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Seeing that there were guests at home, Wei Fan did not even pour them a cup of water. Li Xuancao smiled at everyone and went into the kitchen to bring two cups of tea.

This was the first time he had seen Xuancao owning a house, and it was a novel feeling that warmed his heart. The key point was that he felt that he had a lot of face. So Wei Fan introduced her proudly: "Old Su, this is Xuancao, my wife."

He thought that Xuancao was an expert of Wei Fan's level, so he bowed respectfully and said: "Greetings, senior." Su Miaohan also hurriedly stood up, but Xuancao was unable to react to the actions of the two.

Fortunately, he had received a similar treatment when he was out with Li Jianghai, so Xuancao's elegant smile covered up his surprise. Although she was confused, she did not plan to take the initiative to ask Wei Fan. Instead, he was waiting for this mysterious guy to tell his everything.

Looking at the jade materials on the table, she remembered that Wei Fan had said that he would look for someone to polish these jades. With regards to Su Yongzhi's identity, she had a rough idea.

Wei Fan's words proved to be her guess.

"Xuancao, Old Su is the most outstanding person in the circle compared to the Master Jiang we saw last time."

Peer is the enemy, especially the South and North workers in the artistic pursuit of there is a clear difference. Furthermore, the two of them had some disputes in the past, so Su Yongzhi did not participate in this topic.

The gap between him and an old man like Su Yongzhi was too wide, so Xuancao was obviously more interested in Su Miao Han. Facing Xuancao who was the same age as her, Su Miaohan's restraints also lessened. The two beautiful girls, who were similarly brimming with youthful energy, quickly found a topic. Knowing that Wei Fan had something that she couldn't say in front of him, Xuancao brought Su Miaohan to the small garden at the back of the house.

The moment Xuancao left, Wei Fan called out to him: "Old Su, Xuancao doesn't know about this, you better not leak it in front of her."

No wonder he couldn't feel any cultivation aura from that girl. Still pointing at the stone on the table, Wei Fan said: "Old Su, if I meet a good stone in the future, I will still let you process it. "Oh yeah, if you have a good channel, you can also help me sell it."

Could it be that the experts were lacking in money recently, Wei Fan immediately guessed their intentions when he said this.

Since experts did not want to accept his gift, he would not let them suffer a loss. In any case, Su Yongzhi had a wide range of channels, and his works were hard to find even in Asia.

After he finished saying what he needed to say, Wei Fan smiled and shouted towards Xuancao and the others who were swinging in the garden: "Come back! Let's go out for a big meal. "

Hearing that they had to eat a big meal, Xiaolan and Chang'e followed closely behind Wei Fan. Great God Chang'e's appearance naturally caused Su Yongzhi to be shocked again. Although he couldn't feel Chang'e's depth, he just didn't dare to look straight at her.

The big meal that Wei Fan was talking about was to take a bus downtown and find a stall.

The grandfather and grandson of the Su Family rarely had the chance to eat at such an occasion. Xiaolan and the others had even less to complain about. It was just because so many beauties had gathered at the roadside stall that the business was booming, making the boss laugh like a flower.

After dinner, the group of people strolled back home. Su Yongzhi still strongly requested to stay at the hotel, as he was not willing to stay there. Even if he was here, he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly! Old Su's heart was actually very weak.

Old Su carried his luggage and got on the car, but Su Miaohan was left behind by Chang'e and Xuancao.

Shopping required money, so Xuancao went into Wei Fan's embrace in a spoiled manner. After letting Wei Fan kiss her, she extended her small hand and said: "Good Master, give me some money."

It seemed like this girl had never asked him for money before. She also knew that the clothes she bought were not ordinary expensive. Who knew how long she would have to save up for the house! Therefore, Wei Fan said in pain: "Go look for our father!"

