Chapter 1915: good face
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Yan Qi 's entourage took two boxes of money and put them on the table.
She stared at Mr. Fan like a flower.
Mr. Fan lives in London all year round. He doesn't get much sunshine. His skin is porcelain white. It's not so good. Everything else is perfect.
"Mr. Fan, do you work in this bank?" Yan Qi asked.
Mr. Fan, dressed in a white shirt and tie, sat at the back of the table solemnly: "lady, do you want to deposit everything in the bank?"
He is serious and strange. He talks to Yan Qi at once.
Yan Qi reached out and pushed him: "it's me, Mr. Fan. Yan Qi - I have no conscience. I've done so many delicious meals for you."
Master fan's lips were slightly pursed.
His hand on the table tightened, almost on the edge of out of control.
"Miss, this is the bank. We should follow the rules." Yan Qi's entourage couldn't see any more, and he took the initiative to relieve Mr. Fan.
Yan Qi sits in the right position.
She opened an account in her name, deposited a million pounds and got a checkbook.
She used her CheckBook for the first time. She was so surprised that she couldn't stop reading it. So the attendant said, "Miss, you can go." she stood up and followed the attendant.
Mr. Fan's jaw line is tighter.
The entourage thought of her warm appearance just now and put all her enthusiasm into the checkbook, which was a little sad for the gentleman.
The attention of Miss Yan is not much better than that of goldfish.
Until out of the bank, Yan Qi thoroughly studied the checkbook, and then felt that he had forgotten something.
"Alas?" She scratched her head.
"Miss, you forgot to say goodbye to that gentleman," the attendant whispered
Yan Qi: "..."
When she returned to the bank again, Mr. Fan disappeared.
"The branch chief just went out," the staff told her
"I didn't see him go out." Yan Qi is in a fog. She just arrived at the door. Why is Mr. Fan missing?
The staff were embarrassed.
The retinue whispered again: "Miss, I'm probably very busy. It's inconvenient to see you. Since you know where he works, it's good to see him again next time he's off work. "
Although Yan Qi's brain is slow, he is still very virtuous and does not disturb others.
She followed her entourage.
Behind the window on the third floor, the people standing with their hands in their trouser pockets did not move, just like a sculpture.
All day, he never left the window again.
He just stood and looked at the street view in the distance. He didn't know what he was expecting in his heart, just like he was expecting at the end of May - then, nothing.
Disappointment is not once or twice.
Slowly, the shadow of the sun moved to the west, and it was almost time to get off work.
He turned around and simply cleaned up his desk to get off work.
As a result, he met Yan Qi at the bank gate.
Yan Qi stood in the way with a big smile and a special flattery: "Mr. Fan, are you off work? I didn't disturb you, did I? How about going to dinner together? I'll treat you, or I'll do it for you. "
He nodded his head: "OK."
Yan Qili said, "I'll take you to my mom's restaurant and ask the chef to make a signature dish for you!"
He nodded again, "well."
Yan Qi remembered that in addition to not being very talkative, Mr. Fan got along well with others. He was very easygoing. He could eat what he wanted and do what he wanted. He never forced anything.
That's better than her brother.
She took Mr. Fan to her mother's restaurant.
When the hotel manager saw that the eldest lady was coming, he hurriedly called the chef to make the table for the eldest lady first, and asked for what the eldest lady would like to eat. First, I'd like to have some fried chicken slices, crabmeat balls, crystal shrimp, braised pork, etc.
Yan Qi sat down and ordered some good sales, but she thought that the general dishes might be different from her taste.
“…… How did you come to work in Singapore? " Yan Qi asked her the biggest question.
She has been in London for a year and a half, and the most familiar person is probably Mr. Fan, because there are many times when she sticks to him.
She rented a house outside the school, and Mr. Fan lived upstairs. She joined the school's art club, and Mr. Fan was in charge. She went home too late to be robbed. Fortunately, she didn't dare to talk to anyone, so she went to a Chinese boxing house to study, intending to defend herself, and then Mr. Fan was the coach of that boxing house.
