The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

"My parents are dead."

When Ye Feng was wondering whether he should ask or not, he heard Han Xiaofei suddenly say such a sentence in a calm tone.

Perhaps it was because she had been crying for a while now, but at this time Han Xiaofei had completely recovered her composure. Even if it was a topic that made her cry outright, when it was brought up again at this time, her expression was only calm.

Calm enough to make people feel the slightest chill.

Hearing Han Xiaofei's words, Ye Feng first thought of someone: "Is your father the second son of Han Zhongtian?"

According to the Han family's information, Han Zhongtian has three sons and two daughters. The best of them is the second son, Han Fei.

However, just five years ago, at the beginning of Han Zhongtian's retreat, the Han family suddenly heard the sad news that Han Fei and his wife died suddenly in the suburbs. The cause of death is still unknown.

Seeing that Ye Feng guessed her father's identity, Han Xiaofei was not surprised, but nodded quietly.

Han Fei five years ago was so outstanding that many people in the outside world knew that there was a Han Fei in the Han family. It is not surprising that Ye Feng would know.

Knowing the death of Concubine Han's parents, Ye Feng sighed softly, and said comfortingly, "My condolences!"

By now, he can probably guess why Han Xiaofei was sent here.

Most likely, it was because both of his parents died, and he had no support in the Han family, so he was regarded as a sacrifice by Han Hai to curry favor with Mida.

Such a fate is very sad, but it is very realistic, especially for Han Hai, who is doing everything for his own benefit, it seems even more commonplace.

On the contrary, Han Xiaofei accepted the status quo so calmly, which made people even more surprised.

Perhaps out of sympathy for what happened to Han Xiaofei, Ye Feng did not choose to let her stay, but waved his hand and said: "Okay, you don't need to take care of this place, you go back!"

It was originally a good intention, but after hearing this, Han Xiaofei showed a trace of fear and said in horror: "Why? Is it because I am not good enough?"

Mi Da also became anxious: "Boss Ye, you are not a womanizer, and you can't cut off other people's good deeds! Do you really want to share a room with me tonight?"

Mida forcibly put on a look of grievance, which is a bit funny to watch, but it also makes people feel surprised.

Before coming, Han Xiaofei knew that the main target of her trip was Grandmaster Mi, a peak martial arts master who was stronger than Han Hai.

After coming, she also figured out who Master Mi was in the shortest time.

However, after this brief contact, she was surprised to find that the dominance of the two had always been that unattractive man, and Mi Da's attitude towards this man was almost suspicious to the point of respect.

This made Han Xiaofei also start to be curious about Ye Feng's identity, and what kind of character this man who could make even a top master bow his head is.

"Boss Ye, this is all delivered to your door, don't waste it!"

Mida is still trying to persuade Ye Feng: "Besides, people and beauties are willing to dedicate themselves, so what kind of concubine? You say yes!"

Seeing Mi Da suddenly turn to her, Han Xiaofei froze for a moment, then hesitated for a while, then nodded and said: "I'm fine."

Hearing this, Mida looked at Ye Feng excitedly, as if saying, now you have nothing to say!

Seeing this, Ye Feng, who originally wanted to do something good, also seemed a little helpless. After staring at Han Xiaofei for a while, he suddenly said: "Han Xiaofei, I will give you three choices. You can turn your head and go back now, or stay in this room. Or... follow me to the next room."

After finishing speaking, Ye Feng walked out on his own, and when he passed by Han Xiaofei, he said softly, "Choose yourself!"

With three choices in front of her, Han Xiaofei immediately hesitated.

Of course, she would definitely not consider the first choice.

Since Han Hai has sent her here, he wants her to complete the task. If he goes back now, the fate he will face will definitely not be better than staying here tonight.

But to make a choice between Ye Feng and Mida, Han Xiaofei felt a little difficult.

According to Han Hai's instructions, she should stay in this room. After all, Mida is the pinnacle master and the object of Han Hai's favor, and Ye Feng, from the old housekeeper's words, she knew that Ye Feng was no better than him. It's just a martial artist at the early stage of inner strength.

However, what happened in the room just now made Han Xiaofei feel instinctively that Ye Feng shouldn't be just a martial artist at the early stage of inner strength. If he really only has the early stage of inner strength, how can he be able to hold down Mida.

After hesitating for a while, Han Xiaofei suddenly gritted her teeth, bowed to Mi Da's desperate eyes, and followed Ye Feng straight away.

In the room, watching this scene, Mida fainted on the ground in anger, and was still muttering the allegorical words he had just learned: "The cooked duck flew away."

At the door of the No. [-] attic, Ye Feng looked a little surprised by Han Xiaofei who followed up.

Under normal circumstances, the stronger Mida is obviously a better choice for Han Xiaofei. After all, he is also a middle-aged man now. In terms of appearance, he will not be younger than Mida.

"Aren't you staying with Grandmaster Mi?"

Han Xiaofei shook her head, and said firmly, "I trust my intuition, sir, you are the better choice."

Hearing this, Ye Feng didn't ask any more questions. He called Han Xiaofei here, and he didn't have any other extravagant intentions. All he did was to look at Han Xiaofei's pity and wanted to give her a resting place.

As for how Han Xiaofei chooses, it is completely out of his control.

Seeing that Ye Feng stopped talking, Han Xiaofei took the initiative to ask: "Sir, can you tell me your name?"

Until now, Ye Feng has never mentioned her own name, so Han Xiaofei has no choice but to address her as 'Mr.'.

This kind of address, coupled with Han Xiaofei's ancient costume, has a somewhat time-traveling mood.

"Ye Thirteen!"

Ye Feng replied lightly.

He hasn't reached the point where he will report his real name just because he is pitiful, which will increase the risk of the mission.

Although Han Xiaofei is a poor person so far, who can guarantee that this will not be a pawn that Han Hai placed beside them.

Having done missions abroad for several years and experienced too many conspiracies and schemes, Ye Feng's nerves are always relatively sensitive.

Hearing the name Ye Feng reported, Han Xiaofei was a little taken aback, wondering in her heart: Are there still names named after numbers?It can't be a pseudonym, can it?

Thinking about it, this is naturally impossible to say.

Of course, if Ye Feng knew that Han Xiaofei had guessed the pseudonym he gave in an instant, he wondered if he would sigh, women's intuition is really terrifying.