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Chapter 115 Ye Fan, the haunted soul

"Well, Ye Fan?" Qiu Muying was a little surprised. She really didn't expect Ye Fan to find this.

"Damn it, it's you!"

"It's really a ghost." Han Feifei said coldly with disgust.

"Hmm? Do you know each other?" Wang Hao was slightly stunned at this time and asked immediately.

"If you don't know me, you're a rustic guy, how can we get to know me?" Han Feifei said disdainfully.

Qiu Mucheng was a little angry and looked at Han Feifei: "Feifei, how do you speak? It's big or small."

Ignoring others' words, Ye Fan walked directly to Qiu Mucheng: "Mucheng, don't say anything to me when I have dinner, so I can find it for a while."

"Hmph, you still know how to look for me. I don't need you to look for me." Qiu Mucheng was obviously angry with Ye Fan, and said angrily, with resentment in his words.

When Qiu Mucheng thought of what happened just now, he felt so angry that his liver was so painful.

Ye Fan, the wood that was ignorant, was so moved just now. It was not until the end that Qiu Mucheng realized that this bastard was only paying attention to the eye poop on his eyes.

It's really a shame, no one is angry.

"Did you hear it? My sister doesn't like you. You don't have the face to stay here anymore. Why don't you leave quickly?" Han Feifei scolded coldly.

Ye Fan was not angry either. He knew that Qiu Mucheng was still angry about what had happened just now, but instead shook his head and smiled helplessly, found a seat to sit down against Qiu Mucheng.

Ye Fan naturally won’t leave. His wife is here. He has to watch it. What if he is bullied by some ill-hearted person?

"I'll go, you're so thick-skinned."

"So you won't leave?"

"Besides, what qualifications do you have to sit here? They haven't invited you to dinner?"

Han Feifei was so angry that she didn't expect Ye Fan to be staring at him with a shameless face. There were such shameless people in the world.

Qiu Mucheng rubbed Han Feifei with his hands and signaled Han Feifei to say less.

After all, Ye Fan is her husband. She can be fierce and resentful, but Qiu Mucheng feels a little uncomfortable when she scolds him.

"Sister Qiu, how did you speak for him?"

"You won't really be captured by this poor guy because of a ring, right?"

"He is just a poor country bumpkin, and I don't know what luck he left and got to know the powerful and powerful young master of the Shen family. But this cannot change the fact that he is a loser."

Han Feifei said disdainfully, perhaps because of her first impression, Han Feifei was disgusted from the bottom of her heart.

When Wang Hao saw that now, he finally saw some tricks and then smiled: "Brother Hao, it seems that you still have competitors. But your opponent is a bit unbearable."

Wang Hao laughed and then looked at Ye Fan: "Brother, can we be a little self-aware? I gave you a meal today for Brother Hao, so I didn't invite you, so please give up your seat."

While speaking, Wang Hao made an invitation to Ye Fan and signaled Ye Fan to leave.

Ye Fan looked at Wang Hao coldly, and said nothing. He chuckled and stood up and left: "Mu Cheng, I'm waiting for you next to you."

While speaking, Ye Fan also left the seat and reached an empty table next to him.

"Damn it, you're shameless?"

"I'll let you get out of this room!"

"A rustic guy, don't be upset here."
Chapter completed!
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