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When everyone walked back into the house, only Ye Fan and Zhang Dong were left standing outside.
Ye Fan took out a cigarette and handed it over, smiling and saying, "Want one?"
Zhang Dong shook his head: "Thank you, but my wife does not allow our servants to smoke."
"Really, that's a pity." Ye Fan saw that the other person didn't want to smoke, so he lit another one for himself.
Zhang Dong smiled strangely: "Mr. Ye, standing here is boring, how about we have some fun?"
"Oh? What's the fun?" Ye Fan asked with interest.
Zhang Dong looked Ye Fan up and down and said, "I see that Mr. Ye is strong and strong, and he probably does a lot of exercise. I have no other hobbies, I just like arm wrestling. I would like to compete with Mr. Ye."
"Arm-wrestling? That's not good. After all, I look young." Ye Fan waved his hand.
Zhang Dongpi said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, young age does not necessarily mean strong, a manly man, Mr. Ye will not refuse such a small competition, right? The boyfriend the eldest lady is looking for will never be a coward." .
Ye Fan seemed reluctant, "That's it for now, then okay, just do it once, I'm afraid of hurting you."
"Haha" Zhang Dong couldn't help but laugh, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "I'm looking forward to it!"
The two came to a stone bench in front of the yard, squatted down and stretched out their right arms to each other.
Ye Fan held a cigarette in his mouth and said vaguely: "You tell me to start."
A hint of ferocity appeared in the corner of Zhang Dong's mouth, "Mr. Ye, do you know what I used to do?"
Ye Fan wondered: "Aren't you the driver?"
"Yes, I am a driver now, but before, I was a member of the Northwest Military Region's Special Commandos, soif I hurt you, don't blame me. Who told you to make our wife angry"
After saying these words, Zhang Dong shouted¡ª¡ª
"start!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the muscles in Zhang Dong¡¯s right arm became tense, and his strength exploded in an instant, pressing Ye Fan¡¯s right arm down!
Ye Fan's right arm was immediately pressed down, and he was about to hit the stone bench. This violent blow would not only cause fractures, but also severely strain the muscles.
However, just when Zhang Dong thought he had successfully taught Ye Fan a lesson, he discovered that Ye Fan had no reaction at all
Zhang Dong was surprised to find that when Ye Fan's arm was close to touching the bottom, he suddenly couldn't press it anymore! ?
No matter how hard Zhang Dong tried, Ye Fan's hand was just one centimeter away from the stone bench and could not move at all.
"Hisshoo"
Ye Fan took a deep breath of cigarette, and the white smoke sprayed onto Zhang Dong's face.
"As a driver, your level of arm wrestling is not bad."
Ye Fan smiled evilly, and suddenly used his right hand to push back Zhang Dong's arm!
¡°I only heard two crunching sounds of bones, followed by Zhang Dong¡¯s scream!
"Ah! My hand!"
Ye Fan let go of Zhang Dong's trembling and limp hand, stood up, and looked at him condescendingly.
"I told you, I'm afraid of hurting you, do you want me to call 120 ambulance for you?"
Zhang Dong was sweating like rain, and looked at Ye Fan with bared teeth, a trace of fear in his eyes, "Youwhy are you so strong!?"
¡°It¡¯s not that I am strong, it¡¯s that you are malnourished and lack calcium.¡± Ye Fan grinned, turned around and walked back into the house.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the living room was extremely anxious.
Su Changping and Tong Huizhen once again advised Su Qingxue not to be willful, but Su Qingxue naturally would not compromise.
"Qingxue, dad really doesn't understand. In what way is Zheng Junfeng not better than Ye Fan? His background, family background, appearance, talent, and chasing you for so long shows his sincerity. Why do you have to regard the Zheng family as evil people! ?" Su Changping was puzzled.
"Do you still have to ask? She is deliberately going against us. She will object to everything we say so that the entire Su family will listen to her and show her status as the president," Tong Huizhen said sarcastically.
"You are afraid of the Zheng family, but I am not. Grandpa asked me to take care of the Jinxiu Group before he left. He didn't ask me to give away all the foundation.
"If you mention Zheng Junfeng to me again, then we have nothing to talk about. Aunt Jiang, see you off!" "Su Qingxue stood up from the sofa and said coldly.
As soon as Ye Fan entered the door, he heard Su Qingxue shouting to see the guests off.?You can wear it after washing it. What a waste if you throw it away. If you find it smelly, I'll wash it immediately."
"I will give you the money, you don't have to pay it back."
"It's not about money. Clothes have feelings after being worn for a long time. Some of them are gifts from old friends, so they can't be thrown away casually."
After saying that, Ye Fan ran into the house, put all the clothes into the box, and ran downstairs with the box in his arms.
"Aunt Jiang! Where is the washing machine? I wash clothes!"
Su Qingxue was speechless for a while. She had seen people pick at her clothes, but never seen them pick at her like this. She didn¡¯t even want to give him new clothes, but she had to wear such a pile of rags.
But Aunt Jiang smiled downstairs and said, "Miss, you have found a good man. Even his clothes are so nostalgic. He will definitely not change his heart about his wife."
Su Qingxue bit her lip, a complicated thought flashed in her eyes, and said, "Aunt Jiang, ask him to come to my study after washing his clothes." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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