The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

Ye Zhibing was stunned for a full minute before continuing to ask Lu Shengli: "Does Mr. He have any other relatives or relatives?"

"Yes." Lu Shengli replied quickly, but then explained: "Those relatives are all snobbish. Before Mr. He was well-off, they looked down on Mr. He. So Mr. He ordered not to have any contact with these so-called relatives."

"Oh, since that's the case, Brother Lu, you should work hard and take care of Mr. He's funeral."

Lu Shengli nodded, "This is what we should do. By the way, Mr. Ye, when will you avenge Mr. He?"

revenge?

Ye Zhibing thought to himself that although he agreed to Mr. He, but now there is no clue, how can he take revenge?

So Ye Zhibing said perfunctorily: "Brother Lu, don't worry, I will soon find out who the murderer is and avenge Mr. He."

Lu Shengli said gratefully: "Thank you Mr. Ye for your righteousness. Also, Mr. Ye, I will make a list of the property left by Mr. He. When will you have time to look over it?"

Ye Zhibing didn't want to think about Mr. He's inheritance, so he waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about it after Mr. He's funeral is done. Please take care of everything here. I'm going to investigate the clues."

After speaking, Ye Zhibing turned around and left without waiting for Lu Shengli to ask any more questions.

"Mr. Ye, wait."

This time it wasn't Lu Shengli who asked after him, but Shen Fei who came out from the inside just in time to see Ye Zhibing was about to leave, so she chased after him.

When Ye Zhibing heard Shen Fei's voice, he turned around and stopped, waiting for her to come over.

Shen Fei cried just now, her eyes were still a little swollen.

"Miss Shen, do you want to leave too?"

Shen Fei nodded and said: "Well, I'm in a bad mood staying here, and I don't have any acquaintances, so I might as well leave with you."

Ye Zhibing agreed, "Okay, come back to the hotel with me and have a rest."

The two left the hospital together and came to the street to hail a taxi.

It was very late at night and there were very few passing vehicles.

Shen Fei stood beside Ye Zhibing, silent, not knowing what was on her mind.

After waiting for a while, but still no car came, she habitually took out a cigarette from her bag and lit one.

After taking a puff, Shen Fei suddenly realized that Ye Zhibing also smoked, so she smiled embarrassedly, "Mr. Ye, do you smoke one?"

Ye Zhibing shook his head lightly, and persuaded Shen Fei: "I won't smoke anymore, smoking can only be done occasionally, otherwise it will be bad for your health."

Shen Fei patted her forehead and explained her difficulties: "Mr. Ye, you don't know that as a painter, if I don't have inspiration, I won't make progress in life and death, so I'm used to smoking a cigarette to refresh myself."

It seems that artists have some strange hobbies, and Ye Zhibing is not surprised, "Well, but you still have to pay attention to your body."

Shen Fei smoked a few hastily, then extinguished the cigarette, threw it into the trash can, and asked Ye Zhibing with a smile: "Look, I'm obedient."

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly, "It's very obedient."

"Then I have a request, can you promise me?"

"What request, tell me?"

"You promised me to talk."

Ye Zhibing couldn't laugh or cry, he didn't expect that Shen Fei would act like a baby to him as soon as he got acquainted with him, "Okay, I promise you."

"It's very simple. I'm feeling very uncomfortable now. It's a mess. You take me to the bar for a drink."

Looking at Shen Fei's red and swollen eyes, Ye Zhibing could see that Shen Fei was a person with a story, so he nodded and agreed: "Okay, let's go drink."

Just at this time, an empty taxi slowly drove over to take a passenger to the hospital.

When the passenger got off the car, Ye Zhibing called Shen Fei to get on the car together.

"Master, take us to the most luxurious bar in Donghai."

As soon as Ye Zhibing got into the car, he said to the driver proudly.

The driver thought for five seconds and asked Ye Zhibing, "Is Vantage Bar okay?"

Ye Zhibing has never been to the Vantage Bar, but the drivers are all exquisite people who listen to all directions and see all directions. If they think they can do it, they should not be too bad.

So Ye Zhibing agreed: "Okay, master, you can take us to Vantage Bar."

Vantage Bar is not far from here, and it will arrive soon.

Ye Zhibing paid the fare and walked into the bar with Shen Fei.

The decoration of the bar is very good, and it is just after midnight, which is the time for night gentlemen to be wild.

Ye Zhibing saw the swaying crowd and heard the powerful music, so he felt that this was not a place for drinking and he should find a private room.

Asked the waiter, and there was a small empty box.

Ye Zhibing made an order and asked the waiter to lead the two of them in.

The sound insulation effect of this box is good, after closing the door, it is much quieter.

Ye Zhibing asked Shen Fei to order wine by herself, and she could drink whatever she wanted.

Shen Fei was very knowledgeable, so she ordered some foreign wine, and the price was not too high or low.

Ye Zhibing ordered a pint of beer and some fruit.

Both can't be drunk, someone has to pay, right?
After the foreign wine was served, Shen Fei poured a glass for herself and also poured a glass for Ye Zhibing, asking Ye Zhibing to drink with her.

Ye Zhibing is a big man, he can't shrink back when a beautiful woman asks him to drink, so he picks up his glass and starts to drink with him.

After a few glasses of wine, Shen Fei blushed slightly, opened up the chatterbox, and told Ye Zhibing about her past and her relationship with Mr. He.

"Mr. Ye..." Shen Fei was drinking a second glass of foreign wine, "I have lived a very hard life since I was a child."

Ye Zhibing put on an air of listening attentively and did not interrupt.

"My father is an art teacher and has always wanted to train me to be a painter. But my mother disagreed, saying that being a painter is poor, like my father, without much money in his pocket. The two quarreled ..."

"and after?"

"Later they divorced, and my mother left home in a fit of anger. My father raised me and taught me the basics of art. Later, I was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts."

Hearing this, Ye Zhibing smiled slightly and said, "Miss Shen, you worked very hard and proved yourself."

Shen Fei shook her head, "But going to the Academy of Fine Arts was the beginning of my misfortune."

"What happened, Miss Shen?" Ye Zhibing asked curiously.

Shen Fei took another sip of wine, "My father...is sick."

Ye Zhibing's heart tightened. Shen Fei was a single-parent family with the only source of income—her father was sick, and it seemed difficult to deal with it.

"Then... how did you deal with it afterwards?"

Shen Fei continued: "How else can I deal with it? My father's disease is cancer. I never thought that a good person like my father would suffer from such a terminal illness. I decided on my own, sold the house, and treated my father. As a result, people lost money.”

Ye Zhibing sighed, "Hey, everyone has their own fate, Miss Shen, you should think about it."

Shen Fei smiled wryly, "So what if I don't want to open it? But after that, I met Mr. He."

"Oh? How did you know Mr. He?"

Ye Zhibing thought about Mr. He being such a boss, and Shen Fei was a poor student at the time, how the two met was really hard to figure out.