Almighty is a real daughter, her vest has been torn down again

Mr. Feng did not admit or deny, he just smiled.

The meaning is self-evident.

"Mr. Fan, I won't force you to stay or go, and I don't intend to brag to anyone. The suburbs of Xijing are the last stand of the Feng family, and we will definitely do our best."

"As for that girl, the Feng family needs her. Since they know the value of her existence, they will not let her go easily."

After saying that, he stopped talking.

Mr. Fan sat there, falling into silence, not thinking about leaving.

Instead, he felt a little sympathy for the girl who was targeted by Mr. Feng.

After working together for so many years, he has learned a thing or two about this old man's methods.

He seems to be cautious in temperament, and he never says unpleasant words to people of any class. On the surface, he does things well, and there is not much criticism to be found.

The secret methods are not very clean.

It can be said that almost all the viciousness displayed by this child Feng Suyi can be found in Old Man Feng.

It's just that the difference between the grandfather and grandson is that one knows how to hide, and the other is stupid and has never been beaten by society. He is protected by his family and is not afraid of anything.

The girl was targeted, and the outcome was really unpredictable.

The most regrettable thing is that the Feng family only wants to snatch people away and doesn't care whether there is anyone in their family who is worthy of the little girl.

It really ruins people.

"Mr. Fan, we've arrived at the intersection of Qixi Road."

A sudden voice from the front brought him back to reality.

The barrier didn't know when to raise, and the driver shouted a reminder that the car was already passing by and stopped.

"Oh, thank you."

"Mr. Feng, thank you for giving me a ride. See you next time."

Mr. Feng smiled and nodded.

"You're welcome."

Mr. Fan pushed open the car door and stepped out.

The two sides looked at each other for a moment, and then moved away in a tacit understanding.

He closed the car door with some force, stood on the side of the road, and watched the car drive away.

A few minutes later, a black car approached and slowly stopped in front of him.

The rear door opened and someone was already sitting inside.

As he bent down to get into the car, he smiled and said:

"This group of people really did a big job today, Xiaoye, you guessed it right, the Feng family will soon kill themselves."

The man inside raised his head, revealing a handsome face.

It was clearly Situ Xinye’s face.

"Oh?"

As if telling a joke, Mr. Fan recounted what he saw and heard in the box just now.

"...can it be considered an unexpected gain? The research that you are interested in recently has been found. However, it is useless to find it. If it falls into the hands of the Jiang family, you can only watch."

However, the young man beside him seemed not to hear his words. He curled his slender fingers and gently tapped the car door frame with his fingertips.

Mr. Fan resisted the urge to reach out and shake it, and shouted.

"Ono?"

The young man adjusted his sitting posture slightly and gently supported his head with his fingers, making his posture look even more lazy.

He chuckled.

"Uncle Fan, are you saying that the Feng family wants to take action against the young lady of the Jiang family?"

Mr. Fan: "..."

After saying so much, you only listened to this sentence?

The minds of young people today are like needles in the sea, hard to fathom.

Obviously we haven't met each other a few times...

Let's say he doesn't like her, but he seems to be very interested in her every time he hears news about that little girl.

He said he liked her, but he didn't see any action. He was only busy with his own things every day, and he had no intention of changing his appearance.

"I think he has this plan, but the old fox didn't reveal much. He only said that he hoped we could help him." Situ Xinye nodded.

Mr. Fan: "?"

Then what? say something!

What does nodding mean?

The feeling of being hung up on his appetite was really uncomfortable. He was about to say something to urge him, but at this moment, a cell phone rang suddenly.

Situ Xinye’s mobile phone.

He took it out, looked at it, and casually clicked the answer button.

"Mr. Howard, why do you have time to call someone like me?"

The voice was still casual, but Mr. Fan keenly noticed that the young man's attitude had obviously changed.

It seems to have more sharp momentum.

He moved aside knowingly, not listening to what he said.

However, after Situ Xinye said the greeting, he said nothing more and listened quietly to the person on the other side of the phone.

The call was hung up in just over ten seconds.

Not even a closing word.

Mr. Fan continued the topic as if nothing had happened:

"What do you think? Should I help the Feng family deal with that little girl?"

Situ Xinye stuffed his phone back into his pocket and resumed his lazy posture again.

"Whether you want to help or not depends on how long Uncle Fan wants to live."

Mr. Fan: "..."

OK, got it.

Can't help, right?

After being speechless for a moment, his expression changed and he raised his eyebrows teasingly at the young man.

"What you said is obviously to help that girl!"

Situ Xinye said an ambiguous sentence:

"Uncle Fan, haven't you ever heard that the enemy of your enemy is your friend?"

Mr. Fan laughed out loud.

"When did you consider the Feng family as your enemy? I thought they had always been your prey."

The word "enemy" really elevates the Feng family!

No, it's not aimed at the Feng family.

There are not many people who can be regarded as enemies by this boy!

No, he got it out of him in just a few words.

There is a saying that is right, there are three things in the world that cannot be hidden, cough, poverty and love.

Well, although it's a bit early to say love now, I definitely have a good impression and care.

Situ Xinye didn't answer, and turned his face to the car window, pretending to refuse to talk.

Mr. Fan touched his chin and stopped when he was satisfied.

This distant nephew doesn't show a good temper. If he gets angry, he won't be able to withstand it.

He smiled and changed the subject:

"Would you like to go to a music exhibition with me this weekend? I remember that several of your favorite musicians will be coming."

Situ Xinye knocked on the car door frame and did not give an immediate answer.

"You have pretty much handled the assets that the Feng family has secretly sold off. The bidding project is already halfway through. Their family should be quiet for a while recently. You should relax appropriately."

There was silence in the carriage.

"Oh, by the way, you don't know, right? The composer and arranger of the song you have been playing at home for several years will also go to the music exhibition. I heard that she wrote the opening song, and she will accompany you on the spot, and maybe even I had the opportunity to meet a real person, and it is said that the music circle has spread the word that the composer is a very young girl, not much older than you."

The young man next to him visibly straightened up.

Mr. Fan suppressed his laughter and continued seriously:

"I heard that the opening music style this time is more passionate, which is not your type. How about forget it? It doesn't matter whether you go or not. Do you think I didn't say anything?"

The young man has turned his face back with a cold expression:

"Uncle Fan, I haven't said anything yet."

Mr. Fan thought to himself, “I still can’t cure you?”

"Okay, what do you say?"

The young man spoke lightly:

"It's not impossible to go and have a look when you have time." (End of Chapter)