Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Fan Xiaozheng looked up at her, "Did I prevent you from talking?"

Ye Liangrou frowned, "You are like this, I can't talk about business."

He could feel the man's half-smile expression. Even if she took the initiative to look for him today, her attitude since entering the door was even more indifferent than before.

[Do you know why she returned to the capital this time? 】

[It's really not for you. 】

Wen He's choice of two words was very successful, but at this moment Fan Xiaozheng's seemingly smiling eyes were filled with a dark layer of displeasure.

He stood in front of the sofa, bent down just enough to cover the woman in the sofa with his broad body.

With her long arms on her sides, her thin lips parted slightly, "You don't know what's going on with me, and that's what really makes you unable to talk about business?"

Ye Liang didn't seem to react.

But she could hear displeasure and a slight sarcasm in his tone.

Seeing that she didn't respond, the man really twitched the corners of his mouth and raised his voice, "Are you implying that I want to kiss you?"

Her soft brows tightened all of a sudden.

The man snorted, "Otherwise, why would I prevent you from talking about the business? Don't you need to talk about it? I thought you were implying me."

After Ye Liang realized it, she stared at him with cold eyes angrily, and then smiled angrily.

"Did Mr. Fan not have a good time at Xinhuan's place? As soon as we met in the morning, he was free to find trouble, and he talked about words."

When it comes to Xinhuan, it naturally refers to Pavian.

When Fan Xiaozheng mentioned this person, he seemed irritable, but she was able to mention it, on the surface it was because she minded and cared.

Unfortunately, before he wanted to say anything, she smiled and said: "Since this is the case, then I will change it and hurry up. I will leave after finishing the business. I won't delay Mr. Fan for a few minutes."

With that said, she took her bag.

Looking at him again, he suddenly asked: "Xingchen Bay, the villa of my grandfather's house, was Mr. Fan photographed for 2000 million yuan?"

She thought about it for a while, and said, "If you resell it, you can earn at most a few million, and if you add decoration, 3000 million should be the top."

Fan Xiaozheng knew that she would not say this for no reason.

Then she saw that she took out a card and handed it to him, "The amount is just right, when will Mr. Fan be free, please go through the relevant procedures?"

The man glanced at the card for a second, then returned to her face.

His eyes became more and more gloomy, and his voice was cold, "When am I going to sell?"

He took her to see the outdoor kitchen that was installed, and communicated with her in other aspects. The villa was naturally given to her.

Now she wants to buy it from him?
What, want to draw a line?

Ye Liang smiled lightly, and looked around for a week, "Mr. Fan lives in such a high-end mansion, Xingchen Bay is at most used for investment, why not sell it?"

The man's thin lips pursed slightly.

Keeping that posture, staring at her, "If you talk about other things, you can continue. If you ask me for money again, don't blame me for being rude."

She raised her eyes slightly, and kept smiling lightly to meet the man's black eyes that were almost dripping with coldness.

I can only keep it, soft lips: "If the price is not suitable...?"

"Are you provoking me?" The man's cold words interrupted her turning a blind eye to herself.

She hooked her jaw with one hand, "Why, you think that Guan Yumin has fallen, you are really capable, and then you are bound with Wen He as one and ready to deal with me?"

The man's thin lips approached dangerously, "So you want to draw a line with me?"

He tightened his fingers on her chin, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't think about it."