Chapter 842 Send you home

A good place with people and crowds is full of fireworks.

Yang Fan gradually relaxed.

How can you do bad things in this kind of place?

And it turns out that he really thought too much.

In the Lianhu Cake Groupe Shop, Wang Hui occupied a corner and greeted Yang Fan with a smile.

The latter looked awkward.

"Sit down and come to Nanjing. If you don't eat anything delicious, it will be in vain!"

Wang Hui had a bright smile on his face, without any false feelings at all.

Looking at the crowded heads inside and outside the store, Yang Fan's courage slowly returned.

Just sit, who is afraid of whom?

Chen Feifei's two husbands were just like this, and they had to sit together face to face.

"Try it, this is the authentic Qinhuai flavor, you can't eat it in the United States!"

Wang Hui pushed the exquisite pastries in front of Yang Fan.

"If you have something to do, just say it!"

Yang Fan was still very alert.

"It's okay, I just treat you to a meal!"

Wang Hui smiled slightly, picked up a beef pot sticker in front of him and chewed it in his mouth. After swallowing it, he put it on a mouthful of sticky porridge.

Wang Hui squinted his eyes and showed a satisfied look.

"What's the meaning?"

Yang Fan did not move the pastry in front of him.

"Aren't you going back to the United States?

It means saying goodbye, eat something and get on the road.”

Wang Hui smiled faintly.

"Thank you, I don't think it's necessary."

Yang Fan rolled his eyes.

What if I leave?

It's not easy to deal with either.

"It's necessary!"

Wang Hui took out a visa and put it on the table.

When Yang Fan saw it, he immediately frowned and took it over.

Sure enough, it was his visa.

"I'm very sincere. Eat it. So many people are watching. How can I do you?"

Wang Hui was very Western and shrugged.

“Where is my passport?

And my ID card?"

"Don't worry, let's have another restaurant later, and I'll give you a passport."

Wang Hui said, "You must not eat enough before you set out."

"snort!"

Yang Fan snorted coldly, picked up the pastry in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth.

Although he said he didn't want it, he was very honest. After taking a few bites, Yang Fan ate all the remaining pastries.

I have to say that Yang Fan, who grew up in the United States, could not eat such authentic Chinese flavor at all.

He was fed with hamburger and coke milk, and his behavior and lifestyle were exactly the same as Americans.

When I first arrived, I gradually opened my appetite when I encountered delicious food.

"You treat me, then I'll eat it!"

Yang Fan laughed, his arrogant look was back.

After more than ten minutes, the two of them finished their meal and Wang Hui wiped his mouth: "Let's go, I'll treat you to crab roe bread!"

“OK!”

Yang Fan completely let go and followed Wang Hui to change to the second store.

The mouth-watering crab roe bread was served and Yang Fan feasted.

"Why do you want to cheat Chen Feifei's parents?"

Wang Hui put a crab roe bread into his mouth and asked inadvertently.

"Does it take a reason?"

Yang Fan sneered,

“Don’t you need a reason?”

"They came to America and it was God who gave me. What reason do I have not to accept God's gift?"

Yang Fan's eyes were filled with sarcasm.

"You are a bit too much. Chen Feifei went to the United States to treat her illness, so why did she take the initiative to deliver it to her door?"

Wang Hui still smiled.

"Then you have to ask Wen Hongshan!"

Yang Fan shrugged, "What he meant is to try to keep the Shen family from returning to China as much as possible. So of course we have the final say on what method to use!"

Wen Hongshan…

Wang Hui repeated this name again in his heart.

"Okay, so, the Shen family deserves it!"

Wang Hui smiled and ate another bun.

The third store was replaced with duck blood soup.

Yang Fan was even more relaxed this time, and at the same time he took the initiative to ask for his ID, Wang Hui also gave it to him very happily.

In the fourth store, Wang Hui took Yang Fan directly into the hotel, served a table of dishes, plus white wine...

Yang Fan took advantage of the free time of serving food to buy the air tickets and felt relieved.

"China is a legal country, not bad!"

Yang Fan smiled and shook his wine glass.

At this moment, he was already convinced that Wang Hui could not do anything to him.

“I don’t drink, I just eat vegetables.

I won't give you any chance before getting on the plane, so we'd better live in peace and I'll thank you for your hospitality!"

Yang Fan said proudly.

"That's good, cheers!"

Wang Hui calmly raised his glass.

After drinking, Wang Hui put down the cup, took out several metal cans from under the table and placed them on the table.

"Do you want to play?"

Wang Hui smiled.

"What?"

Yang Fan turned the metal can in front of him.

"Is this... laughing?"

Yang Fan frowned.

"clever!"

Wang Hui took out another can from under the table, took the initiative to blow up a balloon, then put the balloon's mouth in his mouth, and slowly sucked it down.

"Do you play?"

Wang Hui's voice became slightly heavier.
To be continued...