I never thought, how could a trafficker be so handsome?
Now, if the tall and handsome man wanted to abduct her, she would be willing to be captured.
She watched as the workers planted the tall cherry trees neatly and hung small wooden signs on them.
She went over and saw the following words written on the wooden signs without exception:
"No one else is allowed to pick the beautiful cherry tree!"
Ye Nanqing smiled and thought he was so naive, "Who else is here besides you and me?"
At this moment, Tang Zhuo burst into view.
"Miss Nan Qing, Mr. Cheng...is here again."
Ye Nanqing stretched out his hand to straighten the small wooden sign and asked casually:
"How many times has this happened?"
"Miss Nan Qing, this is the twenty-first day since you took leave to recuperate. Young Master Cheng has been waiting at the gate of Qinyuan every day to see you. Sometimes I just drive people away without following you.
Report, but coming every day is not an option..."
"Well, the air in Qinyuan is indeed polluted." Ye Nanqing frowned, "Then let's go and take a look."
Cheng Fangyi saw a man pushing a woman in a wheelchair slowly towards this side from a distance.
What made him crazy and excited was that after not seeing him for a while, Ye Nanqing seemed to be more beautiful than before.
Her eyebrows are as beautiful as picturesque, and her jade-like skin is as white as snow. She is sitting in a wheelchair at the moment, and her back is thin, adding a touch of tenderness.
"Ye Nanqing, have you seen the news that Ye Anya and I are getting engaged tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?"
"..." Cheng Fangyi was stunned, looking up and down at Ye Nanqing suspiciously.
He had already released the news about his engagement to Anya Ye, and now it is spreading all over the Internet.
He didn't believe that Ye Nanqing hadn't heard anything about it.
"Do you have to pretend that you don't care about me?" Cheng Fangyi asked coldly.
This was the only explanation he could think of.
"Ha!" Ye Nanqing smiled coldly, "For Young Master Cheng, does it mean that as long as a woman doesn't care about you, she must be pretending? In your fantasy world, do all women have to care about you?"
"You... of course not!" A bit of annoyance flashed across Cheng Fangyi's face, "Do you really not know that I am getting engaged tomorrow?"
"Why should I know?"
"..." Cheng Fangyi was unable to refute.
He could only take out the invitation he had prepared long ago from his coat pocket.
"Take a good look, it's tomorrow! You said you would definitely come to my and Anya's engagement party."
"So you've been coming here to see me every day since twenty-one years ago just to hand the invitation to me in person?" Ye Nanqing took the invitation and gave him a sarcastic look.
"Of course, Anya is your half sister after all. What reason do you have for not attending her engagement party? The whole world can be absent, but you can't!"
He paused, glanced at Gu Sihan provocatively, and then lowered his voice and said confidently:
"Ye Nanqing, I want you to see with your own eyes how you push me to Ye Anya step by step! By then, I want you to feel regretful in your intestines!"
After hearing this, Ye Nanqing shrugged disdainfully.
Sure enough, Cheng Fangyi has always been good at killing people and killing people.
At this time, if she still couldn't let go of him at all, her heart would definitely be hurt and dripping with blood.
fine.
She had given up long ago.
Now I see this bright red invitation and the dazzling words on it:
"I raise my eyebrows and raise my eyebrows, thinking in my heart, it is my wish to grow old together, my hand will never change, my vow will finally come true..."
Ye Nanqing smiled as he looked at it, "It's really you, Cheng Fangyi, you write so vigorously, you won't be afraid of being slapped in the face!"
"What do you mean?"
"Forget it, your oath is worthless to begin with, just like you!"
"You..." Cheng Fangyi's eyes widened, "Ye Nanqing, when will you stop sarcastic at me? You've never been like this before!"
"You also said that that was before."
Cheng Fangyi wanted to say something, but Tang Zhuo stepped forward to stop him.
"Young Master Cheng, your invitation has been received by Miss Nan Qing. She will take her current husband, my master, with her to attend the engagement banquet between you and Miss Anya!"
"You! You..." Cheng Fangyi was speechless.
Especially the word "husband", which was deliberately emphasized, pierced Cheng Fangyi's heart like a knife.
Tang Zhuo ignored him, turned to Gu Sihan and said:
"Master Si, it's time for the check-up scheduled with Mr. Pei for Miss Nan Qing. The car is ready and ready to go."
"good."
Gu Sihan lifted Ye Nanqing out of the wheelchair, walked around Fang Yi's face, and put her in the back seat of the car.
His movements were gentle and careful, as if he were treating the treasure he was caring for in the palm of his hand.
This ambiguous move made Cheng Fangyi's scalp numb.
He stared at the rear of the car as it drove away, and reluctantly shouted in a low voice:
"Ha! Ye Nanqing, you haven't even gotten married yet and you just want one husband? When did you become so shameless?"
"..."
Tang Zhuo drove the car and looked at Cheng Fangyi from the rearview mirror as he gritted his teeth, and sneered disdainfully, "Tsk, tsk, tsk! Who gave him the confidence to think that our Miss Nan Qing cares about him?"
After thinking about it, Tang Zhuo asked again: "But... Miss Nan Qing, are you really going to attend the engagement party between him and that woman tomorrow?"
"Go! Tang Zhuo, you go too. You have witnessed this beloved man's love with your own eyes. Why don't you go together and send your blessings?"
Tang Zhuo's mind immediately flashed back to the scene where he had peeked at the two people having an affair, and his face suddenly turned red.
Gu Sihan's low questioning voice could be heard faintly in the carriage:
"Dry wood and strong fire?"
In an instant, Tang Zhuo got goosebumps all over his body and shook his head like a rattle, "No, it's nothing, Miss Nan Qing really knows how to joke."
Ye Nanqing wanted to say something else, but as the sound of "stab" sounded, the car suddenly braked.
The moment she leaned forward and almost hit the seat in front of her, Gu Sihan firmly protected her head with his hands.
Tang Zhuo was in shock.
Gu Sihan's furious voice sounded in the carriage: "Tang Zhuo! Are you tired of living?"
"No, Master Si, there is someone in front of you!"
Just now when the car was driving normally, a figure jumped out and blocked the car in front of the road.
The two people in the back seat looked forward in unison.
Sure enough, less than one meter away from the front of the car, there was a man in his forties or fifties kneeling on the ground.
After seeing the man's face clearly, Tang Zhuo said cautiously:
"Master Si, he is Fan Weihua, Fan Zhi's father."
Gu Sihan said nothing, opened the car door and got out of the car with a cold face.
Tang Zhuo also followed, and angrily lifted Fan Weihua and threw him aside, "Do you know who is sitting in the car? You dare to stop me? You think your life is too long?"
Fan Weihua lowered his head, knelt down devoutly, and slapped himself hard in front of Gu Sihan, "Yes, I shouldn't have stopped Master Si's car, I deserve to die!"
Since Fan's product quality problems were exposed, sales have plummeted.
Fan Weihua's head turned gray almost overnight.
He went around asking for help, but his previous suppliers and partners all ignored him, and even banks refused to lend.
It wasn't until someone reminded him to find out who his son had offended that he found the source of these things.
It was this young man in front of me who was dignified and had an extraordinary temperament.
He never found out the details of this person. He only heard that he was from Kyoto and someone called him "Master Si".
He didn't know what kind of rights the "Si Ye" in Kyoto had.
But he knew that only if this young man was willing to let Fan go, Fan could be brought back to life.