Chapter 1230: You are not worthy!

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Hearing that voice, Song Wanqing's eyes lit up and she immediately looked at the source of the voice.

I saw a tall and tall figure standing seven or eight meters away. His appearance was slightly immature. It looked less than twenty, but it revealed a strong aura invisibly.

"Xiao Fan!"

After seeing his looks, Song Wanqing couldn't help but exclaimed, but she felt an unreal feeling in her heart, as if she was in a dream.

She never expected that she would meet her sweetheart in this situation.

On the other side, Ye Fan was also taken aback. I don't know why Song Wanqing appeared here.

At this moment, the brother-in-law who was holding Song Wanqing's collar gave Ye Fan a vicious look and threatened: "Smelly boy, don't be nosy, get out! Otherwise, you won't be able to eat!"

As he said, he yanked Song Wanqing inside.

Seeing this scene, although Ye Fan didn't know what happened, he also saw that Song Wanqing was in danger.

In the next moment, Ye Fan's gaze was like a divine sword overwhelmed by thorns, piercing directly at the young man, and coldly said: "If you don't want to die, immediately let go!"

Ye Fan's voice contained an irresistible will and was overbearing.

"Boy, what kind of thing are you dare to follow like this--"

The son's brother was halfway through his speech, and his voice stopped abruptly, as if his throat was stuck with a fishbone, and he couldn't say a word anymore.

The next moment, his face was pale and bloodless, his hairs stood up, his waistcoat was completely soaked in cold sweat, his body trembled involuntarily, and he grasped the hand of Song Wanqing's back collar, which was also loose.

For some reason, Ye Fan, who was inconspicuous in front of him, brought him an unprecedented pressure, invisibly as if a big hand squeezed his heart fiercely, almost suffocating.

He even had an illusion, as if Ye Fan in front of him could take his life with just one thought.

"Ants!"

Ye Fan said lightly, and then reduced his momentum.

Immediately, the brother-in-law felt his chest loosened, but his face still showed an undecided look, as if he had walked before the ghost gate just now.

After getting out of trouble, Song Wanqing immediately rushed to Ye Fan's side, surprised and happy, stretched out a slender hand to grasp the corner of his clothes, and asked extremely excitedly: "Xiao Fan, is it really you?"

"Of course! Wanqing, what trouble have you encountered?" Ye Fan asked.

Song Wanqing heard the words and was about to speak, but there was a rush of footsteps behind.

Xi Manqing, Cao Minghui and the other brothers finally arrived.

"No! Xiao Fan, run!" Song Wanqing took Ye Fan's hand and wanted to rush to the door.

Unexpectedly, at this time, more than 20 security guards rushed in from outside the club and blocked the door. This was obviously instructed by Xi Manqing on the phone.

"Huh! How can it be so easy to run?"

Xi Manqing sneered and walked ahead, staring at Song Wanqing fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Little bitch, you dare to pour me red wine. I don't know how to live or die. Today I will let you take off a few layers of skin!"

Hearing this threat, Song Wanqing's face was pale and her body trembled.

Upon seeing this, Ye Fan patted her shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Wanqing, don't worry! With me, no one can move a finger of you!"

Although Ye Fan's voice was not loud, there was a convincing power that gave Song Wanqing a strong sense of security, as if he would not be afraid of the sky as long as he was by Ye Fan's side.

"Boy, do you want a hero to save the United States, and don't weigh your strength? There are so many of us, and we can drown you with one spit!" Xi Manqing said coldly.

"Miss Xi, this guy is very wicked, he is weird, maybe he is a practicing family!" The younger brother who was frightened by Ye Fan before said tremblingly.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Xi Manqing raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Fan carefully.

After a while, she realized something was wrong.

Although Ye Fan dressed up as ordinary, but invisibly revealed the aura of a superior person, definitely not an ordinary person!

For a while, Xi Manqing was a little bit unsure of Ye Fan's identity. She was afraid of kicking the iron plate, and said: "I am Xi Manqing, the eldest lady of the Xi family. I advise you not to be an enemy of our Xi family!"

