In the next half day, Ye Fan and Song Hongyan spent time spending time together.
They rode motorcycles, ate rice rolls and rice noodles, went for a ride, swam and took a walk.
The two of them played like a couple in love for most of the day, relaxing the tense and depressed mood these days.
In the end, Song Hongyan took Ye Fan to the Hengcheng Buddhist Temple to offer incense.
Although it was already noon when the two arrived, the pilgrims were still crowded and crowded.
This forced Ye Fan to cheer up and protect Song Hongyan.
He doesn't want the woman he loves to be taken advantage of by another man.
The two of them burned incense in front of the Buddha, made wishes, and donated money for the incense.
Ye Fan asked Song Hongyan more than once what she wished for.
Song Hongyan smiled sweetly but refused to respond.
Then Ye Fan took Song Hongyan to eat vegetarian food.
The vegetarian restaurant in Dafo Temple is very expensive and delicious, so when Ye Fan and Song Hongyan showed up, there were dozens of people lining up at the door.
"Hello, give way, give way."
Ye Fan wasted no time, took out a wad of banknotes, passed them all the way, and then stood at the front.
The diners in line were about to get angry, but seeing that Ye Fan was so close to the crowd, he kindly changed their seats.
Then one by one they put away the hundred yuan bills in their hands.
"You are so tacky, I think Buddha will knock you on the head."
Song Hongyan smiled coquettishly when she saw this, and she lay half of her body on Ye Fan's back: "It has simply tarnished the sanctity of the Buddhist holy land."
"Although I am sorry for the Buddha when I use money to do things, I am worthy of my wife."
Ye Fan hugged the woman and smiled: "My wife's belly is more important than Buddha's blame."
He also subconsciously touched Song Hongyan's abdomen.
"It's annoying, there are a lot of people watching."
Song Hongyan knocked off Ye Fan's hand, then narrowed her eyes: "Tang Ruoxue?"
Ye Fan was stunned: "No way?
Can you meet her in this place?"
With Song Hongyan's slightly raised chin, Ye Fan looked in the direction.
Sure enough, he saw Tang Ruoxue's shadow.
She sat quietly inside at a table for four, with more than ten plates of tempting snacks in front of her.
He ate alone in silence and aloofness.
One bite of a steamed bun, one bite of a vegetarian cake, and then another sip of hot tea.
Her actions and figure make it difficult for people to imagine that she would eat so much.
Aunt Qing was also there, but she didn't take a seat. Instead, she stood behind her and scanned the guests coming and going, very wary.
Several male diners passing by poked their heads in the air, wanting to come over and join Tang Ruoxue at a table to strike up a conversation.
But after seeing her appearance and clothes, he didn't dare to say anything. He knew that he couldn't conquer such a woman.
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "It's true that we are enemies on a narrow road."
He tried hard to avoid Tang Ruoxue, but he always met her accidentally.
"What are you talking about?"
Song Hongyan poked Ye Fan gently, then pulled him towards Tang Ruoxue: "Let's set up a stage with her."
"Is it better not to give it up?"
Ye Fan hesitated: "When she sees you and me, it's easy for sparks to hit the earth."
"You've seen it all. If we don't say hello, wouldn't it look like we're rude?"
Song Hongyan rolled her eyes at Ye Fan: "And it will make people think that we are guilty of committing crimes."
"Besides, aren't you going to ask her about dealing with Uncle Han and the others?"
Song Hongyan took Ye Fan's hand and walked forward: "It's better to choose a different day than to hit the sun. Asking her directly now is worse than anything else."
Ye Fan had no choice but to follow the woman.
"Mr. Tang, good afternoon. What a coincidence that I meet you here."
Approaching Tang Ruoxue, Song Hongyan smiled and greeted warmly: "Do you mind if we sit down?"
Tang Ruoxue looked up when she heard this and was startled when she saw Ye Fan and Song Hongyan.
She didn't seem to expect to meet Mark here.
Aunt Qing's eyes showed a hint of amusement without concealing it.
She remembered the conversation she had with Tang Ruoxue in the car yesterday.
As expected, wherever Tang Ruoxue appeared, Ye Fan would follow suit.
Tang Ruoxue was also a little more sarcastic, but she soon regained her composure.
She reached out and moved several porcelain bowls to the middle.
Then she unobtrusively put a piece of paper into her hand.
Although her movements were smooth and smooth, Ye Fan still caught a glimpse of a few words, the marriage sign.
"Sit down."
Tang Ruoxue glanced at Ye Fan and put the paper sign in her pocket again.
Then she spoke in a nonchalant manner: "If the Holy Land of Buddhism can accommodate me, it can also tolerate Mr. Song and Doctor Ye."
Tang Ruoxue also waved to the waiter and ordered a pot of cereal juice.
Song Hongyan smiled and pulled Ye Fan to sit down: "Thank you, Mr. Tang."
Ye Fan was not polite, sat next to Song Hongyan, waved to the waiter and ordered seven or eight kinds of snacks that Song Hongyan liked.
He also reversed Song Hongyan's chipped porcelain bowl, as if he was worried that she might accidentally cut her lip.
Song Hongyan also ordered a bowl of sweet tofu for Ye Fan.
Tang Ruoxue glanced a few times and said nothing, but only slowed down her eating speed.
At the same time, I feel that the food has lost its deliciousness.
After working for a while, Song Hongyan smiled and said to Tang Ruoxue: "How come Mr. Tang has time to come to the Great Buddha Temple?"
She wanted to ask Tang Ruoxue if she had recovered several properties, but she thought for a moment and said nothing.
"Relax your mind, burn incense, and atone for your sins."
Tang Ruoxue said calmly: "By the way, I'm asking for a rebirth spell for an old friend."
Ye Fan joked: Obviously he came here to seek marriage, but he still wanted to relax and cast a curse on the dead... "Mr. Tang has a good intention."
Ye Fan sneered: "But don't lie about the Buddhist holy land, otherwise it will be counterproductive."
Tang Ruoxue's voice turned cold: "A dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory."
"Dogs can spit ivory. I have become rich by raising dogs. What kind of medicine do I practice?"
Ye Fan retorted unceremoniously: "Also, Buddha told the world that if you realize your mistakes, you should correct them. Shouldn't you apologize?"
Ye Fan is still thinking about the innocent slap in the Starbucks coffee shop.
"Mr. Song, you have worked really hard these days for taking over such a small-minded man for me."
Tang Ruoxue ignored Ye Fan, turned to Song Hongyan and said lightly: "I hope this fussing over things won't bore you."
Song Hongyan smiled: "Caressing about every detail, bumping into each other, living in daily life."
Tang Ruoxue was startled, a little surprised that Song Hongyan indulged Ye Fan like this.
To be continued...