As they walked, Su Qingxue was a bit hungry. She saw a stall selling fried New Year cakes, so the woman couldn't move at all.

"What, you want to eat?" Ye Fan asked.

Without saying anything further, Ye Fan went up to the peddler and bought two kebabs, then handed one to Su Qingxue.

"Here, your hubby will buy it for you in the future." Ye Fan said with a smile.

Su Qingxue slowly stretched out her hand and took it. Looking at this cheap and rough string of rice cakes, and then looking at this man who did not have a shy smile on his face, she felt an inexplicable sense of warmth in her heart.

Ye Fan chuckled, and as the two ate, they started to walk back.

Looking at the pa.s.sing couples, most of them were holding hands, holding hands. Ye Fan tried asking, "Wife, is your hand cold?"

Su Qingxue simply shook her head, "I'm not cold, how about 10 degrees today?"

"What's a pity?" Su Qingxue was confused, "Do you like the cold?"

Just as the two of them walked out of the night market and were about to head home, a group of young people riding motorcycles suddenly jumped out from an intersection.

"Roar! Roar!" The sound of the locomotive went berserk.

A group of men, with dyed hair, earrings and black leather clothes, looked like they were from a biker gang. They started to circle around Ye Fan and Su Qingxue.

"Hehe, I think he's from outside the city, but I've never seen such a pretty one here."

The group of motorcyclists used all sorts of vulgar words, causing Su Qingxue's pretty face to turn cold.

Ye Fan scratched his head. Originally, tonight was pretty good, but the relations.h.i.+p between the two had improved. What a beautiful night, to think that they would have to run away with a bunch of stinking c.o.c.kroaches.

"Wifey, just stand here and don't move. I'll take care of it."

"Yo, this bro seems to have a problem with us. What, are you feeling sorry for your wife?" The braided man laughed evilly.

Ye Fan said, "Since you haven't made a move yet, hurry up and leave."

"Haha, boss, this brat has never heard of the name An Cheng's Flying Tiger, but he's still trying to scare us." The other flying car member mocked.

"Brat, you want to be a hero and save the beauty? I advise you to call the police, but when the police arrived, we had already taken your wife away, haha! " The braided man laughed.

Ye Fan saw that this group of people didn't listen to his advice, and was too lazy to waste words, so he quickened his steps and walked forward.

The pigtailed man laughed sinisterly, the motorcycle roared like a wild beast, and suddenly sprinted towards Ye Fan!

Most people would flee in panic when they saw the motorcycle collide towards them, but Ye Fan didn't stop his footsteps and continued to move forward, as if he wanted to collide head on with the motorcycle!

The ponytail guy also realized that Ye Fan was about to get on his motorcycle with him!

They were bikers, but not hitmen. If they were going to run into someone, it would be a completely different story.

The pigtailed man quickly turned his head, wanting to circle around Ye Fan's car.

But Ye Fan didn't even give him a chance, he just went up and kicked the head of the motorcycle!

"Clank!"

The motorcycle fell to the side and the braided man fell to the ground. One of his legs was still pressed down!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "My leg!" The ponytail guy screamed. Before he could figure out what was going on, he was in so much pain that he was about to die.

"F * ck you!" Brothers! Smash this brat to death! "

The other bikers saw this and shouted angrily, wanting to charge at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan stood where he was, and let these people drive their motorcycles. As long as they reached his side, he would kick them out.

A bunch of bikers were confused. Could it be that their bikes really didn't have any power? Or was their method wrong? How could a person's legs be so powerful?

After Ye Fan dealt with this small problem, he walked back to Su Qingxue's side, took his coat and shopping bag, and said, "Okay, let's go back."

From start to finish, Su Qingxue did not utter a sound. She was already used to Ye Fan solving these kinds of problems, so she was not too worried. After all, these people were too weak compared to the opponents she had met before.

Why did he have to rely on the protection of a man every time? Why was he so useless?

When problems that couldn't be solved with money or business methods appeared, he could only foolishly hide behind the man like a piece of trash.

This kind of feeling made Su Qingxue feel very bad. This made her not say a word as they walked home.

Ye Fan couldn't help but to be a bit worried. When he arrived at the door of his house, he asked, "Wife, is there something on your mind?" Was his mood affected by those biker gang members? "

Su Qingxue shook her head, "Nothing, you should rest."

Seeing the woman say this, Ye Fan also didn't have the time to ask.

The next morning, after Ye Fan had finished his practice outside, he went home to eat breakfast and heard a few cars stop outside.

A young man in a suit smiled and said, "h.e.l.lo, we are here to visit Mr. Ye."

The person who had come was impressively Sun Yu. Behind him was a rough looking, bearded, dignified middle-aged man. Behind him were a dozen bodyguards, all of whom looked st.u.r.dy and fierce.

"Haha, it was all thanks to Mr. Ye for saving us yesterday. "Today, my father and I came here to pay our respects. We don't respect you at all," Sun Yu said as he extended his hand to introduce the middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man said seriously, "Little Brother Ye, I'm Sun Zhuo. Yesterday, you saved my son and my nephew. I'm very grateful."

"Patriarch Sun, Sir Sun, please come in." Without waiting for Ye Fan to say anything, Su Qingxue stood up and invited the guest in.

Ye Fan stared blankly for a moment as he didn't understand what Su Qingxue meant. Logically speaking, Su Qingxue should have avoided contact with the people from the underground family as much as possible.

Moreover, the Sun family's father and son had most likely come to his door for some special reason. After all, Sun Yu had just been a.s.sa.s.sinated last night.

"Aunt Jiang, go make some tea. Everyone, please take a seat. There's no need to stand on ceremony." Su Qingxue pointed at the living room's sofa and walked over first.