is completely different.
So the braided man turned his head quickly to get the car around Ye Fan.
But Ye Fan didn't give him a chance at all, he just kicked the head of the motorcycle when he went up!
"Crack!!!"
The motorcycle turned sideways to the ground, and the man with braids also fell directly to the ground, one leg being suppressed!
"Ah! My leg!" the braided man screamed, and he was so painful that he didn't figure out what was going on.
"Grass you! Brothers! Hit this kid to death!"
When the other speeding parties saw it, they all shouted angrily, about to hit Ye Fan.
Ye Fan stood in place, letting this group of people sprint on motorcycles, as long as they came to him, they would kick out.
The sprinting power of these motorcycles became invisible under his feet, and had no effect at all. Instead, they rolled over in embarrassment.
A group of speeding parties find it inexplicable. Could it be that their motorcycles really have no power? Or is their opening method wrong? How can a person's legs and feet have such great power
After solving such a small trouble, Ye Fan walked back to Su Qingxue, took his coat and shopping bag, and said, "Okay, let's go back."
Su Qingxue didn't say a word from start to finish. She was used to Ye Fan solving such problems, and she didn't worry much. After all, these people were too weak compared to the opponents they had encountered before.
But there was some unspeakable discomfort in her heart.
Why do I have to rely on the protection of men every time, why I am so useless.
When a problem that cannot be solved by money or commercial means arises, he can only hide behind the man stupidly, like a waste.
This feeling made Su Qingxue very uncomfortable, which made her walk home all the way without saying a word.
Ye Fan couldn't help but feel a little worried. When he arrived at the door of his house, he asked: "My wife, something is on your mind? Is it affected by those speeding parties?"
Su Qingxue shook her head, "It's okay, rest."
Seeing that the woman said that, Ye Fan was inconvenient to ask more.
The next morning, Ye Fan practiced his work outside. After returning home to eat breakfast, he heard a few cars stop outside.
"I'm going to open the door," Aunt Jiang ran to the door. After opening the door, she saw a group of strangers, a little confused.
A young man in a suit and leather shoes smiled and said, "Hello, we are here to visit Mr. Ye".
Ye Fan frowned when he heard the voice, "What are you doing here?"
The person who came was surprisingly Sun Yu. Behind him there was a rugged, bearded, very majestic middle-aged man, and then there were a dozen bodyguards, each looking burly and fierce.
"Haha, thanks to Mr. Ye's rescue yesterday. Today, my father and I made a special visit and brought a small gift. It was not a respect," Sun Yu said, and reached out to introduce the middle-aged man next to him.
The middle-aged man said sternly: "Brother Ye, I am Sun Zhuo. You saved my son and my nephew yesterday. I am very grateful."
Ye Fan was not surprised that Sun Yu was able to find his place to live, but he brought so many people to the door, even the head of the Sun family came, and it was a bit of a headache.
"Patriarch Sun, Master Sun, please come in." Before Ye Fan said anything, Su Qingxue got up and invited the guests in.
Ye Fan was stunned and didn't understand what Su Qingxue meant. It stands to reason that Su Qingxue should avoid contact with underground families as much as possible.
What's more, the Sun family's father and son came to the door at this moment. Most of them had a special reason. After all, Sun Yu was assassinated last night.
"Aunt Jiang, let's go make tea, please sit down, you are welcome." Su Qingxue pointed to the sofa in the living room and walked over to herself. For mobile users, please browse m reading for a better reading experience.