All in all, except in class, her spare time life is related to Mr. Fan.
She is also very clingy. Generally, she can do without skin or face. Mr. fan can't stand it at all.
She also heard that fan's family had a very good business in Britain and would inherit their family business in the future.
Mr. Fan is one year higher than her. After graduation, he did go to work, but he didn't move out and continued to teach in the boxing school.
As for what his family does, Yan Qi seems to have inquired about it, but now he can't remember it at all.
Although his parents are all Chinese, Mr. Fan was born and raised in London. He never heard of the relationship between his family and Singapore. Yan Qi could not imagine his intention.
“…… That bank belongs to my family. " Mr. Fan is concise and comprehensive.
"Don't you have many banks?" Yan chess asks.
"Well."
Yan Qi: "..."
In fact, she can't keep up with the train of thought. Her questions seem to have not been answered. Fortunately, Miss Yan's stupidity doesn't matter who she is. She was so stupid that she took it for granted. If she didn't understand, she let it go.
"Where do you live? I'm in school now. If you have time, will you teach me boxing? " Yan Qi asked again.
Mr. Fan still nodded, "OK."
It's a good temper, except for the cold personality.
Yan Qi thinks that his family fan is a bit like the legendary snow beauty - smart and handsome, brilliant, but not very talkative.
It's really cute because it's so cold.
Yan Qi reached out and pinched his face.
Master fan raised his eyes and looked at her quietly.
"Nice to pinch!" Yan Qi suddenly felt that his paw was about to cause disaster, which was not very interesting.
Mr. Fan: "Oh."
Not angry.
Each dish is very delicious. Mr. Fan eats well, but that doesn't mean he eats less. With a table full of vegetables and only 30% left, Mr. Fan's food is considerable.
"No wonder it's called" the bucket ". It's estimated that it's good to eat from a young age. The parents take a cheap name to support them." Yan Qi thought.
She was satisfied with having a meal with Mr. Fan, knowing the purpose of his coming to Singapore, and then left the matter completely behind.
The next day, she went to see siyuzao and asked her how to spend money.
Yan Qi has a good life since she was a child. Her parents are extremely generous to her, and her cousin can play autumn. She has no idea about money, has bought everything she needs, and has no desire for material things.
"What do you want?" Si yuzao asked her.
Yan Qi thought: "plane. My brother has a private plane. "
Si yuzao: "..."
Mrs. Zhang used to persuade Miss Yan to spend money wisely. She didn't want to be ticked off by Miss Yan. Suddenly, she also wanted to fly.
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Yan Qi 's entourage took two boxes of money and put them on the table.
She stared at Mr. Fan like a flower.
Mr. Fan lives in London all year round. He doesn't get much sunshine. His skin is porcelain white. It's not so good. Everything else is perfect.
"Mr. Fan, do you work in this bank?" Yan Qi asked.
Mr. Fan, dressed in a white shirt and tie, sat at the back of the table solemnly: "lady, do you want to deposit everything in the bank?"
He is serious and strange. He talks to Yan Qi at once.
Yan Qi reached out and pushed him: "it's me, Mr. Fan. Yan Qi - I have no conscience. I've done so many delicious meals for you."
Master fan's lips were slightly pursed.
His hand on the table tightened, almost on the edge of out of control.
"Miss, this is the bank. We should follow the rules." Yan Qi's entourage couldn't see any more, and he took the initiative to relieve Mr. Fan.
Yan Qi sits in the right position.
She opened an account in her name, deposited a million pounds and got a checkbook.
She used her CheckBook for the first time. She was so surprised that she couldn't stop reading it. So the attendant said, "Miss, you can go." she stood up and followed the attendant.
Mr. Fan's jaw line is tighter.
