Chapter 3

　　Ye Fan was in no hurry and dodged in a flash. The punch of the white-haired man just hit their own black Buick commercial car.

　　"Bang!" The white-haired man punched on the window glass and smashed the car glass directly.

　　The glass slag pierced his hand, causing blood to flow out. The white-haired man grimaced in pain and let out a cry of pain.

　　Ye Fan turned to the back of the white-haired man and kicked him in the back of the hind leg, just hitting the tendon of his leg.

　　"Ah!"

　　The white-haired man screamed, and one of his legs was painful and numb. He almost fell to his knees.

　　"You can't compete with him." The white-haired man gritted his teeth and turned around, throwing another punch at Ye Fan with his bloody fist!

　　But Ye Fan's foot had already been placed in front of the white-haired man. It seemed that he kicked him lightly on the face. The white-haired man's nose was bleeding, and there was a shoeprint on his face. Then he fell down.

　　"Boss!" The black-clothed men were stunned. The white-haired man was beaten so badly that he didn't even have the strength to fight back. How could he still be so embarrassed?!

　　A group of female employees, dormitory management elders, all watched with admiration, as if it was the first time they had known Ye Fan.

　　Ye Fan looked back at the two big men who were still holding Feng Yueying in their arms, and showed a cold and evil smile...

　　"Hey, aren't you going to send him to the hospital? What if he has a concussion?"

　　The two sturdy men shuddered, released Feng Yueying in disgrace, and ran to lift the white-haired man.

　　Four or five people hurried back to the car and soon drove the Buick away.

　　Feng Yueying felt relieved, as if she had collapsed. When she walked away, she found that her whole body was full of sweat. She was panting and sitting on the ground, and her heart was still beating fast.

　　"Minister Feng, are you okay?"

　　Feng Yueying looked up and saw Ye Fan's harmless and honest smile, as if the man with a cold and evil smile was not a person at all.

　　Somehow, Feng Yueying found that the man in front of her seemed to be wearing a mask, and she couldn't see the real him at all. What was it?

　　"Who the hell are you?" Feng Yueying murmured.

　　Ye Fan blinked his eyes and laughed heartily. "I'm Xiao Ye, the maintenance workers here. Didn't I go to Minister Feng's house to repair you two times?"

　　Feng Yueying gave him a complicated look and knew that she couldn't ask anything. She sighed, but still said sincerely, "Thank you, Ye Fan. If it weren't for you, I would have been in big trouble today."

　　"Nothing, it's not a big deal." Ye Fan smiled and reached out his hand. "Minister Feng, let me help you get up. The ground is hot under the sun, and it's easy for you to have diarrhea if you sit on it for a long time."

　　"Where did you hear that?" Feng Yueying blushed. This young man was so straightforward.

　　After hesitating for a while, she put her white tender hand on Ye Fan's hand.

　　Feng Yueying's figure was quite plump, her hands were not thin, and her grip was very comfortable.

　　Just as he was about to pull the woman up, he heard Feng Yueying's blackened eyebrows furrowed and she let out a soft cry.

　　"What's wrong?"

　　"My foot... seems to have been sprained." Feng Yueying looked like she was in pain, and I still felt sorry for her.

　　Ye Fan looked at her left foot. The heels of her high heels were broken. It was obvious that she was injured when she was struggling just now.

　　"Minister Feng, let me carry you. It will hurt even more if you walk by force." Without saying anything, Ye Fan bent down in front of Feng Yueying.

　　"This... this is inappropriate." Feng Yueying's face turned red. She had never been carried by any other man except her father since she was a child.

　　Ye Fan smiled indifferently and said, "It's okay. I have good physical strength and I can carry you on my back."

　　Feng Yueying burst into laughter and said, "You said it as if I was very heavy..."

　　Although Feng Yueying felt strange in her heart, she couldn't think of other ways. She couldn't ask other girls to carry her, so she lay on Ye Fan's back.

　　Feng Yueying, with her red lips pressed together, lowered her head and did not dare to look at the eyes of the people next to her.

　　Several female employees and dormitory management elders around them smiled ambiguously. After all, it was the first time that they saw Feng Yueying so shy.

　　They took the elevator to the 26th floor. The higher the floor of the apartment building was, the higher the level of the person they lived in, and the more exquisite the room was.

　　Compared to a minister like Feng Yueying, she lived alone and more than 100 square meters, which made her comfortable to live.

　　As soon as she opened the door and entered the room, there was a faint smell of perfume.

