Ye Bancheng and Ye Jinfeng drank a few glasses of wine, and then asked Ye Feiyang to entertain the brothers who were released, and he hurried back to the Luojia Garden with a look.

He stepped into the hall with a gloomy face, and saw his mother painting.

The woman was dressed in a cheongsam, her long hair was coiled up, and she wore it with a paintbrush, which not only outlined her slender figure, but also made her a little more intellectually beautiful.

Ye Bancheng didn't appreciate his mother's youth, and took a few steps forward and said in a low voice:

"Mom, when exactly will Qianqian do it?"

He was very direct: "I don't want to see Ye Fan again for a minute." ”

"What's wrong?"

"Ye Fan provoked you again?"

Luo Feihua didn't raise his head: "What about Qi Qingmei?"

Apparently she also has someone staring at today's airport pick-up.

"That woman, forced me to marry, I politely refused, she became angry, and got into Ye Fan's car and frowned. ”

Ye Bancheng exhaled a long breath: "I don't want to be the laughing stock of the whole city. ”

"Qi Qingmei is a mercenary woman, she can't become your woman, so she is angry and uses Ye Fan to stimulate you. ”

Luo Feihua smiled noncommittally: "What are you doing with her? Just do your own thing." ”

"Could it be that you really like her?"

She still didn't look up, just pinched the brush and drew carefully, so that a kind and kind face gradually appeared.

"It's impossible for me to be with her, and my feelings for her have faded, but I can't tolerate her and Ye Fan in my eyes. ”

Ye Bancheng responded word by word: "Even if she plays with Ye Fan on the spot, I can't stand it." ”

"Everyone knows that she used to be my fiancée, and now she is fooling around with Ye Fan, which is tantamount to damaging my man's dignity. ”

He was adamant: "I'd rather let her die than be a joke myself." ”

"You, sometimes brilliantly smart, sometimes naïve and incompetent. ”

The brush in Luo Feihua's hand fell on the face of the portrait, outlining a pair of deep eyes:

"Let Qi Qingmei die?"

"Although she is an abandoned chess piece, she is also the nephew of the Qi family, and if she dies, she will still make waves to some extent. ”

"You are at a critical moment now, once something bad comes out, I am afraid that it will affect your birthday banquet. ”

"Bear with me. ”

"Didn't you see my mother put up with it? I'm the one who was slapped in public by Ye Fan, and now when I go out to chat with the celebrities in the circle, they will stimulate me intentionally or unintentionally. ”

"I'm so embarrassed, haven't I endured it the same?"

She calmly advised her son: "When we get what we want, it's not too late for us to settle accounts one by one." ”

Luo Feihua hates Ye Fan, and she is also grateful to Ye Fan, if it weren't for his slaps, she would have been smooth sailing for many years, I am afraid that she would only continue to be domineering.

Now there is hatred in her heart, but it has also made her wiser and knows how to endure the latter again.

Ye Bancheng's voice sank: "You can't move Qi Qingmei, then teach Ye Fan a lesson, right? What about Qianqian, how many days, why hasn't she done it?"

Qianqian said that Ye Fan was too vigilant, and she hid a knife in her smile, so she couldn't find a chance to strike a thunderous blow for the time being. ”

Luo Feihua continued to sketch the nose of the portrait: "So in the past few days, I have been re-studying Ye Fan, finding his gap and then fighting again." ”

"It's also a waste, so many days, no progress at all, and ...... research"

Ye Bancheng was not in a good mood: "I don't know if the name of her Hand of God was blown out by the hired sailors." ”

"Don't say that. ”

Luo Fei's fancy face was slightly cold: "She has always regarded you as a relative." ”

"Hearing that she was doing something for you, I made a phone call, and she went back to Baocheng as soon as possible. ”

She alerted Ye Bancheng: "For this, she also risked the great danger of being surrounded and killed by the national police. ”

Ye Bancheng also knew that he was a little excessive: "I'm sorry, Mom, it's me who spoke too much, I'll make up for Qianqian another day." ”

"Qianqian doesn't need you to make up for it, she just hopes that you, the elder brother, will take the throne as soon as possible and fight for the Ye family and the Luo family. ”

Luo Feihua's tone was indifferent: "You are the hope of many people, and you are also the expectation of Qianqian." ”

"Understood!"

