Han Yi smiled and saw them out the door. As soon as they stepped outside, Yun Xiao and Manager Liu both rolled their eyes at Manager Tong.
Shopkeeper Tong: I didn't do anything, what's wrong with these two...?
Originally, when Manager Tong suggested that the barbecue stall be set up separately, Yun Xiao felt that Manager Tong was quite capable and quick-witted. He thought that he might be able to transfer him back to Kyoto and arrange for him to work by his side.
It seems that his mouth reacted faster than his brain, so he immediately dismissed the idea...
Shopkeeper Tong had no idea what Yun Xiao was thinking at this moment. Instead, he resigned himself to untying the horse's reins and coming out with these two. Naturally, the responsibility of driving the carriage fell to him.
After the carriage left, Han Yiyi closed the door and planned to go back to her room for a nap. But as soon as she turned around, she heard a knock on the door again.
Han Yiyi assumed that Manager Tong and the others had forgotten something, so she opened the door directly. However, when she saw the person standing outside the door, her brows furrowed deeply.
"What are you doing here...?"
The person who arrived was none other than Fan Ting.
Since Han Yi and her two children moved to the foot of this mountain, Fan Ting has never come here. He didn't come when it was a thatched hut, and he hasn't come here since the house was built.
He had previously heard from the villagers that Han Yiyi had made money in business and built several spacious and beautiful brick and tile houses. He thought the villagers were exaggerating and were just ignorant.
In Fan Ting's view, the villagers were all ignorant. As long as it wasn't a thatched hut, they would think it was spacious, bright, and beautiful. However, now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he realized that there were actually six or seven houses built, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.
Even from the outside, you can see how grand the houses are. At least in the entire Zhushan Village, no other family can afford to build so many brick and tile houses. Even the village chief's family only has three houses.
Now that Han Yiyi had opened the door, Fan Ting was quite surprised to see what was inside. Even the courtyard was paved with bluestone slabs, and the greed in his eyes intensified.
He thought to himself that if he lived here with his mother and Cuihua, not only would someone cook and do chores, but his mother and Cuihua would also stop arguing every day.
Thinking of this, Fan Ting put on what he thought was a friendly smile and said.
"Yi-yi, it's been quite a while since I've seen you and the children, so I thought I'd come and visit. How are you today...?"
When Han Yi saw Fan Ting's reaction, her brows furrowed deeply. She found Fan Ting's ex-husband, the original owner of this body, utterly repulsive, let alone considering him hers. She felt it was bad luck, so she directly told him to leave.
"Whether it's good or bad has nothing to do with you. You're not welcome in my house. Get out of here..." she said, reaching for the door. However, she was not as fast as Fan Ting. He darted in and came straight in.
However, those hiding in the shadows saw Fan Ting enter Han Yiyi's courtyard, and their faces turned noticeably paler, their eyes filled with gloom.
When Fan Ting heard Han Yiyi tell him to leave, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
In his view, Han Yi must still love him. As long as he speaks to her politely, she will be grateful to him and do whatever he says. As for the last time, when Han Yi kicked him off the oxcart in a fit of anger, he selectively forgot about it.
However, seeing Han Yiyi like this, he thought that she must still be angry. If he could just say a few nice words to coax her, then all of this would be his. With that thought, he glanced around the clean and spacious courtyard.
Before he could even utter a word, a tall, resolute-looking man walked out of the hall.
Upon seeing this person, Fan Ting's eyes immediately turned fierce. Thinking of the refined-looking man he had just left, Fan Ting became even more furious and pointed directly at Han Yiyi, cursing her.
"You unfaithful, promiscuous slut, you're hiding a wild man in your home..."
Hearing Fan Ting's words, Han Yiyi was so angry she laughed.
"Grandma, I can hide whoever I want, it's none of your business, get out of here..." she said, trying to push the person out, but she put her hand down as soon as she raised it, feeling it was bad luck, so she turned around to get the broom behind the door.
Just as she picked up the broom, she turned around and saw that Nangong Yuan had actually lifted the dog man up—yes, lifted him up, by the back of his collar, lifting him up so slenderly.
Upon seeing this, Han Yiyi couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Ha, ha, ha, good, Yuan'er, well done, hurry up and throw the person outside the door..."
Seeing Han Yiyi happy, Nangong Yuan also grinned, revealing the smile of a landlord's foolish son, and then even shook the person he was carrying.
"Let me go, let me go..."
Fan Ting was held in Nangong Yuan's hand and screamed in fright. He shouted at Nangong Yuan, but when Nangong Yuan ignored him, he shouted at Han Yiyi instead.
"Han Yiyi, quickly make him put me down, put me down, and I will take you as my concubine. That way you can stay by my side, and our two children will have a father who is a scholar. When I pass the imperial examination in the future..."
Han Yiyi didn't have time to listen to his nonsense and spoke directly to Nangong Yuan.
"Quickly, throw this filthy thing out. It's disgusting to look at it too much..."
Upon hearing Han Yiyi's words, Nangong Yuan no longer hesitated and with a flick of his hand, Fan Ting was thrown out.
No one knew how much force Nangong Yuan used, but Fan Ting was thrown more than ten meters away. Seeing that the person had been thrown out, he quickly closed the door. However, when he turned his head, he saw the tall man next to him looking at him with a silly grin.
He looked like a child waiting for praise.
Although it was called a silly grin, the smile on Nangong Yuan's face added a touch of sunshine and brightness to his originally somewhat cold and stern expression, making Han Yi feel a little dazzled for a moment.
Shaking off the jumbled thoughts in her head, Han Yiyi wanted to reach out and pat the head of the person in front of her, just like she usually did with Rouzi Huizi Cheng's head.
When I reached out my hand, well! I couldn't reach it at all.
Nangong Yuan seemed to know what Han Yiyi was about to do, and the next moment he suddenly lowered his head.
Han Yiyi thought she couldn't get a good massage, so she thought she'd pat Nangong Yuan's shoulder. But before she knew it, Nangong Yuan suddenly looked down, and their eyes met right next to each other, right up close.
Looking at the magnified handsome face in front of her, Han Yiyi couldn't help but sigh. This appearance is truly unmatched. Even up close, she couldn't find the slightest flaw.
Looking down, I caught a glimpse of his perfectly sculpted Adam's apple, like a simple line drawing, imbued with a profound sense of poetry and mystery...
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