Chapter 166

After looking at the necklace carefully, the old man was completely sure that this was the gouache beauty.

Pink beauty with bright pearl leaves.

There is no doubt that anyone, even a arrogant woman like Ye Mingmei, will not take a $7 million Necklace seriously, but will treat it as his favorite thing.

Women, don't they all like jewelry?

But now this necklace appears in the hands of two people taking the bus.

Even if the old man thinks with his feet, he can think of the wrong way they got the necklace.

But what made him wonder was: let alone the Pearl, who could easily get this thing from ye Mingmei, even the whole China and even the world?

After listening to the old man say the origin of the necklace and the owner's name, a killing opportunity flashed in the goat's eyes.

Just as Lin Er threatened the donkey: you know too much.

The old man keenly caught the killing intention in the goat's eyes, but he didn't care much.

As the saying goes, a gentleman is honest. The old man has never done anything sorry for his conscience in his life. He has donated most of his income to charity, so he feels that God will not let him suffer an unfair fate.

Smiled, the old man returned the necklace to the goat: "why, don't you think I'm in danger to you?"

The goat took the necklace and said faintly, "Mr. Mingjian, after all, we can't provoke Ye Mingmei."

"Not necessarily."

I've never spoken. I cut in at this time.

The old man looked at him and looked at him up and down. He really couldn't see what was great about Fang Yuan. He wasn't afraid of Ye Mingmei.

"I stole this necklace from her."

Fang Yuan didn't hide anything. He politely said to the old man, "old man, I want to ask you a favor."

The old gentleman didn't expect Fang Yuan to tell him frankly. He was stunned and nodded: "say it."

"Can you get off and find a quiet place to say it carefully?"

"OK, go back dozens of meters to the station in front. It's a teahouse."

The old man agreed without hesitation.

The goat was ashamed of his fearlessness for death.

After all, it's about seven million dollars. Mingzhu's most arrogant and terrible woman seems that no one has reason to let this nosy old man go in order to protect herself.

The old man is right. After getting off the bus and returning dozens of meters, it is a teahouse.

The teahouse is not big, but the environment is very quiet. It seems that the old man has been here before.

After the old gentleman sat down, Fang Yuan put the necklace on the table and said, "old gentleman, you should know ye Mingmei and know her contact number?"

The old man looked at the square and said slowly after a moment, "you want me to tell her that this necklace is in your hand."

Fang Yuan thumbed up and sincerely praised the old man. Although he was old, his brain didn't turn slowly. He was much better than a goat, which knew how to fight, kill and do evil things.

The old man became interested: "aren't you afraid of killing yourself? Ye Mingmei has a very special position in the Pearl, with abilities you can't imagine. "

Fang Yuan picked up the tea cup and smiled disapprovingly: "if she could kill me, this necklace wouldn't be in my hand."

"What you said is very reasonable."

The old man looked around for a moment and then asked, "what do you want me to tell her?"

Fang Yuan said simply, "as you said just now, the necklace is worth $7 million. Although it is an auction price, not its actual value, I think she should agree to let her take out $2 million to buy the necklace back."

The old man smiled, "interesting -- steal her things and let her buy them back with money. Young man, you are so interesting. "

Ignoring the old man's sarcasm, Fang Yuan said to himself, "if she agrees, please ask the old man to let her put 2 million into the public charity account of sunshine orphanage."

"What?"

The sarcasm on the old gentleman's face disappeared in an instant.

Fang Yuan didn't speak. He drank tea in an unfathomable way.

The goat next to him looked at his bright eyes, just like looking at his beloved women.

To be honest, after learning that the necklace was unusual, the goat also had a headache: it's too famous stolen goods to sell.

But the method of square and round made him have a sudden sense of clearing away the clouds and seeing the blue sky: it was a young man with a good brain.

Both the old gentleman were moved by the lofty philanthropic spirit of Fangyuan.

Especially the old gentleman, who has dealt with Ye Mingmei many times, can definitely fully understand that the woman is an outlaw who has no king's law.

I can't afford it!

The old man can't imagine how dangerous it would be to steal such an unworthy existence.

That's why he couldn't believe that he would donate all his "profits" to the orphanage if he risked his life to steal the beauty of gouache.

The old man not only knows the sunshine orphanage, but also rolls money anonymously for many times.

But he didn't know that the president of sunshine orphanage was sitting opposite him.

After a full minute, the old man stood up.

Out of the Chinese tradition of respecting the old and loving the young, Fang Yuan had to stand up.

The old man gave him a very careful bow and a deep salute: "I thank you for those children."

Fang Yuan quickly humbled: "don't mention it, old gentleman -- robbing the rich and helping the poor is what every good man should do."