Li Xuancao revealed her true face. Riding on Wei Fan's body, her small fists rained down. After beating Wei Fan until she hurriedly begged for forgiveness, Xuancao said as a matter of fact, "Dad said that you're not allowed to ask him for money in the future. Besides, don't tell me you don't even have the money to buy clothes for me! "If you are so petty, I'll have to consider it properly …"

"You dare …"

The oppressed Wei Fan finally tried to retaliate. He fiercely stood up and pressed Xuancao under his body. A pair of demonic claws continuously swam around Xuancao's sensitive areas, and the clothes on Xuancao's body also gradually shrank, showing signs of turning into a little white sheep.

Facing such an attack, Xuancao could only beg for forgiveness with a charming expression. A few barely discernible moans but it was even more lethal, causing Wei Fan to fall without fighting.

How could it be so ridiculous in broad daylight? Su Miaohan and co. were still waiting outside the door! Xuancao used a plan, "Be good now! Will you come back tonight? "

In the end, after taking away the bank card from Wei Fan, Xuancao left the room with an unnatural flush on her face.

With regards to how Big Sister Xuancao didn't come out for such a long time, Xiaolan had already wanted to rush up to smelly uncle's door a long time ago. Fortunately, Chang'e and Su Miao Han held the Microsiren back with faint smiles on their faces.

However, when she saw that Xuancao's charming eyes were dripping water, Xiaolan was filled with righteousness again: "Big Sis Xuancao, smelly uncle bullied you? Why are your clothes all wrinkled? "

Recalling the feeling of that guy ruthlessly bullying him, Xuancao felt even more ashamed. Just as she was about to head out, Xiaolan refused to forgive him and wanted to get to the bottom of things.

"If you don't behave yourself, I won't buy you Hagen Das." Li Xuancao took out her killing weapon. Xiaolan bit her finger and did not dare to ask anymore.

In the midst of loneliness and emptiness, Wei Fan spent an entire afternoon. They were waiting for Xuancao to return from shopping and fulfill her promise!

The sky had been dark for a long time. Finally, the sound of the door opening came from downstairs.

Filled with anticipation, Wei Fan walked down the stairs to take a look. He only saw Xiaolan fawning over him as she POSE, "Uncle, are you here to welcome me?"

Ignoring this weird, crazy girl, Wei Fan asked Chang'e who was behind her, "Where's Xuancao?"

Chang'e said with a sorrowful tone, "Xuancao, Xuancao is home! It's only been a few hours and you're thinking about it again? "

With that, he ignored Wei Fan and brought Xiaolan back to his room.

If he was tricked, of course Wei Fan would not let it go. He went back upstairs, and used his own high grade mountain fortress, and sent Xuancao a message.

Inside Li Family Great House, Xuancao was wearing pink pajamas and lying on a similarly pink Princess bed. Seeing that Wei Fan had sent an emotional and responsible message, Xuancao could only reply with a smile, "Idiot, I came over with that one today."

That? Which one is that? Could it be a relative? Wei Fan was deceived, his heart was filled with sorrow, but he no longer believed in Xuancao.

Seeing that this guy was serious, Xuancao could only explain everything to him.

He finally understood what was going on. So she really was a very important "relative", but Wei Fan still didn't quite believe it. Xuancao didn't lie to Wei Fan this time, he directly replied her with a text message: Why don't I send the photo to you?

Wei Fan decided not to pursue this perverted matter anymore. However, he still replied weakly, "Anyway, you have to remember your promise."

As if she could imagine this fellow's aggrieved look, Xuancao put down her phone and went to sleep happily.

Yesterday, Wei Fan finally had a day of rest at home, but today, he had to do some serious work.

They took a taxi to the gate of the mysterious courtyard. The drivers of every city were truly well-informed people. When they were still some distance away from the courtyard, the seemingly simple and honest driver reminded them, "Lad, you're not allowed to enter from the front. Do you want to go back?"

He had arranged to treat Wan Yongqing today, so he was fine yesterday. Wei Fan even went online to look up some information on Wan Yongqing. Although they had almost all the information on the internet, looking at it from the internet, everyone had quite a good impression of this former high official.

There was still some distance between him and the vermilion house when the cheap taxi was stopped without a doubt. The driver wanted to turn around and leave in fear, but Wei Fan paid him and got off the driver's seat.