She thought that she was reporting her family, and she thought that this would make Ye Fan daunting and throwing rats away.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Ye Fan shook his head and said coldly: "What **** Xijia, I haven't heard of it!"

Hearing this, Xi Manqing, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, immediately exploded his hair and said: "My grandfather is the head of the China Ministry of Finance! You have never heard of the Xi family, you are too ignorant!"

"Cut! I am embarrassed to show off this identity? It's really half a bottle of water sloshing!" Ye Fan said with disdain.

"What a big tone! Boy, who are you, and which family are you from?" Xi Manqing said angrily.

"Only you, don't deserve to know my identity!"

Ye Fan's tone was plain, without any waves, as if he was explaining something natural and righteous, and he didn't put the Xi family in his eyes.

The more so, the more annoying.

"What about me? My dad is the president of Huaxia Bank!"

At this time, Cao Minghui stood up.

He knew that at this time, he had to stand aside with Xi Manqing, otherwise, the marriage between Xi and Cao's family might be dysfunctional.

More importantly, he saw Song Wanqing showing such affection to Ye Fan, and he was jealous and extremely angry. It was inevitable that he wanted to take this opportunity to kill Ye Fan's power.

"Still unworthy!"

Ye Fan looked at Cao Minghui coldly.

Hearing this, the eyes of the many young masters in the field looking at Ye Fan showed a strange look.

In their view, the two Xi and Cao families are a powerful alliance. The combination of the head of the Ministry of Finance and the president of Huaxia Bank almost controls the entire financial circle.

Among the younger generation of Yanjing, it is not that there are no top youngsters who can surpass these two, but they are also very few. There are only a handful of them, but there is no such figure as Ye Fan!

At this time, another person took a step forward and stared at Ye Fan and said, "My dad is a director of HSBC, what about me?"

"Not worthy!" Ye Fan said coldly.

"My dad is the director of the Development and Reform Commission, what about me?"

"Not worthy!"

"My dad is the president of Wang Group, what about me?"

"Still unworthy!"

At the end, Ye Fan glanced at the audience and said solemnly: "You all add together, you don't deserve to know who I am!"

...

As soon as this remark came out, it was like a nine-day thunder that exploded in the court.

Xi Manqing, Cao Minghui, and many other brothers showed incredible expressions on their faces, as if auditory hallucinations appeared, and they couldn't believe their ears.

mad!

It's crazy!

They never expected that Ye Fan would dare to speak wild words and speak wildly.

I don’t know how long it took, Xi Manqing took the lead to recover, and yelled: "Smelly boy, I thought you had some background and identity, but now it seems that you are a lunatic with conjecture!"

"That's right! It's too exaggerated!" Others echoed.

"This TMD regards himself as the grandson of No. 1 Chief?"

Facing the cynicism and sarcasm of everyone, Ye Fan didn't change his face, his expression was as usual, and then he said something shocking:

"Well frogs can't talk about the sea, summer insects can't talk about ice! How can you ants know how good I am? Let alone you, even your Laozi doesn't deserve to know my identity!"

"presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

"court death!"

When the group of young masters heard the words, they were furious, and clenched their fists, as if they were going to rush to beat Ye Fan in the next moment.

At this moment, there was a big laugh from inside the club: "Ahahaha...I haven't seen such a crazy guy for a long time! Boy, you look down on them, what about Ben Shao?"

Hearing this voice, everyone in the venue turned their heads, and a 25-year-old man walked out.

Looking into the distance, I saw his magnificent tools, sword eyebrows and star eyes, bright eyes, a straight nose, sharp facial features, and a spring breeze. He wore an antique Patek Philippe watch on his left wrist, which was invaluable and revealed extraordinary taste.

Between his gestures, he wore unparalleled extravagance, which was better than Xi Manqing.

Compared with him, the other brothers are virtually a bit shorter.

After seeing his appearance clearly, Cao Minghui, who had just been survivable, nodded and bowed, and greeted with an unusually respectful voice:

"Young Master Long, you are here!"