Chapter 213

The voice fell, and the audience at the bottom looked silly.

What is this operation? It's OK to run around after taking the stage. Now you're just caught and surrender without even starting?

I'm afraid it's not funny.

The woman held Ye Fan's collar tightly, with a trace of reluctance and anger in her eyes, and her face was even colder.

She finally caught a mistake of the loach and planned to teach him a lesson to relieve her hatred.

Who knows, this bastard surrendered without saying a word.

According to the rules of the martial arts convention, after surrender, the enemy is not allowed to start.

She could only watch the son of a bitch get up from the ground with a smile on his face, spread his hands, and said with a sly smile: "cough, well, I know you really want to hit me now, I'll stand in front of you. If you want to do it, just do it, and I promise not to fight back."

"Son of a bitch, don't let me meet you outside, or you will die miserably."

The woman glared at Ye Fan fiercely and loosened her arm with an unconvinced face.

"Hey, hey, it depends on whether we have fate." Ye Fan grinned and showed his contemptuous middle finger to the woman, then turned over and stepped off the stage.

At this time, he was happy and happy.

As long as he thought of the woman eating flat, he would laugh unconsciously.

"Master, why did you surrender?" Wu Guowei came over with a surprised look, and his tone was mixed with strong doubts.

"Let me make an analogy with you. You are a sixth grader. A first grader asks you to compete. Will you agree?"

Ye Fan turned his head without any explanation. He just looked at Wu Guowei and asked.

"No, if I really promise, I'll bully him a little too much."

Wu Guowei blurted out without thinking. At the moment he finished, he suddenly realized something.

His face became extremely stunned, and his eyes looked at Ye Fan with admiration.

"Good."

Ye Fan patted Wu Guowei on the shoulder with a smile, and then left the Wudao conference directly.

After leaving the competition site, Ye Fan contacted the painter and learned that he had started recruiting people and planned to further expand the company.

Some painters master the overall situation, but ye fan is relieved. There is only one thing that makes him resent.

That is the matter of red rose's acquisition of their equity, although he has warned the painter and Ye Hua.

But by the means of red rose, if you really want to solve this small matter, I'm afraid it's very simple.

Just then, he suddenly felt the constant vibration in his pocket. He picked up the screen and mewed.

It was found that wechat was a group of high school students who had not been used for a long time. The people inside knew whether they had a brain cramp or missed their feelings, and even held a classmate party.

Among the students, many people have promised.

Only Ye Fan, like a dead man, was kept by Aite without saying a word.

At this time, an eye-catching message was suddenly sent to the group. I saw the monitor of the original era send a satirical text message, and @ Ye Fan: "I remember Ye Fan seems to have married into a rich family. Now his life is very carefree. He has a bad stomach and likes to eat soft food."

"Lying in the trough, really? I didn't expect brother ye to break so much!"

"Yes, yes, I looked honest in class before. I didn't expect to have such a thick skin."

As soon as the news came out, the class immediately burst into a pot, one by one echoed with ridicule, and they all ate Ye Fan.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan frowned and replied: "yes, I married a rich family."

With that, he opened the group chat and was ready to leave the group completely.

After all, the former students inside had a disgusting face from top to bottom. He didn't want to go to the so-called classmate party at all.

He is either showing off his wealth or pretending to be forced. He disdains people.

However, as soon as he touched the red button, a message popped up: "Ye Fan, I think your parents have been unlucky for eight generations to give birth to you. They not only have the cheek to lick into the rich family, but now they don't even understand respecting teachers. Don't you know that today is teacher Zhang's 80th birthday?"

The person who sent this message is still the former monitor. Ye Fan doesn't know why he has to @ himself.

But it doesn't matter anymore. Since the monitor dares to insult his parents, he will have a good meeting with this boy.

Thinking of this, his eyes narrowed slightly and quickly made a sentence: "when and where?"

"At eight o'clock tonight, brilliant Hotel, see you or leave."

Brilliant hotel?

Ye Fan's mouth aroused a sneer. Isn't that the group of brother Huo?

Thinking of teacher Zhang, the disgust on Ye Fan's face instantly increased. This teacher Zhang is his former head teacher. It's no exaggeration to say that such a person simply doesn't deserve to respect teachers.

Mr. Zhang not only often receives gifts, but even looks down on the poor students in his class. When he sees the poor students, he either treats them coldly or laughs at them.

In the face of those students who often give gifts, he naturally greeted them with a smile.

Ye Fan remembers that once, because he overslept in the dormitory, he was ten minutes late when he arrived at the classroom. Then Mr. Zhang scolded himself.

After scolding, there are all kinds of hints. As long as ye fan gives gifts, the past, including today's lateness, can let bygones be bygones.

However, Ye Fan didn't send it. That is, since that time, the head teacher began to crack down on himself, either sweeping the floor or doing the dirtiest and most tiring work.

Therefore, he looked down on Teacher Zhang from the bottom of his heart, which is why he didn't want to take a look at this disgusting face even if the group was so busy.

After leaving the martial arts conference, Ye Fan returned home to rest. There were five hours before the students' gathering, so he was not in a hurry. He was ready to sleep first and meet the group after he had a comfortable rest.

Unexpectedly, his sheets were still warm. The door suddenly opened. With a trace of anxiety on her face, Huang Xinying turned her head and turned the cabinet in her house. She seemed to be looking for something. The movement was very big.

"Wife, what's the matter?" Ye Fan stands up from the bed with a puzzled face and looks at Huang Xinying and asks

"Husband, have you seen a black hard disk before? You still write the number five." Seeing ye fan, Huang Xinying hurriedly walked over and took his arm and said.

"No."

Ye Fan shook his head and said, don't mention the number of five. He hasn't seen a hard disk at home.