The sister who transformed the female supporting role is here

Seven o'clock in the evening.

"Are you awake? Just woke up?" Ye Ange asked in a low voice while supporting the earphones, looking at the dimly lit villa ahead, tapping the steering wheel rhythmically with his fingers.

"Yes. The doctor called me just now, saying that Director Ye suddenly opened his eyes. He is in good condition." Zhao Ming's voice was on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah." Ye Ange pondered for a while, then started the car and continued, "Tell the doctor that the plan has changed. I don't need to do anything for now, let him continue to sleep for me first. And, be careful not to let other people, especially Ye Mingzhe discovered the fact that he was awake."

"Yes. Shall we communicate with Fang Hu?"

"No. I'll go and talk to Fang Hu in person. Now keep an eye on Ye Mingzhe and wait for my order."

"Okay, Mr. Ye."

After the call ended, Ye Ange quickly called Gu Yunqing again.

The content of the call was very simple, I just said that I might go back later tonight, so she didn't have to wait.

Gu Yunqing didn't ask any more questions, and responded as usual, but he answered with a slightly nasal tone, as if he had a cold.

It seems really uncomfortable.

Hearing the sound, Ye Ange paused for a while, but didn't say anything more concerned, and hung up the phone directly.

The night is as cool as water, and everything with color and vitality seems to be covered by thick darkness assimilation.The originally noisy world has become quiet and monotonous, but this is often the best time to find prey.

Ye Ange's white car was hidden among a pile of verdant trees, bumping along a narrow path.

Finally, when she saw the familiar stone villa, she slowly slowed down and stopped.

The villa in front of me was brightly lit, and there was a faint sound of loud music.In addition, men's conversations mixed with foul language can be heard.

Singer Ye An leaned on the doorknob, and frowned slightly when he heard the sound, his eyes flashed with sternness for a moment.

But when she rushed into the light inside the door, she quickly put on her usual smiling mask.

"Mr. Fang, are you still used to living here?"

Before the words fell, Fang Hu and the bald man, who were still stretching their legs on the sofa, retracted their feet at the same time, and stood up abruptly.

"Get used to it." Fang Hu quickly winked at the bald man, then quickly greeted him, holding Ye Ange's hand with both hands, and said.

After a while, the villa, which was originally filled with the sound of music, fell silent instantly.After a while, the bald man returned to Fang Hu and stood beside him.

Seeing this, Ye Ange quickly withdrew his hands, skillfully avoided Fang Hu, and walked to the sofa.

"Habits are habits, but have you forgotten my instructions?" As she spoke, she raised her sleeves and dusted the sofa very carefully, as if some thick dirt was stuck to it.

Hearing the words, Fang Hu swallowed unconsciously, shaking hands nervously.

But after seeing Ye Ange's actions, for some reason, the apology that slipped to his lips turned into a sly sophistry: "Look at what you said. We didn't mess with anything, just sat on the sofa and bed. This person is tired, he must find a place to rest."

"What about the music?" Ye Ange's hair hung down on both sides of her cheeks, only a retort could be heard, but people couldn't make out her expression when she said this.

Fang Hu was embarrassed for a while, but the bald man who had just turned off the music couldn't help but choked: "Isn't it just a broken sofa that won't die if you sit on it? Is it necessary to make a fuss here?"

And there is a piece of skin on it that is cracked, no matter how it looks, it is something that can only be thrown into the trash can.He is used to seeing luxurious and high-end furniture on weekdays, and he has been so used to looking down on things of this level.

As soon as these words came out, Fang Hu on the side obviously felt Ye An's movements suddenly stop.

He hastily pushed the bald man with his elbow and winked several times.

"Mr. Ye, the people under me have no quality, and they are very ungrateful. But we are definitely not saying that you are not good. You took us in under such an urgent situation and took great risks. How dare we dislike things? " As he spoke, he kicked the bald man again in a pretentious manner, "You dog can't spit out ivory, why don't you hurry up and apologize to Mr. Ye!"

The bald man rubbed his sore arm and shook his kicked thigh. After being slapped a few times by his boss, he could only mutter reluctantly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, I'm sorry. You have eyes but no eyes. You must not blame my boss, blame me if you want to."

The two sang together as if talking about cross talk.

After a long time, Ye Ange raised his body and turned his head unhurriedly.

Seeing the different expressions of the two, she smiled lightly a few times, as if it didn't matter: "When did I say I was angry, it made you nervous."

Fang Hu couldn't see through Ye Ange's emotions for a while, so he could only smile along with him: "Yes, yes, yes, we are too nervous. Mr. Ye, you are right."

The bald man was squeezed by Fang Hu's elbow again, and he also groaned twice.

But it could be seen that he was still dissatisfied with Ye Ange.

Ye Ange wiped his hands slowly, glanced at the bald man, and walked in front of Fang Hu: "Well, I invited you over here. It's really not good hospitality to ask you not to touch anything. But , I mean, it doesn’t have to be so noisy even if you play music. Although my place is relatively remote, if you play these “little apples” louder, it is easy to attract some uninvited guests. Not only will you be in trouble, but I will also Can't tell. Is that right, Mr. Fang?"

