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Qingshan Lake, located in the north of Huahai City, is a good place for every inch of land, with beautiful lakeside, dense greenery and quiet environment. 【Love ↑Go to △Small ↓Speak △Net w qu】
On a pedestrian street in Hunan, there are some high-consumption stores, most of which are luxury brand stores and western restaurants.
The only antique building with Chinese style is the tea house named "Ziye".
Those who can come here to drink tea are either rich or expensive, so even in a tea house, there are many luxury cars parked at the door.
Not to mention Porsche, Land Rover, and even a few supercars such as McLaren and Lamborghini, enough to show that the guests here are extraordinary.
"Crunchy... Crunch..."
Ye Fan rode his bicycle and wandered to the door of the tea house.
As soon as I got off the car, I saw a handsome man wearing an ancient charm blue gown and handmade cloth shoes, about twenty-five-six and sixty-six, walking out quickly.
"Brother Fan, you are here, hand the car to me, the eldest lady is waiting inside", the young man smiled enthusiastically, and held the bicycle by Ye Fan.
"Xiao Zhao, I told you a few times, you don't have to come out to pick me up", Ye Fan wiped the sweat on his face.
"Brother Fan, you rarely come here. If you come every day, I won't come out to pick you up," Xiao Zhao looked forward to.
Ye Fan sighed and pulled his collar, "It's hot these days, and there is a lot of work to repair the air conditioner and refrigerator. Besides, it doesn't take much time to help students make up lessons."
"Yes, I also know that Brother Fan is busy," Xiao Zhao said, and put Ye Fan's dirty bicycle next to a Lamborghini sports car by the gate.
Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry, "Xiao Zhao, why are you leaving my broken car here? Doesn't this affect your business?"
"It's okay, I just happened to see Brother Fan that your car chain is short of oil. I'll wait for someone to help the car with some oil and take care of it." Xiao Zhao was very careful.
Ye Fan couldn't help him. He was about to step into the Ziye Tea House. He looked down at the dirty clothes and pants on his body. He didn't think it was suitable, so he turned his head and planned to walk around the back door of the tea house.
When Xiao Zhao saw it, he immediately went forward and pulled it forward and said, "Brother Fan, don't go through the back door, let the lady know, I can't afford it".
"Look at my outfit, it's dirty and smelly, it's not good for your guests to bump into it," Ye Fan explained.
Xiao Zhao's face turned straight, "Brother Fan, Missy is not that kind of person, so I don't mind, not to mention any customer can't compare with you."
Ye Fan had no choice but to go to the main entrance. Fortunately, he didn't encounter any guests along the way, and walked to the innermost box, a lake-view box.
When Xiao Zhao arrived at the door, he dared not go in again, and immediately retreated.
After Ye Fan opened a carved wooden door alone, he walked in.
As soon as he entered the door, there were three cold glows, shooting at Ye Fan's heart, abdomen and thighs, as fast as a rush!
"I go!"
Ye Fan exclaimed, but his feet were not slow, and a step on the right just made three cold rays pass in front of him.
"Tuk tuk!"
I saw three willow-leaf flying knives that were three inches long, thin as leaves and with purple tassels, stabbing them on the wooden door behind Ye Fan!
I thought it was over, but three purple cold lights followed, flying towards Ye Fan's heart obliquely!
Ye Fan stretched out his left hand speechlessly, volleyed, four fingers clamped three flying knives just right.
After a sigh of relief, Ye Fan turned to look at the inside of the box, behind a coffee table, the graceful and moving figure.
"Sister Ning, as for, I have to pierce my heart," Ye Fan smiled bitterly.
"Hmph, I just want to see if you really have no conscience and haven't come to see me for so long."
The humming woman was dressed in a classic white-bottomed red-flowered cheongsam, wrapped in a tall and exquisite figure, with high bifurcations on her thighs, making a pair of white dangling round and beautiful legs looming.
The shiny melon seed face, the skin is white and red, a pair of willow leaves under the eyebrows, exquisite Yao nose, sexy and plump lips, a head of blue silk high in the back of the head, elegant and graceful temperament, by no means ordinary women can nourish.
Ye Fan sighed, and pulled out the flying knives stuck in the door one by one, "How long does it take, I only came here last month..."
"Do you still have the face to say?" The woman glared at Ye Fan, with a variety of amorous feelings: "Quan Hua Hai City, if you want to see my famous child of Ning Zimo every day, you can make a circle around Qingshan Lake. Just you little villain. Once a month is too much."
Ye Fan smiled, "Sister Ning, distance produces beauty. If I see you every day, there will be no new feeling. Every time I see you every other time, I feel that the gods are descending from the earth, how wonderful."
