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Qingshan Lake, located in the north of Huahai City, is a good place where every inch of land is valuable. It has beautiful lakeside, dense greenery and quiet environment.

On a pedestrian street in Hunan, there are some high-consumption stores, mostly luxury brand stores and Western restaurants.

The only ancient and Chinese-style building is the teahouse called "Purple Leaf".

Those who can come here to drink tea are either rich or noble, so even in a teahouse, there are many luxury cars parked at the door.

Not to mention Porsche or Land Rover, there are even several supercars such as McLaren and Lamborghini, which is enough to show that the guests here are extraordinary.

"Crunch...crunch..."

Ye Fan rode his bicycle and came to the entrance of the teahouse.

As soon as I got off the car, I saw a handsome man wearing an ancient blue gown and handmade cloth shoes, about twenty-five or six years old, walking out quickly.

"Brother Fan, you are here. Leave the car to me. The young lady is waiting inside." The young man smiled enthusiastically and held the bicycle from Ye Fan.

"Xiao Zhao, I've told you a few times, so I don't have to come out to pick me up." Ye Fan wiped the sweat from his face.

"Brother Fan, you come here rarely. If you come every day, I won't come out to pick it up." Xiao Zhao looked expectant.

Ye Fan sighed and pulled the collar, "These days are hot, and there are a lot of work to repair air conditioners and refrigerators. In addition, I have to help students make up for their lessons, so I don't have much time to do it."

"Yes, I know you're busy with Brother Fan," Xiao Zhao said, putting Ye Fan's dirty bicycle next to a Lamborghini sports car by the gate.

Ye Fan was amused and crying, "Xiao Zhao, why did you put my broken car here? Doesn't this affect your business?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I just happened to see Brother Fan, your car chain is short of oil. I'll ask someone to help the car with some oil and do some maintenance." Xiao Zhao was very careful.

Ye Fan had no choice but to walk into the Ziye Teahouse, and looked down at the dirty clothes and pants on his body. He felt that it was not suitable, so he turned his head and planned to go around the back door of the teahouse.

When Xiao Zhao saw it, he immediately stepped forward and pulled it, saying, "Brother Fan, don't go to the back door. Let the young lady know that I can't afford it."

"Look at my outfit, it's dirty and smelly, it's not good for your guests to catch them," Ye Fan explained.

Xiao Zhao's face turned right, "Brother Fan, Miss is not that kind of person, I won't mind it, let alone no customer can compare with you."

It was hard to refuse the affection, so Ye Fan had to walk through the main entrance. Fortunately, he didn't meet any guests along the way, and walked to the innermost, a private room with lake view.

When Xiao Zhao arrived at the door, he didn't dare to go in again and immediately stepped back.

Ye Fan pushed open a carved wooden door alone and walked in.

As soon as I entered the door, three cold lights shot towards Ye Fan's heart, abdomen and thighs, as fast as a sudden lightning!

"I'll go!"

Ye Fan exclaimed, but his feet were not slow. He took a right step just to let three cold lights pass by him.

"Tu tuk!"

I saw three willow leaves flying knives, three inches long and as thin as leaves, stabbed on the wooden door behind Ye Fan!

I thought it was over, but then three purple cold lights flew towards Ye Fan's heart!

Ye Fan stretched out his left hand speechlessly, waved it in the air, and clamped three flying knives with four fingers just right.

After letting out a sigh, Ye Fan turned his head and looked at the inner side of the box, behind a coffee table, the graceful and charming figure.

Ning Zimo rolled her eyes and said hatefully: "You just say I have no hope in my life!"

Ye Fan laughed and said, after all, one should look at talent and one should look at diligence. The words "diligence can make up for shortcomings" are to comfort those fools.

After drinking a large bowl of chicken soup, the food on the table was wiped out, and Ye Fan sighed with satisfaction.

Just as he was about to take out Hong Shuangxi and suck one, he saw Ning Zimo had already delivered a Havana cigar to his mouth.

"Don't smoke all those cheap cigarettes, it's bad for your health," Ning Zimo blamed.

Ye Fan picked up the cigar and shook his head, "It's okay, the cheap cigarette is so strong that I'm used to smoking."

"If you want to suck less, you will suck less. You are only twenty-five years. Wouldn't you be able to live a few more years?" Ning Zimo said angrily.

Ye Fan didn't dare to talk back too much. After all, women were for his own good, so they had to change the topic and asked: "Sister Ning, there are a lot of chewy things in the chicken soup I just drank. Are they sea cucumbers?"

A strange hint of crampy flashed in Ning Zimo's beautiful eyes, "You said that, it was me who asked the chef to chop the half kangaroo tail into it... I will make up for you."

Ye Fan opened his mouth and almost dropped the cigar on the ground, "half...half..."

"How is it? You can't eat it. If you chop it up, it will taste nothing, and it will be easier to absorb the essence." Ning Zimo smiled happier when she saw Ye Fan's expression.

Ye Fan suddenly felt his blood and energy rising, and the heat was coming from above his head.
Chapter completed!