Ye Bancheng tried to suppress his anger, and suddenly remembered something:

"I heard that Ye Fan rushed into Tongtian Temple and sucked away three hundred milliliters of blood from the old Zhai master?"

Dolapia slowly stopped the brush in her hand:

"That's right, Tang Ruoxue's blood avalanche wants a blood transfusion, and only the blood of the old Zhai master is connected, so Ye Fan rushed up to ask for a tube of blood. ”

She showed a trace of regret: "The two sides did it, but it's a pity that there was no big fight, let alone death, otherwise Ye Fan would have hung up." ”

"Why did the old fasting master agree to Ye Fan's bastard?"

Ye Bancheng's anger came again: "Didn't the old Zhai lord support me? How do you know that Ye Fan is my sworn enemy and still help?"

"And Ye Fan and Cihang Zhai also have a bunch of festivals?"

"Old Zhai Master, this is to shake hands with Ye Fan and make peace, why don't you consider my feelings?"

In Ye Bancheng's opinion, if the old lord didn't help Ye Fan, Tang Ruoxue would die, and as soon as Tang Ruoxue died, Ye Fan would fall apart.

So there was a little resentment in his heart.

"Bastard!"

Luo Fei's face sank: "What the old fasting master did, she has her own arrangement, and your brain is in the water to question?"

Ye Bancheng felt a little bored: "It's not that I question it, I just can't figure it out." ”

"Ye Fan rushed to the old lord and knelt down, if the old lord didn't help, wouldn't it seem that her old man was cold-blooded and ruthless?"

Luo Feihua said lightly: "Besides, the old Zhai master didn't give Ye Fan a tube of blood in vain, listening to Zhuang Zhiruo, the old Zhai master controlled Ye Fan's life and death." ”

"This favor can make Ye Fan live or let Ye Fan die. ”

"It's not a bad thing for us. ”

"As long as we continue to get the support of the old fasting master, one day we will take this favor, won't we be able to easily pinch Ye Fan to death?"

She added meaningfully: "Isn't it worth it to exchange a tube of blood for Ye Fan's life?"

It's a good deal to look at it this way.

Ye Bancheng's eyes flashed with a touch of fierceness, as if he had pinched Ye Fan's life and death.

He sneered: "Doesn't this mean that we have a killer idea?"

Luo Feihua nodded: "Almost, of course, you don't disappoint the old fasting master." ”

"I'm in a much better mood now. ”

Ye Bancheng's voice carried a fierceness: "But when I think of Ye Fan and Qi Qingmei fighting, I can't wait to kill them now." ”

"Why are you like a mad dog now, thinking about revenge in your heart, where is the former wisdom and calmness?"

Luo Feihua got up, snapped, slapped her son in the face and shouted:

"Do you know how many people sacrificed everything for you?"

In order to welcome Ye Feiyang and them, Chen Qingyan gave Ye Fan all the Jin Yuan Club. ”

"In order to come back and help you win back the lottery, Qianqian's billions of business are not sold. ”

"Don't you have the heart to grow up and be worthy of their efforts?"

"Pull the whole body, now is the critical moment, you can't bear it anymore?"

For the first time, she is disappointed in her son, and finds that he has lost his former composure, blinded by hatred and jealousy.

This also made Luo Feihua even more resentful of Ye Fan, if it weren't for this guy who was stirring up the situation, how could Baocheng be turbulent, and how could his son be anxious?

"Mom, I'm sorry, I drank too much. ”

Being slapped in the face by his mother like this, Ye Bancheng's body shook, and he felt his mother's anger, and retreated his anger like a tide.

He regained a little composure and bowed slightly to his mother: "I listen to you, be patient and patient." ”

"It's not impossible if you have to vent your gas......"

Seeing his son bow his head and admit his mistake like this, Luo Feihua didn't feel good in his heart, reached out and rubbed his son's cheek, and said softly:

"Tomorrow afternoon, representatives of the Nanguo Kim chaebol will come, and they are going to congratulate the Lord of Yemen on his birthday......"