0p0 Chapter 539 I have no interest in women
Chapter 539 I have no interest in women
As soon as Fang Li got off the plane, she was greeted by warm air, a stark contrast to the damp cold of Haicheng.
Fang Li wore sunglasses, a loose and simple knitted dress, a camel-colored fur shawl, and flat lambskin shoes.
I pushed my 20-inch suitcase out of the station exit.
As soon as she stepped outside, she saw Wen Yang, dressed smartly, waving frantically at her from the crowd.
"Pears! Here they are! Over here!"
"Yangyang!"
Fang Li had a faint smile on her face. Although there was still a hint of fatigue between her brows, she looked much better.
"pear!"
Wen Yang let out a shriek and pounced on Fang Li like a happy little bird, giving her a big hug. "You're finally here! I've missed you so much!"
Fang Li was almost breathless from being hugged so tightly, and patted her back with a smile: "Okay, okay, let go quickly, you're hugging me too tightly."
Wen Yang then realized she had been too excited, and quickly let go of Fang Li's hand, carefully supporting her arm and looking her up and down: "How are you? Are you feeling alright? I just heard about Haicheng from my senior yesterday. Did Song Yuchen bully you?"
Do you think I need something?
Fang Li smiled and shook her head, "He doesn't have that ability, don't worry."
As they walked out, Wen Yang seemed to have opened a floodgate of conversation, rambling on about the interesting things that had happened in Beijing and at the company recently.
From which employee was caught slacking off at work to which partner made a fool of themselves, she described it all vividly, making Fang Li laugh out loud from time to time.
Stepping out of the airport terminal, a breath of fresh air greeted me.
A black sedan was parked on the side of the road, and Zhou Yufan was leaning against it, waiting.
He was wearing a simple casual shirt and jeans, with a casual black jacket over it.
A pair of sunglasses perched on his high, straight nose, covering most of his face, but still couldn't hide his handsome and unrestrained aura.
The sunlight shone on him, giving him a golden halo, attracting the attention of passersby, and many girls even secretly took out their phones to take pictures.
Fang Li and Wen Yang exchanged a glance, both seeing a smile in each other's eyes.
Just then, a woman wearing a red wrap dress walked up to Zhou Yufan.
The woman had a hot figure, curvaceous body, exquisite makeup, and carried a designer handbag, looking fashionable and sexy.
She said something to Zhou Yufan, a charming smile on her face, and flirtatiously tossed her hair as she spoke.
Zhou Yufan didn't take off his sunglasses and didn't say anything.
The woman only felt that he was even more handsome when he was high above her, and as she spoke, she took a few more steps closer, and her hand even landed on Zhou Yufan's shoulder.
Zhou Yufan's eyes behind his sunglasses seemed to flicker, but he remained leaning against the car, unmoved.
His expression remained completely unchanged, as if the woman in front of him were nothing more than a wisp of air.
Wen Yang couldn't help but chuckle, pulling Fang Li along as they quickly walked over, deliberately raising her voice: "Hey, handsome Zhou, where did you meet this stunning beauty? Won't you introduce her to us?"
Hearing the sound, the woman turned around and looked at Fang Li and Wen Yang.
Wen Yang was wearing a pair of tight black jeans, ankle boots, a short leather jacket, and a dark red tight-fitting top underneath.
Half of her pristine white waistline was exposed, complementing her neat, ear-length short hair and striking makeup, making her look cool, stylish, and eye-catching.
And Fang Li, who was next to her, needless to say.
Despite her loose and comfortable outfit, she still exuded a rare charm. Her curly hair was draped over her shoulders, and a pair of black sunglasses covered most of her face, revealing fair and radiant skin.
Although she didn't wear bright lipstick like Wen Yang, the light color gave her a more serene and aloof air.
The woman's smile froze for a moment, and she subconsciously withdrew her hand from Zhou Yufan's shoulder.
Zhou Yufan then raised his eyelids, took off his sunglasses, and revealed a pair of deep eyes.
He glanced at Wen Yang, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Don't talk nonsense."
The woman sized up Fang Li and Wen Yang, noticing their outstanding demeanor, which suggested they weren't ordinary people. She tentatively asked, "May I ask who you are...?"
Wen Yang took a step forward, put her arm around Zhou Yufan's shoulder, raised her chin slightly, and looked at the woman with a hint of provocation.
“We are his ‘sisters,’ but the man in front of you has no interest in women.”
Wen Yang was telling the truth, but the woman heard it as a joke.
The woman's expression instantly turned ugly. She gave a disdainful smirk and said, "So you're a..."
She left in a hurry without finishing her sentence.
Watching the woman's retreating figure, Wen Yang couldn't help but burst into laughter: "I'm dying of laughter. Look at her expression. She probably won't dare to approach a man like you again."
Zhou Yufan helplessly slapped away Wen Yang's hand that was on his shoulder: "Alright, you're not tired. Fang Li has been on the plane for several hours and needs to go back and rest."
"Yes."
Wen Yang quickly stuck out her tongue and pulled Fang Li into the car.
Fang Li smiled and shook her head: "I'm fine, don't tease her. But this really isn't the place to park, let's go."
The three got into the car, and Zhou Yufan started the engine, smoothly merging into the traffic.
Soothing music was playing in the car.
Wen Yang continued to chatter away, and Zhou Yufan would occasionally respond with a word or two.
Fang Li leaned back in her chair, listening to their conversation with a faint smile on her face, a long-lost warmth welling up in her heart.
Meanwhile, at Beijing Capital International Airport.
As soon as Han Xi stepped out of the arrival gate, he saw Han Shuo waiting not far away.
He was dressed in a black suit, his posture was upright, and a black overcoat was draped over his shoulders. His face was sharp and cold, and his eyes, unlike his usual indifference, hid a sharpness that was not easily detected.
Behind Han Shuo stood a group of bodyguards in black, their imposing presence isolating everyone around them. He stood at the head of the group, his eyes fixed intently on Han Xi.
Han Xi walked over expressionlessly, his tone flat: "Fourth Uncle."
A dark glint flashed quickly in Han Shuo's eyes. Meeting Han Xi's unresponsive expression, he twitched his eye but quickly composed himself.
She forced a smile and greeted Han Xi, patting him on the shoulder: "You're back? You must be tired from the journey."
"Fortunately."
Han Xi subtly avoided his hand. "Fourth Uncle came all the way to pick me up, surely not just to say 'thank you for your hard work'?"
Han Shuo's smile faded slightly, but his tone remained gentle: "Look at what you're saying. With the end of the year approaching, Xiu Jin went to great lengths to make a trip to the mining area without his family's knowledge, and even skipped the New Year, which your grandfather valued most. As your fourth uncle, I am your elder, and we are family. Isn't it only right that I come to pick you up?"