The entourage thought of her warm appearance just now and put all her enthusiasm into the checkbook, which was a little sad for the gentleman.
The attention of Miss Yan is not much better than that of goldfish.
Until out of the bank, Yan Qi thoroughly studied the checkbook, and then felt that he had forgotten something.
"Alas?" She scratched her head.
"Miss, you forgot to say goodbye to that gentleman," the attendant whispered
Yan Qi: "..."
When she returned to the bank again, Mr. Fan disappeared.
"The branch chief just went out," the staff told her
"I didn't see him go out." Yan Qi is in a fog. She just arrived at the door. Why is Mr. Fan missing?
The staff were embarrassed.
The retinue whispered again: "Miss, I'm probably very busy. It's inconvenient to see you. Since you know where he works, it's good to see him again next time he's off work. "
Although Yan Qi's brain is slow, he is still very virtuous and does not disturb others.
She followed her entourage.
Behind the window on the third floor, the people standing with their hands in their trouser pockets did not move, just like a sculpture.
All day, he never left the window again.
He just stood and looked at the street view in the distance. He didn't know what he was expecting in his heart, just like he was expecting at the end of May - then, nothing.
Disappointment is not once or twice.
Slowly, the shadow of the sun moved to the west, and it was almost time to get off work.
He turned around and simply cleaned up his desk to get off work.
As a result, he met Yan Qi at the bank gate.
Yan Qi stood in the way with a big smile and a special flattery: "Mr. Fan, are you off work? I didn't disturb you, did I? How about going to dinner together? I'll treat you, or I'll do it for you. "
He nodded his head: "OK."
Yan Qili said, "I'll take you to my mom's restaurant and ask the chef to make a signature dish for you!"
He nodded again, "well."
Yan Qi remembered that in addition to not being very talkative, Mr. Fan got along well with others. He was very easygoing. He could eat what he wanted and do what he wanted. He never forced anything.
That's better than her brother.
She took Mr. Fan to her mother's restaurant.
When the hotel manager saw that the eldest lady was coming, he hurriedly called the chef to make the table for the eldest lady first, and asked for what the eldest lady would like to eat. First, I'd like to have some fried chicken slices, crabmeat balls, crystal shrimp, braised pork, etc.
Yan Qi sat down and ordered some good sales, but she thought that the general dishes might be different from her taste.
“…… How did you come to work in Singapore? " Yan Qi asked her the biggest question.
She has been in London for a year and a half, and the most familiar person is probably Mr. Fan, because there are many times when she sticks to him.
She rented a house outside the school, and Mr. Fan lived upstairs. She joined the school's art club, and Mr. Fan was in charge. She went home too late to be robbed. Fortunately, she didn't dare to talk to anyone, so she went to a Chinese boxing house to study, intending to defend herself, and then Mr. Fan was the coach of that boxing house.
All in all, except in class, her spare time life is related to Mr. Fan.
She is also very clingy. Generally, she can do without skin or face. Mr. fan can't stand it at all.
She also heard that fan's family had a very good business in Britain and would inherit their family business in the future.
Mr. Fan is one year higher than her. After graduation, he did go to work, but he didn't move out and continued to teach in the boxing school.
As for what his family does, Yan Qi seems to have inquired about it, but now he can't remember it at all.
Although his parents are all Chinese, Mr. Fan was born and raised in London. He never heard of the relationship between his family and Singapore. Yan Qi could not imagine his intention.
“…… That bank belongs to my family. " Mr. Fan is concise and comprehensive.
"Don't you have many banks?" Yan chess asks.
"Well."
Yan Qi: "..."
In fact, she can't keep up with the train of thought. Her questions seem to have not been answered. Fortunately, Miss Yan's stupidity doesn't matter who she is. She was so stupid that she took it for granted. If she didn't understand, she let it go.
"Where do you live? I'm in school now. If you have time, will you teach me boxing? " Yan Qi asked again.