Fang Hu's stature is about the same as Ye Ange's, but at the moment he bent over a little because of guilt and nervousness, he looks much shorter than him.

He didn't dare to raise his eyes at the moment, and just nodded with a smile: "You are right. We promise not to let you go next time, so we will be quiet. Don't worry."

Ye Ange glanced at him lightly, without saying a word, and walked towards the player with graceful steps.

After a while, a soft and melodious cello sound slowly flowed in the empty villa.

Different from the uproariousness just now, this is a quiet piece of music.The unique tremor of the cello endows the melody with a different mood, allowing people to taste the vague affection and unique poignant sadness.

Fang Hu is just a rough person, so naturally he can't hear the difference in the melody.The only feeling is that once this kind of pure music without words is released, it makes this deserted and strange villa even more eerie.

These beating notes turned into wisps of drifting cold air, scratching his back and neck from time to time when he wasn't paying attention, making him shiver in place.

The bald man next to him had the same expression as his boss.

"It's not that you are not allowed to play, just play some light music." After a long while, Ye Ange returned to them unhurriedly, "Okay, the greetings are over, it's time for us to talk about business. It may take a long time, are you sure? Won't you sit down?"

"Oh good." Fang Hu shook his head, put the weird music behind him, and sat back to his original position.

The bald man followed suit and sat down, taking a careful look at Ye Ange.

For some reason, under the influence of this music, he felt a little more unspeakable fear of this strange woman.

After they were seated, Ye Ange said: "After you warned Ye Mingzhe last time, you don't need to go to the hospital anymore. Next, I will let you deal with Gu Nianwan wholeheartedly, and increase your strength. "

Fang Hu felt a little displeased when he heard it, and immediately retorted: "We're not going to deal with Ye Mingzhe? No, I'm working with you just to get this kid! If it wasn't for the news he broke, I would be where I am today?"

At that time, he was busy with his two sons, and he had to go home to deal with the Hedong lion. He was in a state of desperation. Who knew that his big face would be on the headlines with the photos of those corpses the next day.

Immediately afterwards, without even a moment to react, he was handcuffed into the bureau.

In addition, after he was arrested, his father-in-law held a press conference without saying a word, declaring that he had completely severed ties with him, and secretly transferred all those malicious transactions to his name in private.If it wasn't for Ye Ange, he might still be inside right now.

And the source of all this is Ye Mingzhe!

"You bailed us out of the prison, didn't you just want me to kill this kid? Don't tell me your heart suddenly softened now?" He took it for granted that Ye Ange wanted to protect his younger brother.

Ye Ange seemed to have expected his reaction, raised his right hand slightly, and pressed down: "Don't worry. Ye Mingzhe, I will naturally not let him go. I just arranged this so that you can hurt him better."

"How can dealing with a woman hurt him? Could it be that they have an affair?" Fang Hu just finished speaking, and then raised his eyes in surprise, "So, Gu Nianwan is this kid's woman?"

Ye Ange raised her eyebrows: "Yes. Otherwise, why do you think I asked you to deal with her in the first place? Could it be to resolve your family conflicts?"

Guessing what he was thinking, Fang Hu patted his thigh awkwardly: "As for me, I really thought that was the case. The thing about my family was really caused by three signed photos of this little girl. You asked When I use this gimmick to ruin her reputation, I just..."

"Okay." Ye Ange didn't want to hear him talking about so many useless reasons, so she waved her hand, "As long as Gu Nianwan dies, Ye Mingzhe will lose most of his life."

"Okay. Leave this to me." Fang Hu nodded, and after a while, he leaned forward, his eyes glowing with unclear meaning, "But if this is done, I will have another burden on me." One life. Nothing is as valuable as a human life. So you see, can our wallets be bulging when we go abroad? You also know that two people have no one to rely on abroad and spend a lot of money."

Before the words fell, the bald man at the side immediately lifted his spirits, his eyes flickered, and he stared greedily at her.

Ye Ange looked at the two unsatisfied hungry wolves in front of him, a flirtatious teasing smile appeared on his lips, and he answered straightforwardly: "After the matter is completed, I will give each of you an additional 500 million. How about it?"

"Satisfied and satisfied!" Hungry wolf's whispers sounded at the same time, as if the money had already got into their respective withered pockets.

"That's fine. I'll leave today. We'll meet up here when things are done." Ye Ange stood up gracefully, stopped looking at the two of them, and walked out with her bag.

"Okay, okay, go slowly."

"Be careful on the road."

The two of them agreed to say a few polite perfunctory words, their minds were settled, and they were about to sit down comfortably.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Ange's voice was heard.

"This piece is "The Swan" by the French composer Saint-Saëns." Ye Ange held the door with one hand, looked back at the two of them with a smile, and said softly.

Before the words fell, Fang Hu and the bald man looked at each other, and they both saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

In the end, they could only rub their hands resentfully on the sofa, and returned Ye Ange's embarrassed smile: "Yeah, this Saint-Ms. can sing really well."

Seeing this, Ye Ange smiled lightly again, didn't stay any longer, and left quietly like a gust of wind.

The sound of closing the door just stepped on the point of the music, flexibly blending into this gloomy atmosphere.

Since one swan has died here, I don't care about two more hungry wolves.

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