Ning Yifan turned around and took a closer look, and it was indeed her.
Wang Ning...
His eyes darkened, and he put his hand in his pocket, rubbing it, and looked at the fight over there thoughtfully.
Oh, since you delivered it to me...
The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a hint of amusement.
He stroked his chin and observed the movement over there.
This time, the appearance was still so turbulent.
Shen Yueyan, wearing a white long dress, was fighting with a few thugs. She was actually fighting one against three.
Seeing this scene, he felt a little ashamed.
He held his forehead helplessly. Why was it that whenever she appeared, she always had to fight with others? She looked like a goddess, but I didn't expect her to be so passionate.
He wanted to see if she, who was so motivated yesterday, was still capable of solving this problem today.
Even though he thought so, there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes, but he walked forward slowly, as if he was watching a play, as if he could not control himself.
Shen Yueyan, who was fighting, happened to catch a glimpse of Ning Yifan walking towards her. She came up with an idea and pretended to be careless and fell to the ground.
"ah!"
Xia Peini, who was placed aside by Shen Yueyan, felt her heart in her throat.
Xia Penny, who was extremely nervous, saw Shen Yueyan fall and immediately ran over to help her up.
"Small……"
Shen Yueyan knew it, so she exerted a little force with her hand, and she immediately understood, and then continued: "Wang, Wang Ning, how are you, is your foot okay?"
Shen Yueyan frowned: "I'm fine..."
Ye Chen, who was drinking with someone nearby, saw the commotion over there and was about to get up to take a look, but when he saw Ning Yifan coming over, he sat down and continued drinking.
The wine glass at his lips paused, then he put it down, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the girl with a ponytail. Her face was full of worry, and she was biting her pink lips, which was very adorable. When he saw the girl fighting just now, she was excited like a cheerleader, but now she was injured and anxious. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he crossed his legs and took a sip of wine.
When Ning Yifan walked over, the people around him consciously stepped back to make way for him, and then automatically formed a circle.
He folded his arms, raised his chin, and looked down at her jokingly: "Oh, you are so capable, you can even fight three people alone?"
He still had a glass of wine in his hand and took a sip.
As expected, gossip is human nature. Everyone gathered around, craning their necks to look over. Seeing Ning Yifan there, they didn't say much, just silently eating the melon.
Shen Yueyan glanced at him calmly without saying a word.
He approached her, lifted her chin, and the amusement in his eyes was clear: "Still so stubborn, come on, be soft, say something nice, and I will solve it for you."
He glanced at the thugs who were trembling on the side but didn't dare to leave.
Shen Yueyan looked at the enlarged face in front of her with a complicated expression. His words really deserved a beating. If possible, she really wanted to beat him up without mercy, and then use glue to stick his broken mouth shut to prevent him from spewing shit.
But given the current situation, this plan has to be put on hold.
She slapped away the hand that was pinching her chin and said coldly, "No need."
The people watching the show around were surprised by her action.
"There are still people who dare not appreciate Young Master Ning's kindness."
"That's right! If it were me, I would love it!"
…
Ning Yifan was amused. Looking at this stubborn man in front of him, his curiosity grew.
He raised an eyebrow: "No need?"
He once again placed his hand on her shoulder, stroking it with his fingers, and said word by word: "You have to know that this is my territory. Do you think it has anything to do with me if you cause trouble in my territory?"
Shen Yueyan snorted coldly without hiding the disgust in her eyes: "Your territory? No wonder..."
The hand on her shoulder restlessly played with her hair: "What's the wonder?"
Shen Yueyan knocked his hand off her shoulder, let go of Xia Penny, glanced at the hooligans coldly, and finally set her eyes on Ning Yifan: "No wonder these hooligans came here, it turns out...birds of a feather flock together."
Everyone held their breath instantly, and the atmosphere around them dropped to freezing point because of her words. Seeing Ning Yifan's face suddenly turned cold, no one dared to say a word, and just acted as a silent spectator watching the show.
Ning Yifan looked at her coldly, and suddenly sneered, drinking the wine in the glass. He stretched out his hand, and the waiter quickly caught it and stepped aside.
Then he took his hand out of his pocket, and the moment his hand was out, something fell out of his pocket with a "click".
Everyone looked over and found that it was an ID card.
At this time, Dalin picked it up. He was about to hand it to Ning Yifan, but he saw the photo on the ID card and was shocked. His eyes widened and he looked at the name column again.
"Wang Ning?"
He widened his eyes, covered his mouth, looked at the ID card and then at the cold and beautiful woman in front of him. To make sure he was not dazzled, he rubbed his eyes, stretched out his arm carelessly, and placed the ID card in a position parallel to the face.
Shen Yueyan frowned.
Until the two faces slowly overlapped in his eyes, he took a deep breath and shouted in surprise: "Oh my God! Oh my God! It's really you!"
After confirming that it was correct, his eyes almost popped out of his head in shock.
"Mr. Ning, this, this...you two...last night..."
Ning Yifan took the ID card from his trembling hands, held it out to her with a smug smile, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Here, your ID card. I left it with me last night because I was in a hurry. I thought I would give it to you tonight. It's just right that you're here. Here it is."
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