The Epic Revenge Chapter 1915: The face is very easy to pinch

Yan Qi's entourage took two boxes of money and put them on the table.

She stared at Master Fan like a nympho.

Mr. Fan lives in London all year round. He is not exposed to the sun very much, and his skin is porcelain white. Other than that it's not great, everything else is perfect.

"Master Fan, do you work in this bank?" Yan Qi leaned over and asked.

Master Fan, wearing a white shirt and tie, sat sternly behind the table: "Ma'am, do you want to deposit everything in the bank?"

He is serious and unfamiliar, and speaks to Yan Qi with a straight face.

Yan Qi stretched out his hand and pushed him: "Master Fan, it's me, Yan Qi - I really have no conscience. I have cooked so many delicious meals for you."

Master Fan's lips pursed slightly.

His hands on the table tighten, almost on the verge of losing control.

"Miss, this is a bank, you have to follow the rules." Yan Qi's entourage couldn't stand it any longer, and took the initiative to help Mr. Fan.

Yan Qi sat upright.

She opened an account in her name, deposited a million pounds and got a cheque book.

The first time she used her checkbook, she was so amazed that she couldn't stop reading it, so much so that the entourage said, "Miss, you can go", she stood up and followed the entourage.

Master Fan's jawline tightens even more.

The attendant thought of the enthusiasm of his young lady just now, and turned all his enthusiasm into the checkbook, feeling a little sad for the gentleman.

Miss Yan's attention is not much stronger than that of a goldfish.

It wasn't until he walked out of the bank that Yan Qi had thoroughly researched the checkbook, and then felt that he had forgotten something.

"Huh?" She scratched her head.

The attendant reminded in a low voice: "Miss, you forgot to say goodbye to that gentleman."

Yan Qi: "..."

When she returned to the bank again, Master Fan was gone.

The staff told her: "The branch manager just went out."

"I didn't see him go out." Yan Qi was at a loss, didn't she just arrive at the door, why did Mr. Fan disappear?

The staff is embarrassed.

The entourage whispered again next to him: "Miss, I'm probably busy and it's not convenient to see you. Since you know where he works, it's good to meet him again next time after he gets off work."

Although Yan Qi's brain is relatively slow, he is still very public and does not disturb others.

She followed her entourage.

Behind the window on the third floor, the man standing with his hands in his trouser pockets did not move, like a sculpture.

He never left the window all day.

He just stood there, looking at the streetscape in the distance, not knowing what he was expecting in his heart, as if at the end of May he was expecting too - and then, nothing.

It's not just one or two disappointments.

Slowly, the shadow of the sun moved westward, and it was almost time to get off work.

He turned around and simply tidied up his desk, ready to get off work.

As a result, he met Yan Qi at the bank gate.

Yan Qi blocked the way, with a full smile and a peculiar flattery: "Master Fan, are you off work? I didn't disturb you, right? Let's have dinner together, okay? I'll treat you, or I'll give it to you. You can do it."

He nodded: "Okay."

Yan Qi immediately said: "I'll take you to my mommy's restaurant and let the chef cook the signature dishes for you!"

He nodded again: "Yeah."

Yan Qi remembered that in addition to being very talkative, Master Fan was very easy to get along with, and he was very easy-going.

This is better than her brother.

She took Mr. Fan to her mother's restaurant.

Seeing that the eldest lady is here, the restaurant manager hurriedly greeted the chef, and made the eldest lady's table first, and asked the eldest lady's favorite food, such as hibiscus chicken slices, crab dumplings, crystal shrimp, braised pork, etc. to come first. .

Yan Qi sat down and ordered a few more dishes that sold well, but she felt that the general dishes, perhaps Master Fan's taste was different from hers.

"...Why did you come to work in Singapore?" Yan Qi asked her biggest doubt.

She has been in London for a year and a half, and the person she knows best is probably Mr. Fan, because she has been clinging to him a lot.

She rents a house outside the school, and Master Fan lives upstairs; she joins the school's art club, and Master Fan is in charge; she once went home too late and others robbed her, but fortunately there was no major incident, and she did not dare to follow People said that I went to a Chinese boxing gym to study and plan to defend myself, and then Mr. Fan was the coach of that boxing gym.

In short, aside from taking classes, her spare time is all related to Mr. Fan.

She is also very clingy, and generally can be shameless and shameless, and Master Fan simply can't stand it.

She also heard that Mr. Fan's family is doing a good job in the UK, and that the business is quite big, and they will inherit the family business in the future.

Master Fan is one year older than her. After graduation, she did go to work, but she did not move out and continued to teach in the boxing gym.

As for what his family does, Yan Qi seems to have inquired about it, but he can't remember it now.

Although Mr. Fan's parents are both Chinese, he was born and raised in London. He has never heard of his family's relationship with Singapore. Yan Qi can't think of his purpose.

"...That bank belongs to my family." Master Fan was concise.

“Don’t you have a lot of banks in your family?” Yan Qi asked.

"Hmm."

Yan Qi: "..."

Actually, she couldn't keep up with her train of thought, and her question didn't seem to be answered. Fortunately, Miss Yan was stupid and didn't bother anyone. She was so stupid, she let it go if she didn't understand.

"Where do you live? I'm in school now. If you have time, can you teach me boxing?" Yan Qi asked again.

Master Fan still nodded: "Okay."

What a good temper, except for being a little colder.

Yan Qi thinks that his Master Fan is a bit like the legendary Frozen Beauty - smart, handsome, talented, but not very talkative.

It's really cute that the coldness that bullies the frost and Sai Xue.

Yan Qi reached out and squeezed his face.

Master Fan raised his eyes and looked at her quietly.

"It's very good!" Yan Qi suddenly felt that his claws were about to cause trouble, and he was a little embarrassed.

Master Fan: "Oh."

Not angry.

Each dish is deliciously prepared by the chef. Master Fan eats gently, but that doesn't mean he eats less. A table full of dishes, only 30% left after eating, Master Fan's appetite is considerable.

"No wonder it's called a rice bucket. I guess it's good to eat from a young age. Parents can make a living with a cheap name." Yan Qi thought to himself.

She had a meal with Master Fan contentedly, knew what his purpose in Singapore was, and then left the matter completely behind.

She got off work the next day and went directly to Si Yuzao to ask her how to spend her money.

Yan Qi has lived a prosperous life since she was a child. Her parents are extremely generous to her. She has a cousin who can play the autumn wind. She has no concept of money.

"What do you want?" Si Yuzao asked her.

Yan Qi thought for a while: "Airplane. My brother has a private jet."

Si Yuzao: "..."

Mrs. Zhang originally came to convince Miss Yan to spend money rationally, but she didn't want to be hooked by Miss Yan's words, and suddenly she also wanted a plane.