Yuhan, who had been exhausted continuously, directly turned a whole bottle of Wuliangye to Wang Fan on a turntable: "No matter what your purpose is for looking for me today, drink this bottle first and then tell me. [ ] You are a man.

I'm a woman, so it's fair if I give you half a bottle." After saying that, he took a bottle and drank it.

Wang Fan shook his head and picked up the bottle and drank it. In fact, since Yuhan ordered the wine, Wang Fan had already prepared a plastic bag and a small tube hidden in his sleeve. The wine flowed into the plastic bag along his arm and he actually drank it.

He is less than 13 years old. Although it is unethical to treat girls like this, there is nothing he can do about it. Wang Fan is not the kind of compassionate and sentimental guy, not to mention that he is still in the Jianghu.

Watching Wang Fan finish a bottle, his face looked a little drunk, "Eat vegetables, eat vegetables, come and eat the trotters to relieve the hangover." Yuhan seemed to be kind and turned a pig's trotter in front of Wang Fan.

Wang Fan shook his head and grabbed the pig's trotters and started to chew them.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Oh, I almost forgot. I just wanted to bring you some Jinchuang medicine that I made myself. It's very effective." As he said this, Wang Fan dug out a small white porcelain bottle from his large satchel and placed it on the table.

True love and falsehood, falsehood and reality, this is the world.

"You, you climbed up to the seventeenth floor just for this?" Yuhan asked doubtfully.

"Also, there is this." Wang Fan took out a USB flash drive from his bag and placed it on the table. "This... is what you want... what you want."

"Why did you give it to me?"

"What's the use of... holding it...?"

"You fought me to death for this back then, and now you're just giving it to me like this?"

"But at the time I...I couldn't be more angry...I couldn't be more angry that you used my...girlfriend to blackmail...blackmail me...then I think about it...we are all martial arts...it's better to break up with enemies...but not to make enemies...I put it down today...forget it...

Apologize..." Huhuhu" fell asleep on his stomach.

Yu Han picked up the porcelain bottle on the table and looked at it. He took off the lid and smelled it. There was a clear and mellow herbal aroma, which seemed to be real. Herbal medicine was also the specialty of the clan, and Yu Han still knew a little bit about it.

"This kid is quite sensible." Then she picked up the USB flash drive. She had no way of telling whether it was genuine or fake, and she didn't bother to tell. Anyway, she just handed in the task. As for whether Wang Fan kept it, she wouldn't even consider it.

Yuhan called the waiter to pay the bill, put down a few hundred yuan and asked the waiter to put Wang Fan in a nearby hotel, picked up his handbag and left.

Wang Fan was also a martial arts practitioner, so he had no reaction at all to these few drinks. He slipped out of the hotel as soon as the waiter left. The summer rainstorm came and went quickly. I don’t know when it stopped, and the road was full of people coming and going.

of people after work.

Wang Fan put on a pair of wide-rimmed eyes, changed into a white plaid shirt, tucked the hem into trousers, and slung his shoulder bag. He looked like an ordinary salesman who had just gotten off work. He stayed at Yuhan's residence from a distance.

building entrance.

Nearly half an hour later, Wang Fan's phone vibrated with Xiangxiang's message:

Jiang met Jiang in Huanglan Park about an hour later. What Jiang left was not the cell phone number for surveillance. Wang Fan thought to himself that Jiang Zhongliang was quite capable of counter-investigation.

More than twenty minutes later, a middle-aged aunt walked out of the building. The aunt's bloated body was covered with a black gauze see-through shirt, with a black bra underneath that squeezed out several layers of flesh. She had a large cloth satchel on her shoulder.

, bright blue tight elastic pants, a pair of stilettos that made a "clang" sound on the floor, but the ratio of the small ankles to the thick thighs was a bit unnatural, and it was too much for such a fat body to be able to walk so fast on stilettos.

A bit more obvious.

The aunt walked out of the building to take a taxi, and Wang Fan followed her from a distance. The car circled around and finally stopped at the entrance of Huanglan Park. Hongcheng is good for this. Everything in the city is called "park"

There is no admission fee and it has become a leisure activity venue for citizens.

In the square at the entrance of the park, a group of middle-aged and elderly people who were out for some activities after dinner were doing the bunny dance to the rhythm. The fat aunt also walked up and jumped behind a middle-aged uncle. She jumped up and down, "crossing" her high heels.
Chapter completed!