Mr. Fan still nodded, "OK."
It's a good temper, except for the cold personality.
Yan Qi thinks that his family fan is a bit like the legendary snow beauty - smart and handsome, brilliant, but not very talkative.
It's really cute because it's so cold.
Yan Qi reached out and pinched his face.
Master fan raised his eyes and looked at her quietly.
"Nice to pinch!" Yan Qi suddenly felt that his paw was about to cause disaster, which was not very interesting.
Mr. Fan: "Oh."
Not angry.
Each dish is very delicious. Mr. Fan eats well, but that doesn't mean he eats less. With a table full of vegetables and only 30% left, Mr. Fan's food is considerable.
"No wonder it's called" the bucket ". It's estimated that it's good to eat from a young age. The parents take a cheap name to support them." Yan Qi thought.
She was satisfied with having a meal with Mr. Fan, knowing the purpose of his coming to Singapore, and then left the matter completely behind.
The next day, she went to see siyuzao and asked her how to spend money.
Yan Qi has a good life since she was a child. Her parents are extremely generous to her, and her cousin can play autumn. She has no idea about money, has bought everything she needs, and has no desire for material things.
"What do you want?" Si yuzao asked her.
Yan Qi thought: "plane. My brother has a private plane. "
Si yuzao: "..."
Mrs. Zhang used to persuade Miss Yan to spend money wisely. She didn't want to be ticked off by Miss Yan. Suddenly, she also wanted to fly.
Yan Qi 's entourage took two boxes of money and put them on the table. She stared at Mr. Fan like a flower. Mr. Fan lives in London all year round. He doesn't get much sunshine. His skin is porcelain white. It's not so good. Everything else is perfect. "Mr. Fan, do you work in this bank?" Yan Qi asked. Mr. Fan, dressed in a white shirt and tie, sat at the back of the table solemnly: "lady, do you want to deposit everything in the bank?" He is serious and strange. He talks to Yan Qi at once. Yan Qi reached out and pushed him: "it's me, Mr. Fan. Yan Qi - I have no conscience. I've done so many delicious meals for you." Master fan's lips were slightly pursed. His hand on the table tightened, almost on the edge of out of control. "Miss, this is the bank. We should follow the rules." Yan Qi's entourage couldn't see any more, and he took the initiative to relieve Mr. Fan. Yan Qi sits in the right position. She opened an account in her name, deposited a million pounds and got a checkbook. She used her CheckBook for the first time. She was so surprised that she couldn't stop reading it. So the attendant said, "Miss, you can go." she stood up and followed the attendant. Mr. Fan's jaw line is tighter. The entourage thought of her warm appearance just now and put all her enthusiasm into the checkbook, which was a little sad for the gentleman. The attention of Miss Yan is not much better than that of goldfish. Until out of the bank, Yan Qi thoroughly studied the checkbook, and then felt that he had forgotten something. "Alas?" She scratched her head. "Miss, you forgot to say goodbye to that gentleman," the attendant whispered Yan Qi: "..." When she returned to the bank again, Mr. Fan disappeared. "The branch chief just went out," the staff told her "I didn't see him go out." Yan Qi is in a fog. She just arrived at the door. Why is Mr. Fan missing? The staff were embarrassed. The retinue whispered again: "Miss, I'm probably very busy. It's inconvenient to see you. Since you know where he works, it's good to see him again next time he's off work. " Although Yan Qi's brain is slow, he is still very virtuous and does not disturb others. She followed her entourage. Behind the window on the third floor, the people standing with their hands in their trouser pockets did not move, just like a sculpture. All day, he never left the window again. He just stood and looked at the street view in the distance. He didn't know what he was expecting in his heart, just like he was expecting at the end of May - then, nothing. Disappointment is not once or twice. Slowly, the shadow of the sun moved to the west, and it was almost time to get off work. He turned around and simply cleaned up his desk to get off work. As a result, he met Yan Qi at the bank gate. Yan Qi stood in the way with a