That night, Wan Yongqing personally sent Wei Fan out the door was really too shocking, so Wei Fan gave a deep impression to the guards.

Knowing that this young man was no ordinary person, the guards didn't dare to chase him away. Wei Fan smiled and said, "Old Gramps knows I'm coming today, how about you guys go ask around?"

This was enough for Wei Fan to enter, but the guards were still doing their work, so they stubbornly called the courtyard house. Then, a man dressed in a middle mountain attire hurriedly walked over to Wei Fan's side. He said respectfully, "Chief had long been waiting for Mr. Wei."

He then turned around and instructed the guards, "In the future, no matter when Mr. Wei comes, it won't be a problem." There was no intention of blaming the guards.

As he followed the man in the chinese tunic into the courtyard, Wei Fan also found out his name. As for his identity, Huo Guoze only said that he was Wan Yongqing's old subordinate.

Just like what Huo Guoze said, Wan Yongqing had long since been dressed in his casual clothes and was waiting for him in the courtyard.

Ever since the last time Wei Fan tried out his punches, Wan Yongqing had not gotten into any trouble and was able to sleep comfortably until dawn. This caused Wan Yongqing to be filled with confidence, no one wanted any part of him to be affected.

Wei Fan arrived a little early, and Wan Yongqing had also just woken up. Because his legs were healed, Wan Yongqing also picked up the Taiji Fist he learned when he was young.

Although Taiji Fist looked very slow, it still made Wan Yongqing sweat profusely after a series of dancing. Although he felt that he wasn't as smooth as those masters, he had achieved something, so Wan Yongqing asked Wei Fan: "Little Wei, what do you think about my Tai Chi Dance?"

Tai Chi Mythology actually didn't have much of an impact on Wei Fan. Just now, he was completely using a critical attitude to watch Wan Yongqing's Tai Chi.

Towards Wan Yongqing, Wei Fan did not need to flatter him, hence he honestly replied, "Not much."

When Wan Yongqing heard this, he froze. Even Huo Guoze, who was nearby, was shocked. Although the old leader was not angry because of a single word from a young man, he was after all a common man and still liked to be flattered.

After being silent for a long while, Wan Yongqing finally recovered and said: "Then, Little Wei, please advise."

Wei Fan waved his hand: "I don't know how to use taiji."

Huo Guoze was even more perspiring as he thought in his heart: Since you don't understand Tai Chi, then don't make random comments!

Wan Yongqing's face also changed.

Wei Fan then threw out another shocking sentence.

"Old Man, I'm not saying that you're not good at it. Rather, I'm saying that there are still a lot of ways to improve this Taiji Fist."

People who were slightly familiar with Taiji Fist knew that even if Taiji Fist wasn't created by the legendary Zhang Sanfeng, it only appeared in the Qing Dynasty. In addition, there were a few great factions within the country. Everyone said that they were orthodox, and there were also quite a few other small factions. In the end, which family was the most orthodox, Taiji? Even if they were orthodox, they wouldn't pass it down to outsiders.

Wan Yongqing's Tai Ji was also learned from a master teacher, if one were to investigate it, they would find out that it had a huge relationship with the Chen family's Tai Ji.

With his stubborn temper, Wan Yongqing wanted to see if Wei Fan was spouting nonsense. He cupped his hands and said respectfully to the people in the martial arts forest: "Then, Little Wei, please come out with a perfect set of Tai Chi."

Seeing that the old man was anxious, Wei Fan felt that it was interesting. Wei Fan said. "I'm not familiar with Tai Chi, but I can practice a fist art that is even better than Tai Chi."

Tai Chi myths have far-reaching consequences at home. Wan Yongqing did not believe that a young man like Wei Fan would be able to find a fist technique that was even better than Tai Chi.

Wei Fan was not afraid of the stage, he stepped onto it and closed his eyes.

Wan Yongqing and Huo Guoze watched in doubt. Suddenly, Wei Fan moved, and the entire courtyard's atmosphere changed. The two bystanders' expressions became serious.