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Ten minutes later, Saturday restaurant, large terrace.
Ye Fan and Tang Ruoxue sat opposite each other.
The table is filled with all kinds of exquisite food.
Apple toast, lobster pancakes, princess cake, red vinegar jam, caviar, grilled vegetables, everything is available.
Ye Fan agreed to treat Tang Ruoxue to a luxurious breakfast, so he directly gave her a set meal worth one thousand US dollars.
And he was just holding a cup of black coffee and drinking:
"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry, if it's not enough, I'll order more."
Ye Fan smiled brightly: "Anyway, Mr. Tang, whatever you eat today will be all on my account."
While talking, he stretched himself and felt the coolness of the sea breeze and the beautiful scenery.
Then, he looked around again and found that many diners were having breakfast, and they were all very glamorous.
At the table next to it, there were four people, an old man and a young boy, sitting there, eating loudly.
The star holding the moon was a little fat kid. He was eating and throwing things away. The food was scattered everywhere.
There are so many rich people.
Ye Fan sighed with emotion.
"When are you going to marry Song Hongyan?"
Tang Ruoxue stopped arguing with Mark. After giving most of the food to Aunt Qing and the others, she asked Mark casually.
"Soon, probably next year."
Ye Fan didn't hide it either: "We will get married when the things at hand are sorted out."
"It's better to get married early. Once you get married, she will be able to take care of you legitimately."
Tang Ruoxue snorted: "Lest you go around attracting bees and butterflies."
"Tsk, attracting bees and butterflies? Treating yourself as a bee and a butterfly? Mr. Tang is thinking too highly of himself."
Ye Fan deliberately made Tang Ruoxue angry: "You are just a dog-tailed flower if you hold on till death."
"If you make me angry again, I'll kick you to death."
Tang Ruoxue kicked Ye Fan again, but Ye Fan quickly avoided it: "Is it a sense of accomplishment to confront your ex-wife?"
"No."
Ye Fan responded generously: "I just like this way of getting along, and I don't have to be as cautious as before."
"The slightest bump in the road is heart-wrenching and painful."
All the injuries in the past still leave Ye Fan with lingering fears.
Tang Ruoxue was very direct: "To put it bluntly, it means I don't love you anymore."
Then, she lowered her head and ate caviar, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"Stop talking about what happened between us. It's boring."
Ye Fan looked hesitant and asked: "I'm about to get married, have you found your significant other?"
"You don't have to worry about my affairs."
Tang Ruoxue regained her coolness: "I have my own sense of where my feelings will end up."
Then she thought of the shadow in her heart again, and her cold face turned into gentleness.
"Sooner or later I will have my own white knight."
She whispered: "He will not only save my life, but also save my dead beloved wife!"
Ye Fan thought of Ye Yanzu, and his head suddenly started to hurt. He quickly reminded:
"When it comes to relationships, it's best to be down-to-earth and never think about illusory people."
"Especially the mysterious guy with unknown origins."
"You'd better give up on the idea of ​​looking for a white knight, otherwise you'll be defrauded of money and sex, and your efforts will be in vain."
He gave serious advice: "At your age, if you get divorced again, your life will be ruined."
"Shut up!"
Tang Ruoxue's pretty face turned cold: "You are not allowed to taint my knight in white, or I will fall out with you."
Seeing that the woman was really angry, Ye Fan sighed, shrugged his shoulders and stopped making any sound.
But his eyes quickly focused and he shouted behind Tang Ruoxue: "Kid, what are you doing?"
Tang Ruoxue turned around subconsciously.
She saw a chubby kid of seven or eight years old standing furtively behind her.
One hand is holding the mobile phone, and the other hand is trying to lift her skirt.
Tang Ruoxue hurriedly put away her skirt, with a hint of frost on her face.
Then she waved her hand to stop Aunt Qing and others from approaching.
When Ye Fan drank, the little fat boy shuddered and took a step back in fright.
But he quickly rushed forward angrily and yelled at Ye Fan: "It's none of your business!"
Tang Ruoxue couldn't help but scolded: "Kid, be careful what you say."
"Also, it is very impolite to lift someone else's skirt, and it is even illegal to take photos of someone else's skirt with your mobile phone."
"You must never do this again."
If it weren't for the fact that he was young, Tang Ruoxue would have slapped him long ago.
"Bitch, I lifted your skirt because I looked down on you."
The little fat man said confidently: "I don't know how many people I saw in the women's locker room."
"If you weren't so beautiful, do you think I would care less about you?"
He also spat at Tang Ruoxue several times with an arrogant look on his face.
"you--"
Tang Ruoxue was so angry that she stood up and grabbed the little fat man: "Call your parents over."
"Help, help -"
The little fat man screamed at the top of his lungs and kept punching and kicking Tang Ruoxue. He was very arrogant.
Soon, four chatting and laughing adults from next door rushed over.
An old man with white hair, an old woman in Tang suit, a middle-aged man, and a beautiful woman.
It was the large family that Ye Fan just saw wasting food.
Everyone looked angry and filled with rage.
"What do you want to do?"
"What do you want?"
"Do you want to hit my Feifei? I order you to put down my Feifei immediately."
"My family Feifei is in trouble, we can't spare you."
The beautiful women rolled up their sleeves and shouted aggressively at Tang Ruoxue.
"He is your child? Do you know what he did?"
Tang Ruoxue was furious when she saw this, and directly accused the little fat man of what he had done:
"Lifting up the skirt, slapping the bottom of the skirt, spitting and shouting, how do you discipline me?"
She tried hard to hold back her anger.
When the white-haired old man and the others heard this, they immediately curled their lips and shouted disapprovingly:
To be continued...