big smile and a special flattery: "Mr. Fan, are you off work? I didn't disturb you, did I? How about going to dinner together? I'll treat you, or I'll do it for you. " He nodded his head: "OK." Yan Qili said, "I'll take you to my mom's restaurant and ask the chef to make a signature dish for you!" He nodded again, "well." Yan Qi remembered that in addition to not being very talkative, Mr. Fan got along well with others. He was very easygoing. He could eat what he wanted and do what he wanted. He never forced anything. That's better than her brother. She took Mr. Fan to her mother's restaurant. When the hotel manager saw that the eldest lady was coming, he hurriedly called the chef to make the table for the eldest lady first, and asked for what the eldest lady would like to eat. First, I'd like to have some fried chicken slices, crabmeat balls, crystal shrimp, braised pork, etc. Yan Qi sat down and ordered some good sales, but she thought that the general dishes might be different from her taste. How did you come to work in Singapore? " Yan Qi asked her the biggest question. She has been in London for a year and a half, and the most familiar person is probably Mr. Fan, because there are many times when she sticks to him. She rented a house outside the school, and Mr. Fan lived upstairs. She joined the school's art club, and Mr. Fan was in charge. She went home too late to be robbed. Fortunately, she didn't dare to talk to anyone, so she went to a Chinese boxing house to study, intending to defend herself, and then Mr. Fan was the coach of that boxing house. All in all, except in class, her spare time life is related to Mr. Fan. She is also very clingy. Generally, she can do without skin or face. Mr. fan can't stand it at all. She also heard that fan's family had a very good business in Britain and would inherit their family business in the future. Mr. Fan is one year higher than her. After graduation, he did go to work, but he didn't move out and continued to teach in the boxing school. As for what his family does, Yan Qi seems to have inquired about it, but now he can't remember it at all. Although his parents are all Chinese, Mr. Fan was born and raised in London. He never heard of the relationship between his family and Singapore. Yan Qi could not imagine his intention. That bank belongs to my family. " Mr. Fan is concise and comprehensive. "Don't you have many banks?" Yan chess asks. "Well." Yan Qi: "..." In fact, she can't keep up with the train of thought. Her questions seem to have not been answered. Fortunately, Miss Yan's stupidity doesn't matter who she is. She was so stupid that she took it for granted. If she didn't understand, she let it go. "Where do you live? I'm in school now. If you have time, will you teach me boxing? " Yan Qi asked again. Mr. Fan still nodded, "OK." It's a good temper, except for the cold personality. Yan Qi thinks that his family fan is a bit like the legendary snow beauty - smart and handsome, brilliant, but not very talkative. It's really cute because it's so cold. Yan Qi reached out and pinched his face. Master fan raised his eyes and looked at her quietly. "Nice to pinch!" Yan Qi suddenly felt that his paw was about to cause disaster, which was not very interesting. Mr. Fan: "Oh." Not angry. Each dish is very delicious. Mr. Fan eats well, but that doesn't mean he eats less. With a table full of vegetables and only 30% left, Mr. Fan's food is considerable. "No wonder it's called" the bucket ". It's estimated that it's good to eat from a young age. The parents take a cheap name to support them." Yan Qi thought. She was satisfied with having a meal with Mr. Fan, knowing the purpose of his coming to Singapore, and then left the matter completely behind. The next day, she went to see siyuzao and asked her how to spend money. Yan Qi has a good life since she was a child. Her parents are extremely generous to her, and her cousin can play autumn. She has no idea about money, has bought everything she needs, and has no desire for material things. "What do you want?" Si yuzao asked her. Yan Qi thought: "plane. My brother has a private plane. " Si yuzao: "..." Mrs. Zhang used to persuade Miss Yan to spend money wisely. She didn't want to be ticked off by Miss Yan. Suddenly, she also wanted to fly.
