"So the shareholders were unwilling to accept it and asked your best friend to trick you into entering the bar?"

"Well...Honey, I was wrong..."

"If Yang Fan wants to blame, blame me. He shouldn't have brought Meng Han with him."

In the car, several women spoke one after another, especially Zhao Menghan, who lowered his head and looked aggrieved.

Seeing this, Yang Fan's gloomy expression softened slightly. He changed the topic and said gently, "My wife, I don't mean to blame you. On the contrary, it is me who should apologize for not coming out in time to accompany you."

Even so, Yang Fan already had murderous intentions in his heart.

You can touch yourself, but you can touch his relatives, don’t blame me for being ruthless!

The dragon's reverse scale will kill anyone who touches it!

At this time, listening to Yang Fan's words, Zhao Menghan's two best friends screamed in envy.

Yang Fan is not only handsome, good at martial arts, but also gentle. He is simply the ideal husband!

"Okay, the matter has passed. As long as everyone is fine, let's go, let's go eat first."

Then Yang Fan immediately gave Wu Wenming a look in order to ease the atmosphere in the car.

"Hey, hey, Fanzi, both beauties know they are wrong, and my sister-in-law is fine too. Let's calm down and take a walk. Brother Fan is treating us today, so we must kill him!"

Wu Wenming lived up to the atmosphere of the little prince, and immediately changed the topic, directly talking about the two women's hearts, and his little face was bright.

Zhao Menghan's expression also recovered somewhat, and she stared at Yang Fan with emotion.

"Hey, hey, no, you two are showing off your affection without saying a word, and you are abusing a dog!"

The three of them said in unison.

Zhao Menghan blushed. Wherever there was Bingshan CEO Fan, his head was buried directly in Yang Fan's arms.

"Go away, fat man, your skin is itchy, right? I don't recommend helping you soothe your bones for free!"

"Don't worry, Fanzi, isn't this good?"

"Pfft~"

Seeing the two people bickering, several people in the car laughed.

Soon, the driver drove to a high-end restaurant, and several people got out of the car one after another. Looking at the famous five-star Maplewood Hotel in front of them, the eyes of Zhao Menghan's two best friends sparkled with stars.

"Wow, it's really Fenglin Wanye, one of the three hotels in Longcheng Royal Hotel~ Menghan, I'm really lucky to have you as my best friend!"

"Does Feng Linwan still have a place at this point?"

"..."

It’s not that the two best friends have never seen the world before, it’s just that it’s so difficult to reserve a private room at the Fenglinwan Hotel, so there’s almost no room available.

Yang Fan shrugged and joked: "Haha, the pressure here is on our Young Master Wu."

Wu Wenming: "..."

Yang Fan, you are such a shameless person. I promised you to treat me, but in the end, the pressure was put on me and I won’t accept you!

But now that the words were said, Wu Wenming could only glare at Yang Fan, and reluctantly took out a gold card.

"Let's go!" Wu Wenming walked in angrily.

Yang Fan raised the corner of his mouth and took Zhao Menghan's little hand and walked in immediately. In today's situation, no matter how big the matter between the system and cultivation was, he had to put it aside and spend time with Zhao Menghan to ease her mood.

The service of a five-star hotel is nothing to say, and the military civilization gold card is here. The story of a person who is short-sighted and mentally retarded has not been staged.

Three hours later, the eating, drinking and fun were over. Congratulations to Master Wu for spending more than a dozen dollars.

If looks could kill, Yang Fan would have been strangled by Wu Wenming a hundred times.

"Yang Fan, you are a dog, you know how to trick me, labor and management will not play with you anymore!" Wu Wenming cursed angrily before leaving.

However, Yang Fan disagreed and replied calmly: "Hey, if that's the case, then the martial arts secrets... can only be given to others."

Wu Wenming was silent for a few seconds.

The next moment, his face changed so quickly.

"Don't mention it, Yang Fan only has this small amount of money, which is not worth mentioning!"