　　Ye Fan put Feng Yueying on a gray European-style cloth sofa. Seeing Feng Yueying biting her lips with a painful look, Ye Fan asked, "Minister Feng, is it very painful?"

　　"Alas, I don't know why, but it hurts more and more. In the next two days, there will be several important meetings. This is troublesome..." Feng Yueying's face was full of sadness.

　　Ye Fan thought for a moment and said, "Would you like me to show it to you?"

　　Feng Yueying was about to thank Ye Fan and send him away when she heard Ye Fan's words. She couldn't help but wonder, "You know how to watch?"

　　"I know the technique of falling down to heal. Maybe it will help you to be faster," Ye Fan said with a sincere smile.

　　Feng Yueying remembered that this man seemed to know a little martial arts. Maybe he really knew some Chinese medicine treatment. Seeing that Ye Fan was so sincere, refusing might hurt his good intentions.

　　"Then... well, sorry to trouble you." Feng Yueying's voice was a little nervous. It was a man and a woman, which made her tightly pursed her red lips.

　　Ye Fan sat on the carpet and took off his broken high heels.

　　Because it was summer, after a busy day, Feng Yueying inevitably sweated on her feet, but the beauty was a beauty, and there was no odor after sweating.

　　After waiting for a while, Feng Yueying found that Ye Fan kept his head down and did not make any movement. She could not help but wonder, "What are you looking at?"

　　Ye Fan smiled and said, "Nothing. It's just that Minister Feng's feet are so beautiful that I can't help but take one more look at them."

　　It was okay if he didn't say anything, but when he said it, Feng Yueying suddenly said coyly, "Little hooligan, it turns out that you are so naughty. I didn't see it before..."

　　Ye Fan was not embarrassed. "Gentlewoman, a gentleman is so mean. I am a man. When I see beautiful women, I will definitely like them. This is just a normal reaction. You can't blame me.

　　If you want to blame it, you have to blame Minister Feng for your beauty..."

　　"All right, all right! Don't say that!" Feng Yueying's face was like a ripe peach. She turned her head and muttered, "I just said one sentence, but you just said so many sweet words. Where did you learn it..."

　　Ye Fan said seriously, "It's not from learning. It's from the bottom of one's heart. It's from the bottom of one's heart. Minister Feng..."

　　"You... If you say it again, I'll be really angry!" Feng Yueying felt a little strange when a man called her feet. Her heart was beating fast and she said that she was angry, but her tone was soft and weak.

　　All of a sudden, Ye Fan let go of the woman's foot. He stood up and said, "Alright, Minister Feng, let's go and have a try."

　　Feng Yueying was stunned for a moment and slowly came to her senses. "It's all right?"

　　She did not notice that Ye Fan had already pinched her ankle for a while while while while they were talking.

　　"If Minister Feng wants me to pinch him for a little longer, I won't have any objections," Ye Fan said.

　　"No... no." Feng Yueying shook her head repeatedly. She carefully put her feet on the ground and then got up.

　　He took two simple steps. Although his feet still hurt a little, it basically didn't affect him anymore.

　　Feng Yueying looked at Ye Fan in surprise. "It's really cured! How did you do that?"

　　Ye Fan said with a simple smile on his face, "It's nothing special when I'm comfortable with my muscles and bones."

　　"In my opinion, if you don't take care of your health in the future, you can work as a Chinese medicine practitioner." Feng Yue smiled and said, "Thank you very much. You've helped me a lot today."

　　Ye Fan said frankly, "It's not a big deal. Minister Feng, if there's nothing else, I'll go to fix the air conditioner first."

　　Feng Yueying was grateful. She knew that it was not a simple thing to stand up against the White Shark Gang, and Ye Fan had to bear a lot of risks.

　　"Ye Fan, we have known each other for a long time. Don't call me 'Minister' anymore. You are not a member of our company. You don't have to call me that..." Feng Yueyin said.

　　"Okay, then I'll call you Sister Yueying? Is that okay?" Ye Fan asked with a smile.

　　Feng Yueying's face turned red. In fact, she just wanted to call her "Sister Feng". But when Ye Fan directly called her name, she was too embarrassed to refuse.

　　"Well, it's okay," Feng Yueying said. Then she went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of ice water and handed it to Ye Fan. "It's hot. Drink some water and go to fix the air conditioner."

　　Ye Fan didn't stand on ceremony and took over the mineral water. "Sister Yueying, you really doted on people. Whoever marries you will be blessed."

