Chapter 1915

Yan Qi's entourage took two boxes of money and put them on the table.

She stares at Mr. Fan like a fool.

Mr. Fan lives in London all the year round, and his skin is porcelain white. Apart from that, everything else is perfect.

"Lord fan, do you work in this bank?" Yan Qi asked.

Mr. Fan, dressed in a white shirt and tie, sat down behind the table solemnly: "madam, do you want to deposit everything in the bank?"

He is serious and unfamiliar. He talks to Yan Qi in a straight line.

Yan Qi reached out and pushed him: "Lord fan, it's me, Yan Qi - I have no conscience. I've made so many delicious meals for you."

Mr. Fan pursed his lips a little.

His hand on the table tightened, almost on the edge of losing control.

"Miss, this is the bank. We should follow the rules." Yan Qi's entourage couldn't see it any more and took the initiative to help fan.

Yan Qi sat upright.

She opened an account in her name, deposited a million pounds and got the checkbook.

The first time she used her checkbook, she was so surprised that she couldn't stop looking at it. The attendant said, "Miss, you can go." she stood up and followed the attendant.

Fan's jaw line is tighter.

The entourage thought of his young lady's enthusiasm, and put all her enthusiasm into the checkbook. He felt a little sorry for the gentleman.

Miss Yan's attention is not much better than goldfish's.

Until he got out of the bank, Yan Qi studied the checkbook thoroughly, and then he felt that he had forgotten something.

"Well?" She scratched her head.

The attendant whispered: "Miss, you forgot to say goodbye to that gentleman."

Yan Qi: "when she returned to the bank again, Mr. Fan disappeared.

"The head of the branch just went out," the staff told her

"I didn't see him go out." Yan Qi is at a loss. Didn't she just get to the door? Why is Mr. Fan missing?

The staff were embarrassed.

The attendant whispered again: "Miss, I'm probably very busy. It's not convenient to see you. Since you know where he works, it's good to meet him again when he's off work next time. "

Although Yan Qi's brain is relatively slow, he is still very kind-hearted and doesn't disturb other people's work.

She followed her entourage.

Behind the window on the third floor, people standing with their hands in their trouser pockets did not move, just like a sculpture.

All day long, he never left the window again.

He just stood and looked at the street view in the distance. He didn't know what he was looking forward to. It was like at the end of May, he was looking forward to - and then, nothing.

I've been disappointed not once or twice.

Slowly, the sun and shadow moved westward, and it was almost time to get off work.

He turned and simply cleared his desk to get off work.

As a result, he met Yan Qi in front of the bank.

Yan Qi stood in the way, smiling with a special flattery: "Mr. Fan, are you off work? I'm not disturbing you, am I? Would you like to have dinner together? It's my treat, or I'll make it for you

He nodded: "OK."

"I'll take you to my mom's restaurant and ask the chef to make the signature dishes for you," Yan said

He nodded again, "well."

Yan Qi remembers that Mr. Fan is not very talkative, but he always gets along well with others. He is very easygoing. He can eat whatever he wants and do whatever he wants. He never forces anything.

That's better than her brother.

She took Mr. Fan to her mother's restaurant.

When the hotel manager saw that the first lady was coming, he quickly asked the chef to make the first lady's table and ask for her favorite food, such as Hibiscus chicken slices, crab balls, crystal shrimp and braised pork.

Yan Qi sat down and ordered a few more dishes. The sales volume was very good, but she thought that ordinary dishes might have different tastes from her.

"Why did you come to work in Singapore?" Yan Qi asked her the biggest doubt.

She has been in London for a year and a half, and the person she knows most is probably Mr. Fan, because there are many times when she sticks to him.

She rents a house outside the school, and Mr. Fan lives upstairs. She joined the school's art club, and Mr. Fan is in charge. Once she came home too late and was robbed by others. Fortunately, nothing happened and she didn't dare to tell anyone. She went to a Chinese boxing house to study, intending to defend herself. Then Mr. Fan was the coach of that school.

In a word, besides attending classes, her spare time life is all about adult fan.

She is also very clingy. Generally, she can not be skinny and shameless, which is beyond the control of Mr. Fan.

She also heard that fan's family is doing a good job in England. They are doing a big business and will inherit the family business in the future.

Fan was one year older than her. After graduation, he did go to work, but he didn't move away and continued to teach in the boxing school.As for what his family does, Yan Qi seems to have inquired about it, but now he can't remember it at all.

Although his parents are all Chinese, Mr. Fan was born and raised in London. He has never heard of the relationship between his family and Singapore. Yan Qi never thought of his intention.

"... that bank, it's my family." Mr. Fan is concise and comprehensive.

"Don't you have many banks in your family?" Yan Qi asked.

"Well."

Yan Qi, "...

in fact, she can't keep up with her thoughts, and her question seems not to have been answered. Fortunately, Miss Yan is stupid. It doesn't matter who she is. She's so stupid that she can't understand it and let it go.

"Where do you live? I'm in school now. If you have time, will you teach me boxing again? " Yan Qi asked again.

Fan still nodded: "good."

It's a good temper, except for the cold character.

Yan Qi thinks that his father fan is a bit like the legendary ice and snow beauty - smart and handsome, talented, but not very talkative.

It's really cute to cheat frost and snow.

Yan Qi reached out and pinched his face.

Mr. Fan raised his eyes and looked at her quietly.

"Good pinch!" Yan Qi suddenly felt that his paw was about to cause trouble, which was not very interesting.

Mr. Fan: "Oh."

I'm not angry.

Every dish cooked by the chef is delicious. Mr. Fan is polite, but it doesn't mean he eats less. A table full of dishes, only 30% left. Mr. Fan's food intake is considerable.

"No wonder it's called a bucket. It's estimated that it's good to eat from a young age. Parents can take a cheap name to support themselves." Yan Qi thought.

She was satisfied to have a meal with Mr. Fan, knew the purpose of his coming to Singapore, and then completely left the matter behind.

The next day, she went to see Si yuzao and asked her how to spend money.

Yan Qi had a good life since she was a child. Her parents were extremely generous to her, and she had a cousin who could play in autumn. She had no idea about money, bought everything she should buy, and had no desire for material things.

"What do you want?" Si yuzao asked her.

Yan Qi thought: "plane. My brother has a private jet. "

Si yuzao:....

Mrs. Zhang originally came to persuade Miss Yan to spend money rationally, but she didn't want to be hooked by Miss Yan, so she suddenly wanted a plane.

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