Chapter 681: Chief Designer

In the evening, Father Lin and Mother Lin came back, but Father Lin seemed to be a little tired. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Under Li Mengmeng's curious inquiry about Mother Lin, Ye Fan and the others knew that the reason why Father Lin was so tired and upset was because Su Yanfeng's case had not made any progress at all, and the top was still pressuring them to solve the case quickly, and Father Lin was under too much pressure to do this.

But think about it, Su Yanfeng is the richest man in Su City, and he has huge assets and enterprises under his pen.

The sensation caused by Su Yanfeng's death is too great, and the impact is really a bit strong, so it is normal to be pressured by the top to let them solve the case quickly.

However, it is obvious that the possibility of the Su City Police Department wanting to solve the case is too low.

After all, Su Yanfeng's death was done by the Night Crow, how could the Night Crow, a person who already possessed the level above the main god, be caught by some police?

Even, the police of the Su City Police Station didn't even know who killed Su Yanfeng and how to commit the crime.

Therefore, it is no wonder that Father Lin is so upset, Ye Fan understands his mood very well.

However, Father Lin's worries still have a little benefit.

At least, during the meal, Father Lin kept eating with his head down, and after eating, he immediately went back to the room to continue reading the case materials, and he didn't pull Lin Qingya, asking her not to be a police officer or anything, or to express his dissatisfaction with Ye Fan or something.

This made Lin Qingya and Ye Fan a little easier.

In the evening, because Lin's father and Lin mother were busy going back to the room, Lin Qingya's grandmother was watching the opera in the hall, Lin Qingya and Li Mengmeng were chatting with her grandmother, and Ye Fan was left alone.

So, idle and bored, Ye Fan also came outside the room alone, smoking a cigarette, frowning, thinking about something.

Just as Ye Fan was thinking, suddenly, Ye Fan's phone rang, and it was Wen Lan calling.

Glancing at the caller ID, Ye Fan also smiled, and then connected Wen Lan's phone and laughed: "What are I doing looking for my husband, do you miss me again?"

"Don't make a fuss. ā€

On the other end of the phone, Wen Lan had just returned to the hotel, ready to rest, fell on the bed, made a phone call, snorted, and said, "I have something to do with you." ā€

"Isn't it right to think I'm thinking?"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, chatted with Wen Lan, and relaxed, and then said shyly, "Could it be that wife, you not only miss me, but also want me to accompany you?"

"Hawkers, it's not impossible, you wait, I'll rush over and comfort your lonely little heart~"

"Hmph, I have Xiaoli, I don't need you to accompany me. ā€

Wen Lanjiao snorted and said.

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€

Ye Fan was silent for a moment, and then spoke dryly, "Wife, no, could it be that you really did something to Xiaoli?"

Saying that, Ye Fan also looked distressed, "You are all girls, what are you doing with such a waste, why don't you call me along?"

What Ye Fan said had a bit of connotation, and the pure Wen Lan, for the first time, had not yet reacted to the meaning of Ye Fan's words.

It's just that soon, after hearing and understanding, Wen Lan's face was also red, and she scolded angrily, "Ye Fan, you are enough, I am not that kind of woman." ā€

"Ahem, no kidding. ā€

Hearing Wen Lan's voice, Ye Fan also coughed dryly, and then smiled, "Okay, Wen Lan, you called me, is there something wrong?"

"Hmph, I almost forgot about my business when you interrupted me like this. ā€

Coquettishly, Wen Lan said, "I came to you because I wanted you to come over tomorrow to accompany me and decorate the venue of the fashion exhibition." ā€

"That's it, can you just set up the venue?"

Ye Fan was a little curious, arranging the venue or something, such a simple thing, it seemed that there was no need to call him, right?

"Of course not. ā€

Sure enough, Wen Lan rolled her eyes angrily, and then said slowly, "And I don't plan to ask you to help set up the venue and find you, I just want you to accompany me to see the clothes, and also point out the models, the characteristics of these clothes and the sudden style and so on." ā€

"Because this fashion exhibition is a bit too rushed, many of the models invited are business, and they will be produced in a day or two, and I don't know if there is a problem with the quality of the clothing. ā€

Saying that, Wen Lan also sighed with some worry, and then said to Ye Fan, "Moreover, you are the chief designer of our company, why do you want to help the company a little?"

"Chief Designer?"

Ye Fan was a little speechless, "I've never been to work for a day, let me be the chief designer, Wen Zhiyun no one has an opinion?"

"Those designers in the design department don't know you, and when they heard that you were the chief designer, they all stopped talking. ā€

Wen Lan said, thinking of the embarrassing appearance of those designers in her company, and couldn't help but laugh.

Also, Ye Fan helped Wen Zhiyun draw a lot of clothing design drawings in Wen Zhiyun before, and he also conquered those designers.

If Ye Fan is the chief designer of Wen Zhiyun, even if they really have any opinions, I'm afraid they won't be able to put them forward, right? They are not confident that the clothes they designed can be better than Ye Fan.

Ye Fan also thought of this, so he couldn't help but shake his head with a smile and said, "Okay, since I'm the chief designer, there's no way to excuse myself, I'll go with you tomorrow." ā€

"Hmm. ā€

Wen Lan nodded, and then chatted with Ye Fan for a few more words, then reluctantly hung up the phone.

As for Ye Fan, after making the call, he looked at the phone that hung up the line, and shook his head with a smile.

Put the mobile phone away, and when Ye Fan was about to turn around and go back to the room, a light figure suddenly appeared, and then smiled at Ye Fan, and asked curiously, "Ye Fan, who were you talking to on the phone just now?"

"Mengmeng?"

Ye Fan recognized the person at once, shrugged his shoulders with a smile, and said, "I'm talking to my eldest wife on the phone." ā€

"Big Wife ......"

Hearing this, Li Mengmeng was a little speechless, looked at Ye Fan, blinked, and asked, "Ye Fan, don't tell me, you have several wives?"

"Of course. ā€

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled a little smugly, "I have several wives, and each of them is very beautiful, among which your cousin Lin Qingya is my future second wife." ā€

It's just that looking at Ye Fan's eyebrows dancing and showing off proudly, Li Mengmeng also pouted. (To be continued.) )