　　The relationship between them changed with the change of address. It seemed that they had become closer. Feng Yueying rolled her eyes at him and said, "You'd better make fun of me. If I can't get married, I'll blame you."

　　"No problem. I'm also single. That's great." Ye Fan blinked his eyes.

　　Feng Yueying was completely helpless. Her pretty face turned red and she said, "You... you only know how to flirt with my sister. Hurry up and leave after drinking. I'll leave you alone!"

　　Ye Fan didn't expect that this beautiful minister would blush so easily in private. He thought it was interesting, but he just wanted to tease her. He didn't want to be insatiable. Then he said goodbye to Feng Yueying and walked out of the room.

　　After Ye Fan left, Feng Yueying's face showed a worried look. Although nothing happened today, she didn't know what to do if Wang Jiu sent someone here again.

　　"It seems that... I have to go on a business trip to avoid tomorrow when I'm done with my work." Feng Yueyin was full of worries, with a faint fear on her face.

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　　An hour later, Ye Fan, who had finished repairing three air conditioner, took the money from Auntie Zhao and walked out of the apartment.

　　Ye Fan touched his belly. He had to find a place to have dinner.

　　But just as he was about to take the bicycle, Ye Fan found that behind the two flower beds at the entrance of the apartment, there seemed to be several sneaky figures standing behind them. They were looking at the apartment from time to time.

　　Ye Fan frowned. Without thinking, he knew that it was the man sent by the Ninth Master Wang to keep an eye on Feng Yueying. He did not give up on Feng Yueying's beauty.

　　Logically speaking, it had nothing to do with him, but Feng Yueying, a good girl, had a good heart. It was not easy to fight in the big city for so many years. It was not very tolerant for such a delicate flower to be raped.

　　Ye Fan took out a pair of red double happiness, picked up one, and walked to the three gangsters.

　　"Dude, are you on fire?" Ye Fan asked with a polite smile.

　　A yellow-haired gangster glanced at him contemptuously and said, "Who the hell is it? Get out of my way!"

　　"Your quality is too low. You can only blame yourselves for being beaten."

　　Ye Fan sighed, raised his hand and punched at Yellow Hair's face as fast as lightning!

　　"Ouch!" Yellow Hair screamed and was directly knocked to the ground.

　　The other two punks were dumbfounded. This poor guy, how could he be more rude than them? He started to attack as soon as he came up?!

　　The two of them immediately wanted to fight back, and they waved their fists at Ye Fan from both sides.

　　But Ye Fan didn't even look at them. He took a step forward and just dodged the two fists. Then he turned back and kicked the two gangsters on their butts.

　　The two gangsters didn't find out why they were missing. They fell down directly, and both of them fell on the ground. They cried out in pain.

　　At this moment, Yellow Hair endured the pain and got up. He kicked Ye Fan crazily, but his leg was blocked by Ye Fan's arm in mid-air. It was as if it was going to break!

　　"My legs!" Yellow Hair cried out in pain and fell to the ground. He was about to cry with his arms around his calf.

　　Ye Fan stepped on another gangster who was about to get up. He bent down and took out a lighter from his pocket and lit his own cigarette.

　　Ye Fan took a sip and exhaled a puff of white smoke. Then, he looked coldly at the three trembling guys.

　　"It's so hard to borrow a fire. If we can take it out earlier, there won't be so many things left."

　　Yellow Hair and the other two figured out that the young man was a martial arts practitioner. People like them who pretended to be vicious and fat were no match for him at all, so they had to admit defeat.

　　"Big brother, we're just following orders. Please spare us. My legs are almost broken..." Yellow Hair laughed with an ugly smile, which was uglier than crying.

　　Ye Fan was in no mood to argue with them. "Don't let me see you again."

　　The three people, including Yellow Hair, seemed to have been granted amnesty. They nodded hard, got up and limped to escape immediately.

　　When the three of them ran away, Ye Fan happily put the white lighter into his trouser pocket. Then he looked back at Jinxiu Apartment and frowned.

　　Although the three gangsters had been beaten away, Wang Jiu would send people to attack Feng Yueying sooner or later. It was impossible for him to stay here all the time.

　　After hesitating for a while, Ye Fan took out his mobile phone and dialed a number...

　　"Sister Ning, I'll go to your place for dinner... Yes, don't make it too complicated. Just make it simple... Don't pick me up. I'll ride over."

　　After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan got on the bicycle. With a cigarette in his mouth, he hummed a tune and headed for Green Mountain Lake in the northern suburbs of the city.