Ning Zimo squinted her beautiful eyes and hummed softly, "Heaven's going down to earth? Are you Sister Ning, I am really so beautiful?"
"Of course! You know how truthful I am." Ye Fan was serious, but he suddenly remembered Su Qingxue who he saw in the afternoon.
When it comes to immortality, it seems that Su Qingxue is stronger, but Ning Zimo is better than beauty.
Ning Zimo pursed his mouth very popularly, like a rose blooming, bright and moving.
"Forget it, forgive you little bad guy." Ning Zimo walked to behind a small mahogany dining table and greeted: "Hungry, come and eat. Everything you like is prepared."
Ye Fan had already smelled the scent of the food. He was hungry. He walked to the table and sat down. Seeing the dishes on the table, he was a little helpless.
"This is what I like. I like it and can't afford it... Australian abalone, stewed chicken with antler, papaya snow clam, a5 and beef... After eating this meal, I have a nosebleed."
Ning Zimo personally served a bowl of Thai fragrant rice and handed it to Ye Fan. Qianran smiled: "This is my sister's kindness, don't waste it."
Ye Fan took the rice, but he couldn't control too much. He gulped and gobbled it up. He was really hungry after a busy day.
After two bowls of rice, the delicacies of mountains and seas on the table have also been wiped out by 70% or 80%.
"Sister Ning, why don't you eat?" Ye Fan found that Ning Zimo had been sitting opposite, holding her cheeks, smiling and looking at him.
Ning Zimo said: "I have eaten it early, besides, I recently lost weight and ate less."
"You are still losing weight, you are so slim," Ye Fan said while chewing.
"Weight loss is a lifelong career of women. You men don't understand." Ning Zimo remembered something and asked: "By the way, do you like women to be thinner or have more flesh?"
Ye Fan thought for a while and grinned: "I like to look thin and feel fleshy."
"Little bad guy, I really have the face to say, watch my sister stab you to death!" Ning Zimo suddenly took out a throwing knife and threw it towards Ye Fan across the one-meter-wide table!
Ye Fan swiped his head, just avoiding the flying knife, still eating in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Sister Ning, it's almost enough, don't practice like a wooden peg."
Ning Zimo was discouraged for a while, pouted, and asked: "Ye Fan, just tell the truth, how many years I have been training, can I shoot you?"
"This..." Ye Fan thought about it and said, "It's almost forty to fifty years..."
Ning Zimo rolled his eyes and said bitterly: "You can just say that I have no hope in my life!"
Ye Fan chuckled, cultivating this kind of thing, after all, look at talent first, and second look at diligence. The words "diligence can make up for the clumsiness" are to comfort those stupid people.
After drinking a large bowl of chicken soup, the food on the table was wiped out, and Ye Fan sighed with satisfaction.
He was about to take out a Double Happiness to smoke one, but saw that Ning Zimo had already delivered a Havana cigar to his mouth.
"Don't smoke that kind of cheap cigarettes, it's not good for your health," Ning Zimo scolded.
Ye Fan picked up the cigar and shook his head.
"Let you smoke less, you're only twenty-five, isn't it good to be able to live a few more years?" Ning Zimo complained.
Ye Fan didn't dare to talk back. After all, the woman was for his good, so she had to change the subject and asked: "Sister Ning, there are a lot of chewy things in the chicken soup I just drank, are they sea cucumbers?"
Ning Zimo's beautiful eyes flashed a strange narrowing, "You said that, it is the two yak whips that I let the chef chop up and put in... I will nourish your kidneys and strengthen the yang fire."
Ye Fan opened his mouth and almost dropped his cigar on the ground, "Two... Two... Yak... Cow..."
"Well, I can't eat it, it won't taste much if it is chopped, and it is easier to absorb the essence inside", Ning Zimo smiled happily when he saw Ye Fan's expression.
Ye Fan suddenly felt a fiery torrent in his lower abdomen, and his blood was soaring, and the top of his head was going to be hot.
"Sister Ning, why did you let me eat that? Do you want me to have a nosebleed?" Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry.
But seeing Ning Zimo walk in front of him, her body twisted, and her plump buttocks fell directly on Ye Fan's thighs.
A pair of slender Bairun arms hooked Ye Fan's neck, and the mass on his chest was soft and pressed against Ye Fan's chest.
"Little villain, my sister has hinted you so many times that you are not willing to touch my sister. Of course, I doubt that a certain function of you is not working well, so I have to help you make up for it." Ning Zimo almost had to bite a pair of red lips When he reached Ye Fan's ear, he exhaled. Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.