"Pfft~"

Zhao Menghan couldn't help but laugh. Only now did she realize that Wu Wenming, who looked like a cold male god, was a complete joke.

"Okay, come find me at the park near me at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Yeah! Lie to me that I'm a puppy!"

"..."

Yang Fan was speechless. As soon as his mind turned around, he turned his face to Zhao Menghan and took a sip, then looked at Wu Wenming with a smirk on his face.

"..." At this moment, Wu Wenming's heart seemed to be struck by lightning and shattered to pieces.

who I am!

where am I!

Why am I here...my titanium eyes!

Immediately, Wu Wenming jumped into the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

"Is he... okay?"

"Don't worry, he will be fine."

"Oh~"

...

Next day, morning.

As usual, Yang Fan sent Zhao Menghan to the company and then returned.

Now that the Yang Group has recovered, most of the debts have been repaid, but Yang Fan's cash has almost been used up. The remaining 10 million is only enough to allow the Yang Group to operate basically. However, Yang Fan believes in Zhao Menghan's strength.

As time goes by, the Yang Group will surely be able to get back on its feet.

Yang Fan understood that the culprit of everything was the Chen Group, but at this time he did not have enough strength, no matter in terms of cultivation, money or background. In front of a huge family, Yang Fan knew very well that he was very small, so the top priority was to not only

In addition to making money, completing system tasks and improving your cultivation are the keys to a comeback!

The world of immortal cultivation was in a state of repair during these seven days, which just gave Yang Fan a chance to breathe.

AM:9:00.

Yang Fan did not waste time and continued to come to the big tree to breathe out the spiritual energy.

To Yang Fan's surprise, Mr. Fen did not show up.

But this did not affect him. About thirty minutes later, the roar of a sports car came, and then Wu Wenming, wearing sportswear, came to Yang Fan.

Seeing Yang Fan sitting cross-legged, he didn't bother him, and started doing warm-up exercises skillfully. He already had a muscular body, and with his handsome appearance, the rate of turning heads was not too high.

After a long time, Yang Fan exhaled turbid air and slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at Wu Wenming who was warming up, he raised his eyebrows and joked: "I'm doing the third set of radio gymnastics so early in the morning. What are you singing about, fat man?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wenming's face turned dark and his movements froze in mid-air.

"Yang Fan, you are going to die!"

Yang Fan whistled as if nothing had happened.

Until Wu Wenming came over, Yang Fan's body shook, and within a few breaths, Wu Wenming fell on his butt, wailing continuously.

"Fuck, Fanzi, could you be gentler!" Wu Wenming stood up, touched his butt, and complained.

At this time, Yang Fan's expression became serious.

"Fat man, are you sure you want to step into cultivation with me?"

Wu Wenming was startled by the sudden seriousness of Yang Fan, but thinking of Yang Fan's famous domineering scenes, he immediately replied firmly, "Fan Zi, feel free to practice, I am a coward and I will take your last name!"

"Okay, fat man, you have courage!"

The corners of Yang Fan's mouth raised, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he activated the Emperor's Art, Lord of Laws, and pointed his finger at the center of Wu Wenming's eyebrows, and a strong force poured into Wu Wenming's mind like a frenzy.

"The...ah!"

Wu Wenming gritted his teeth and endured great pain.

Seeing this, Yang Fan's face turned slightly solemn. He had never used the Emperor's Technique, the Lord of Laws, in reality, and he didn't know that the inherited technique would be so painful. Fortunately, Wu Wenming persisted.

"Ahem, Eternal Heavenly Emperor, Eternal Dharma Body...Fanzi, you...are really a cultivator!"

"Well, cultivators do exist. There are many things that you can't know now, but I believe that spiritual energy will eventually recover, and cultivators will return to this Dharma-ending era where spiritual energy is exhausted!"

"Fanzi, am I considered a cultivator now?"

...


Chapter completed!