One person: I am just a pawnshop owner

This made Feng Shayan's shame turn into anger. She looked at Yang Fang angrily and asked with a frown:

"So do you want to come?!"

"Okay, since you're already like this, if I refuse again, I'm worried you'll destroy my store."

"Humph! Even if it really breaks, I can afford to pay for it!"

Feng Shayan turned around and walked away in her high heels.

When she reached the door, she turned to Yang Fang and said:

"Take my car and follow me."

...

That night.

On the banks of the Haihe River in Tianjin.

Yang Fang and Feng Shayan sat on the lounge chairs by the river, quietly enjoying the breeze.

The two of them specifically chose a place with few people, and since it was already late at night, there was no one around them.

There were only the two of them on this huge river bank.

Feng Shayan was holding a bottle of Snow Beer in her hand. Although this girl looks pretty, she is actually very rebellious.

Drinking is just a small matter for her.

Yang Fang's hands were empty.

He leaned back in his chair leisurely, his expression relaxed and a slight smile on his lips.

"You're a grown man, and you don't drink?"

Feng Shayan took a sip of beer and complained to Yang Fang.

"A man's character isn't determined by whether he drinks or not..."

Yang Fang replied casually.

Feng Shayan, who was already a little drunk, suddenly felt a little unfair when she saw Yang Fang, who was in a leisurely and happy mood, but then this unfairness turned into helplessness.

"You came here today because your dad asked you to hook up with me, right?"

Yang Fang glanced at Feng Shayan, whose eyes looked rather confused, and asked.

Feng Shayan grinned.

"That's right, I can't hide it from you. But don't say it so harshly. What do you mean by hooking up? Dad wants us to be boyfriend and girlfriend."

After drinking, Feng Shayan became more frank and casual than before.

Perhaps it was because of this frankness and casualness that the other party drank the wine.

Yang Fang couldn't help but click his tongue twice when he heard this.

He was not surprised at all by Feng Zhenghao's method.

After all, in the original novel, he had arranged for Feng Shayan to seduce Zhang Chulan in this way, but it failed in the end.

"Boss Feng is such a person, I really don't know what to say."

Yang Fang shook his head slightly and sighed.

"To manage such a large family business and be a good boss, you can't do it without some means and determination."

Feng Shayan also leaned back on the chair.

She had already finished the wine in her hand.

That's an empty bottle.

"Are you really not aggrieved at all?"

Yang Fang looked at Feng Shayan curiously.

Feng Shayan pulled a helpless arc at the corner of her mouth and said:

"My father's life wasn't easy. He made many sacrifices to maintain such a large family business. What's the point of me being wronged 4.5 times? My father is even more wronged!"

"Hahahaha, you're so thoughtful."

"Besides, why should I feel wronged? Do you mean coming out with you today? Or do you mean my dad asked me to hook up with you?"

Feng Shayan looked at Yang Fang with a dazed look in her eyes. The light in her eyes left Yang Fang speechless for a moment.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew from the Haihe River.

Feng Shayan's fluttering hair obscured her face, but it did not obscure her words:

"What if I actually want to?"

There was a hint of smile in the girl's words.

This smile inexplicably makes people feel a sense of danger.

But outside of danger.

But it makes people feel a little itchy.

It's like a kitten scratching your palm...

........

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Chapter 68: A Sword, a Relic of the Zhengyi Sect! Wudang Invitation! (Subscribe!)

The next day.

In a star-rated hotel in Tianjin.

Yang Fang put on his clothes and prepared to leave.

Feng Shayan, who was lying in bed and had not yet recovered from her shock, looked at herself in the quilt and then at the mess around her.

She couldn't help but cover her face and sigh.

You really can't drink too much of this wine!

Then she looked at Yang Fang, who was dressed neatly. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of danger in her pupils.

"Are you just going to leave like this?"

"Don't tell me you want me to take responsibility for this. You were the one who initiated everything last night. Logically, I should be the one making the claim."

Yang Fang's words reminded Feng Shayan of everything that happened last night.

This made her feel angry but had nowhere to vent.

This is indeed true, but Yang Fang's attitude really made her feel uncomfortable!

She is the eldest daughter of the Feng family after all, is she so insignificant in your eyes?!

Just when she was about to say something, Yang Fang suddenly kissed her forehead.

"Don't think too much about it. Besides, you were really great last night."

After saying that, Yang Fang immediately retreated.

This just happened to avoid Feng Shayan's kick.

He looked at the aggressive Feng Shayan, smiled, and then walked straight out of the room.

Feng Shayan snorted and leaned back.

“This time I have finally gotten myself into trouble…”

Feng Shayan murmured.

Considering Yang Fang's attitude just now, she really felt that she had lost out this time.

I gave it away myself.

But there was no recognition of the relationship.

This is simply being taken advantage of for free!

The more Feng Shayan thought about it, the more restless she felt.

She twisted her body in bed and suddenly saw a breakfast on the bedside table.

She reached out and touched it.

Still hot.

I touched it again and there was another note.

'Sometimes, it's good to be a little indulgent after being controlled for too long.'

Feng Shayan looked at the note and then at the breakfast.

She snorted.

"You think you can buy me off with just this little bit? Do you think I'm one of those love-brained little girls?"

But even though she said that, the curve at the corner of her mouth could not be hidden.

Sometimes, women's hearts are difficult to deal with.

But sometimes, women's hearts are also very simple.

The difference between the two lies in who the woman is facing.

.....

Walking on the road, Yang Fang recalled everything that happened last night and couldn't help but sigh that he was too impulsive last night.

He was a real Wudang master in his previous life!

How can this be?

But that was in the past life.

What does it have to do with his life?

The two are temporarily separated!

Thinking of this, Yang Fang suddenly felt that everything made sense!

When Yang Fang returned to the pawnshop, Xu Si called him.

"Boss Yang, I went to the warehouse yesterday and asked about some things left by some aliens. I've had them delivered to you. Please remember to pick them up."

"Okay, thank you very much."

"Hey, Boss Yang, you're too polite. If it weren't for you, my unlucky brother would have died at the hands of Tie Lin. This is just a small favor, and I'll have to rely on you in the future."

As the number of contacts with Xu Si increased, his attitude when talking to Yang Fang became more and more casual.

But there will be no lack of respect.

It can be said that Xu Si grasped this degree particularly well.

This guy looks like a playboy, but he is actually very worldly-wise.

Shortly after hanging up the phone, a company vehicle arrived at the pawnshop.

Yang Fang originally thought that there were not many things, but when he saw the company employees moving more than ten boxes into his pawnshop, he couldn't help but doubt Xu Si's intentions.

Could it be that this place is being used as a recycling station for some strange person's belongings?

After the company employees left, Yang Fang opened the boxes one by one and carefully checked the contents of each box.

Although the system stipulates a time limit of one month for reading memory, it does not mean that it is completely useless.

It can also help determine what can be read.

After Yang Fang had been cleaning up like this for nearly an hour, he finally came across something that could read memories.

It was a tattered sword.