What ye Mingmei wants to do most now is to break a good man into pieces.

After thousands of broken bodies, they will never feed dogs. Instead, they soak them in bottles and put them in the hall as specimens, so that all those who come to her house can see what happens to those who dare to do right with her.

That bastard molested her in the interrogation room of the police station last night. She didn't say it, and stole her gouache beauty.

Yes, ye Mingmei didn't notice that Fang Yuan stole her gouache beauty.

But who else has a chance besides him?

Find him and tear him to pieces -- Ye Mingmei's biggest wish in her life had no shadow. A bodyguard called and told her that she had seen Fangyuan.

Boom!

Ye Mingmei heard the sound of her teeth, then raised her hand violently, swept all the things on the table on the ground, and said with a quack, "Fang, tell me what I should do to make you regret coming to this world?"

Harsh cell phone ring, tell her: it's a call.

Ye Mingmei, who was extremely angry, grabbed her mobile phone and was about to hit the ground, but saw the caller ID.

Mr. Gu, who is highly respected, is definitely one of the people Ye Mingmei still has a little respect for.

After taking a deep breath, ye Mingmei forced herself to quickly return to normal before connecting the phone: "Hello, Mr. Gu."

When ye Mingmei was on the phone, a man in her fifties came down the stairs.

When he saw what she had swept on the ground, he sighed secretly, but he didn't care.

However, when he came out of the bathroom, he saw his wife, known as the Pearl of a flower, slamming his cell phone to the ground.

With a bang, the mobile phone broke into more than a dozen pieces.

The chest under Ye Mingmei's tight black sweater fluctuated violently, as if to open her clothes, and her pretty face was like dripping blood - a sign that she couldn't control her anger.

The man frowned and returned to the bathroom.

Ye Mingmei jumped up, ran crazy behind the door, picked up a baseball bat standing behind and smashed it on the glass.

Clattering, clattering, the sound of constantly breaking things spread to the yard.

Those bodyguards who were patrolling back and forth immediately hid far away -- when the master lost his temper like this, she shot and killed a bodyguard two years ago because the male master talked back to her.

After smashing the living room decorated like a palace, ye Mingmei threw out the baseball bat, pinched her waist with her left hand, washed her hands and shouted, "Yan Chunlai, get out!"

Yan Chunlai, the male owner of the villa manor, walked out of the bathroom slowly with the kindest smile on his face: "Xiaomei, who made you angry?"

"I'm going to kill someone."

Ye Mingmei closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. When she opened her eyes again, her face miraculously recovered calm.

"Well, that man must die if he makes you so angry."

Yan Chunlai came up to Ye Mingmei, put his hand around her shoulder and asked softly, "is it the man who hurt Xiao Jun last night?"

Ye Mingmei leaned against her husband's arms and answered in a low voice: "you immediately send out all the forces you can to find that person. Today, before dark -- I want to live, I must let him come to me alive! "

As the goat said, Yan Chunlai's position in the pearl is the existence of the heavenly king Lao Tzu.

Who he wants to die, it's absolutely easy.

However, this does not mean that he can find the damn man from this metropolis with a population of tens of millions in one word.

"Xiaomei, for half a day, I can't..."

When Yan Chunlai said this sentence in some embarrassment, ye Mingmei suddenly opened her mouth and bit his heart.

When he hissed in pain, ye Mingmei threw him down on the sofa and began to tear his clothes like a crazy cheetah.

Yan Chunlai didn't resist, let alone remind her that it was in the living room. The door was still open and the bodyguards outside could see it.

He can only see that ye Mingmei needs to vent.

Whether men or women, the common way to vent is nothing more than crying, drinking, fighting and hitting your head against the wall -- however, in fact, the best vent is to do what men and women love to do.

Like Ye Mingmei, regardless of time and place.

Of course, I don't care about face.

That's the real arrogance, isn't it?

But it is a pity that Yan Chunlai has no arrogant capital... Especially when ye Mingmei took the initiative, he completely surrendered in less than 100 seconds.

"Waste, you are a waste!"

Ye Mingmei screamed like crazy, raised her hand and slapped Yan Chunlai's face.

Yan Chunlai, known as the heavenly king Lao Tzu in the Pearl, dare not have half a temper.

No matter how capable a man is outside, he hasn't satisfied his wife once after marriage -- then he can't raise his head and feel guilty.

Although Yan Chun will be in his fifties next year, in fact, his physical quality is quite good.

But some women seem to be born to test men's abilities... In literary terms, they have the function of "gifted".

"Waste!"

After scolding again, ye Mingmei ran up the stairs.

Yan Chunlai lay on the sofa for a moment and sighed heavily.

Alas -- two million, it's gone.

Fang Yuan sighed in her heart and smiled all over her face.