Ye Wenchuan was wearing a windbreaker and looked like a superior demeanor.

The doctor's treatment of the palm prints on his face is now unsightly.

However, when Ye Hao glanced over, he saw that there seemed to be a faint palm print on it.

Ye Wenzheng looked at this scene with great interest, wanting to know how Ye Wenchuan will act in this drama next.

"Sect Master, are you here?"

"Ah? Isn't this Mr. Ye? Why are you there too?"

Ye Wenchuan came uninvited and trotted on Ye Hao's yacht. When he arrived at the rooftop deck, he looked very intimate with Ye Hao.

It is probably hard to imagine that Ye Wenchuan wanted to use a knife and gun at Ye Hao this morning, but Ye Hao slapped him in the face.

Ye Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, and had to admit that each of these old foxes who could rise to power was extraordinary.

His slap was still vivid in his mind, but he seemed to have forgotten it.

Awesome.

However, Ye Hao did not mean to let Ye Wenchuan go, but smiled and said, "Master Ye San, you really don't meet anywhere in life!"

"I didn't expect that we had just met in the morning, and now we're going to meet again."

"Don't you know if the slap I gave you in the morning still hurts?"

"Is it a lot of money to see a doctor?"

"I'm really embarrassed. I'm a little more frivolous and impulsive."

"Let's do this, I'll pay for the medical expenses."

"You make a price, I'll sign the check."

Ye Wenchuan looked indifferent, and he didn't seem to be angry with Ye Hao, but smiled and said, "Mr. Ye, this is all a trivial matter, why bother to care?"

"In the past, when our fourth brother was not in power, we all carried guns and went to the battlefield together."

"On the battlefield, we were slapped in the face by our opponents."

"When we returned to Harbor City, we were slapped in the face by the powerful!"

"From that moment, we swear to be on the throne."

"Look, the fourth brother really got on the throne, and no one dared to slap me in the face from now on."

"After all, I am the third brother of Ye Wenzheng, the leader of the Hong Kong Gambling Ye Sect, and my biological son."

Ye Wenchuan seemed to have a look of emotion: "But if you insist on saying anything, no one has dared to fight me again over the years."

“Sometimes I miss the years when I’m slapped in the face on the street.”

"Mr. Ye's slap in the morning hit me, the old bone."

"I can't even thank you for being too late, how could you mind?"

"What are medical expenses and mental loss expenses, they are just jokes, so Young Master Ye doesn't have to worry about it."

Ye Wenchuan took away Ye Hao's shameless slap, and at the same time he talked about the past, wanting to win Ye Wenzheng's sympathy.

Ye Hao sighed in his heart that this old fox knew exactly how to deal with people like Ye Wenzheng.

The best way to be soft and hard in front of him is to sell feelings.

Ye Wenchuan was the third master of the Yemen who was betting on the Hong Kong gambler, and he actually came to show his feelings by himself. I can only say that he is not only thick-skinned, but also shameless!

"San brother, what's wrong with you when you come here, just tell me."

Ye Wenzheng's expression was indifferent.

"If nothing happens, please go out. I want to chat with Mr. Ye, it is not convenient for you to be present."

"Fourth brother, I'm here today, mainly because I found out that our brothers hadn't met for a long time. I think we should take a sip." Ye Wenchuan respectfully brewed a pot of tea for Ye Wenzheng.

"I'm drinking coffee today, not tea." Ye Wenzheng spoke lightly.


Chapter completed!