The richest man Yang Fei

"I'm done eating too. Let's go together."

Han Yiyi followed Yang Fei out of the hotel, Mouse and Ma Feng came out from the side like ghosts, and followed behind.

"Would you like a drink?" Han Yiyi asked when passing by a small bar.

"The bar opens so early?" Yang Fei smiled, "Okay, let's have a drink."

"There are many people who come to get drunk during the day. Moreover, there are commercial buildings around, and some people come to discuss business at noon. It is also very convenient to find a place to sit."

"You know this place very well."

"It's okay. To work here, one must be familiar with the surrounding environment."

"It seems that I'm the only one out of touch."

"Your class is different."

The two walked into the bar.

The bar is not big, just a bar counter, a few small tables, and a narrow staircase to go upstairs.

Han Yiyi ordered two bottles of beer and a fruit plate, and then went upstairs.

Yang Fei hesitated for a moment.

Han Yiyi turned her head, took his hand, and walked up.

Yang Fei coughed lightly, and couldn't help but look back.

The bar was very deserted, only a young man was in business, he was doing something with his head down, not looking this way.

Yang Fei followed Han Yiyi upstairs.

This is an attic, not too big, there are only three tables, each of which is surrounded by a sofa to form a small private room, and there is no one there.

Yang Fei said: "Have you been here?"

"Yup."

"one person?"

"Yup."

"This place? Aren't you afraid? A woman comes here to drink?"

"What are you afraid of?"

""

Han Yiyi let go of his hand, and the two sat down by the window.

She opened the window, and a slightly cold wind blew in.

After a while, the young man came up with a plate, put down two bottles of beer and a fruit plate, and went downstairs.

Han Yiyi brought a small bag, and she took out a book from the bag, put it on the table, and said with a smile: "I usually rest here at noon, drink some wine, and talk about it. If the company If there is anything, I can go back as soon as possible."

Yang Fei snorted, as if he had discovered another side of her.

"There's a dance hall in the back street." Han Yiyi didn't open the book today.

"Oh." Yang Fei suddenly thought that he had promised her before to ask her to dance, so he smiled and said, "Want to dance together at night?"

"Okay." Han Yiyi smiled sweetly, "Open at seven o'clock, um, after get off work, you can go shopping. The season is changing, I want to buy a skirt."

"In this weather, wear a skirt?" Yang Fei thought again, this is not the southern province, the white-collar beauties in Shanghai are very particular and avant-garde, they wear skirts in winter, let alone this cold spring day?

"I still think I look good in a skirt, what do you think?"

"Oh, yes." Yang Fei was a little absent-minded.

What Wang Sisi said just now made Yang Fei alert.

This kind of trader, he feels very hidden, but in fact the risk factor is extremely high, if he is not careful, Li Zhengyang and Li Yi may be involved.

I still have to think of a way to get rid of this case, otherwise, that Wang Sisi is sticking like brown sugar, and sooner or later something will be found out!

Suddenly the sound of the bar rang.

Coincidentally, the familiar melody sounded:

"Since I have loved

又 何 必 拥有 你

即使 离别

也 不 会 有 多难 过

午夜 里 的 旋律

keep repeating that song"

Yang Fei and Han Yiyi met each other's eyes, and both felt tenderness from each other's eyes.

Chapter 1423

Downstairs suddenly became lively.

Yang Fei turned his head and looked downstairs.

I saw a crowd of people across the street.

Yang Fei was sitting where he could see clearly.

A tall and strong man, with his upper body bare, wrapped his wrists and palms tightly with black and gray bandages. A piece of cloth was placed in front of him, and there were many words written crookedly on the cloth.

The strong man took out a beer bottle, put it on the ground, and smashed the bottle with a few punches.

The bystanders let out an exclamation.

"Yang Fei, is this true?" Han Yiyi asked, "The wine bottle is not a prop, is it?"

Yang Fei shook his head lightly: "Not necessarily."

The brawny man had a loud voice, spoke with a Central Plains accent, cupped his fists as a salute, and said, "Big brothers, comrades-in-arms, heroes, brothers and sisters, let me introduce myself first. My name is Liu Jinrong, and I just came out of prison..."

The melon-eaters on the sidelines exclaimed again.