Too fast, too fast.

After getting the news from Tang Qiqi, Ye Fei, who hung up the phone, had to sigh that Tang Sect is efficient in doing things.

Thirteen teams were severely damaged and unable to figure it out for the moment, letting the most capable Tang Ruoxue take over is the best way to clean up the mess.

This also reflects the principle of putting the interests of a large family first.

Compared to avenging Tang Xifeng and Tang Shijing and others, and holding Tang Sanguo family accountable, the Tang clan is more seeking to regain interests and keep people stable.

And it kills two birds with one stone.

If the Tang family did not play a disgraceful role in the funeral home, the Tang family could squeeze Tang Ruoxue out of the value of the order worth tens of billions of dollars to make up for the losses.

If Tang Sanguo was responsible for the deaths of Tang Xifeng and others, then Tang Ruoxue could slowly settle the score with Tang Sanguo and his family in the future.

Ye Fei developed a little interest in Tang Pingfan.

This guy's methods are so perfect. No wonder Tang Sanguo was suppressed and could not recover his courage for decades.

However, Ye Fei was not relieved. After sending a congratulatory message to Tang Ruoxue, he lost his sleepiness and went to the front hall to treat the patient.

"Dayong is really polite, and he repeatedly invited us to Nanling."

"It's a pity that we don't have time, otherwise we really want to go to Nanling to see him."

"It's not good to refuse like this all the time. I'll buy some local specialties and send them to him later."

As soon as Ye Fei arrived at the front hall, he saw his father and mother coming back for a walk, and he was still talking with a cell phone in his hand, looking very happy.

He asked curiously: "My parents, what are you talking about?

So happy?"

"You Uncle Dayong, Li Dayong."

"Your father's comrade-in-arms back then, the dark-skinned uncle in our house used to come to you, do you still remember?"

Shen Biqin smiled and said, "He has made a fortune in Nanling. He has asked our family to visit him several times."

Ye Wujiu added: "When you go to college, he also gave you a thousand red envelopes."

When his parents mentioned this, Ye Fei slapped his head and remembered: "Oh, oh, Uncle Yong, it's the Li Dayong who eats five bowls of rice in one meal..." Ye Fei remembered his father's comrade-in-arms who was 1.9 meters tall. Li Dayong, also from Zhonghai, was just not doing well after retirement, and often had this and that meal.

Seeing that his life was difficult, his parents helped him from time to time. When he went to Nanling to work hard, his father gave him five thousand yuan to pay for travel expenses.

What impressed Ye Fei the most was that every time he came to Ye’s house for dinner, his mother would cook two spoonfuls of rice, because Li Dayong could eat half a pot by himself.

"Tsk, why did you say that to others?"

Shen Biqin glared at Ye Fei: "Is the rice delicious?

If it weren't for being really hungry, who would have eaten five bowls?"

"Yes, you can't say that to you Uncle Dayong, he treats you very well."

"It rained heavily in middle school, and your mother and I were not available. He rode over to pick you up. You were not wet, but he caught a cold for a week."

Ye Wujiu also knocked Ye Fei on the head: "And your mother is worried that you will not have a wife to marry when you grow up, so he will also betroth your daughter Momo to you."

Ye Fei smiled: "What parents taught me is a lesson."

Hearing the word "Mo" Ye Fei remembered the cold little girl, and a playful smile streaked across his face.

"You uncle Dayong is now the owner of a equipment company in Nanling, specializing in providing equipment to major venues of the Nanling Wu League."

Ye Wujiu smiled: "I have made a lot of money over the years. He is grateful that we have helped him, so he keeps inviting us to be guests."

Ye Fei hurriedly said, "Then you go over and play, anyway, now is the time for you to enjoy your happiness."

"I'll ask a few people to do Jin Zhilin's work."

Ye Wujiu and Shen Biqin nowadays, in addition to selling herbal tea, they only help Jin Zhilin and his group cook lunch. They are not leisurely but not very busy.

"We also want to sell herbal tea."

Chen Biqin shook her head gently: "The herbal tea has just started to improve and then close it will disappoint the customer."

"Of course, the most important thing is that your Uncle Dayong also has a family. It's not good for us to run over to cause trouble for others."

"It's better to wait for your Uncle Dayong to return home in glory one day."

Chen Biqin and Ye Wujiu are the same. They never mind others bothering themselves, but they don’t like to cause trouble to others.

Ye Fei thought about it, so it was. Li Dayong was a straightforward person, but he still had a wife and daughter, so he had to consider the other person's feelings.

And he remembered that Li Dayong's wife Liu Yueling was also an arrogant person and never liked to play with her daughter Zhang Momo.

"It's not convenient for us to go there, but if you go to Nanling, you can go and see him for us."

Ye Wujiu looked at Ye Fei and smiled, "Stop he will feel that our family is too ruthless."

Chen Biqin also echoed: "Yes, when you have time, you go to Nanling, you must go and see your Uncle Dayong."

Ye Fei smiled and nodded: "I understand."

"Woo--" Just as Ye Fei was about to find Huang Sanchong to learn about the situation in Nanling, a black Mercedes-Benz suddenly rushed over at the door and then crossed the front of the clinic.

The car door opened, and Lin Baishun, who was wearing Armani, came out, but his face was not as sensation as before, but only a solemn feeling.

"Brother Fei, one hour ago, after Mr. Song handled Jiang Hualong's hand, he received a call."

"Then she asked me to temporarily manage the affairs of Wuhu Group. She booked a special plane and flew to Nanling."

"I asked her what happened, and she said her mother was sick, but nothing serious was wrong, so I didn't have to tell you."

"She will come back at least three days and at least one week."

"But I feel that Mr. Song is worried. I'm worried that she will hide something, so I come and tell you."

Lin Baishun lowered her voice: "She was in a bad mood this week, and Jiang Hualong was not very happy even if he died."

"Hongyan has returned to Nanling?"

Ye Fei frowned slightly. This was a bit abnormal. If Song's mother was really sick, according to reason, Song Hongyan would also say goodbye to herself.

Instead of stealing it away like this.

"Okay, I'll call her right away."

Ye Fei nodded and then called the number, but the other party had turned off... He frowned slightly, and then called Song's mother again, but it was also out of service.

This shouldn't be true. The two of them left their own private numbers and they won't shut down for 24 hours.

Ye Fei narrowed his eyes: Could it be that something happened to the Song family?

Suddenly, Lin Baishun slapped his head and said, "By the way, I still picked up this piece of paper in the trash can in General Song's office."

He quickly took out a piece of A4 paper from his pocket, which was wrinkled, but after opening it, Ye Fei couldn't stop jumping up.

The white paper has traces left by a fountain pen.

But because of excessive force, the sharp pen steel tip penetrated the back of the paper and made a deep hole on the white paper.

These sloppy strokes can still be identified: death! Shocking.

"Boom--" At this moment, a thunder suddenly came from the sky.
Chapter completed!