My Cold and Beautiful Wife

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Ye Fan walked into the house. It was a bit like the front desk of a small hotel. A counter was placed there, and a red-nosed old man was snoring drunkenly while lying on the counter.

Beside the counter, there were a few pots of flowers and plants that had already died from not watering the plants. There were also various cigarette butts in the pots, along with various rubbish.

A dirty crystal lamp, several light bulbs have been hung up, only three light bulbs left, barely maintaining the light of the lobby.

After the Caucasian man closed the door, he slowly walked towards the counter. Just as he was about to take out the guest registration book, the old man leaned on the counter and pressed down the book.

Without a second word, the white youth pushed the old man away with his palm.

With a "clang", the old man fell to the ground and started snoring twice. He then curled up and continued to sleep while muttering, "Lianna …" Heart and liver … Putting your butt up high … "Woo woo …"

He didn't know what the old man was dreaming about, but he was sleeping soundly.

The Caucasian man ignored the old man and picked up a plastic ballpoint pen with a broken stylus. The pen holder was still red. He raised his head and asked Ye Fan, "What's his name?"

Ye Fan replied, "Ye Fan."

"I don't know how to write, you can write it yourself." The Caucasian man pushed the notebook and pen to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan almost couldn't laugh out loud. This slovenly guy, was he trying to find a reception way too much of his bullshit!

However, Ye Fan still wrote his name down and asked, "Is your president in?"

After the white youth heard this, he glanced at Ye Fan with a strange expression, "You're looking for our president to reminisce about the past?"

"En." Ye Fan nodded, "Really, we're old friends."

"He just went out," said the white youth.

"Where did you go? Did you kill someone? " Ye Fan asked, which was unfortunate.

The white man shook his head. "He went to the park."

Hearing this, Ye Fan remembered something and smiled, "Okay, then I'll wait for him."

The Caucasian man pointed at a dark path, "Go on in, keep going in, there's the chairman's office at the end."

Not caring about Ye Fan's identity at all, the white youth didn't ask any further questions, directly picking up a phone with a shattered screen, and began to play shooting games.

Ye Fan walked into the passage, minding his own business. As he walked further in, he could see various flags hanging on both sides of the road, as well as various medals and trophies stored in some glass cabinets.

These flags and display cabinets were all covered in dust, and no one would clean them normally.

However, if someone were to take a careful look, the words written on these flags and trophies would definitely be shocking!

"Sytor Rankings, World's Number One Assassin Guild — Baffled!"

"World Ranking of Assassins, Golden Blade Awards — Asmuntis"!

"World Assassin Guild's Best Trade Union — Bafu Annihilation"!

"Assassin Guild Lifetime Achievement Awards — Asmuntis"!

"The Honorary Chairman of the Assassin's Society — Asmuntis".

Almost all of the world's assassin's guilds could receive the highest awards, and this was where everything was available. Moreover, it was the world's number one assassin's guild that had been linked for three years!

Many of the flags were sent over by customers to thank the assassins for their success. Many of them were thrown in the display cases as they were unable to put them down.

Everything announced that this was the strongest assassin's guild in the world! Who was the strongest assassin?

Baffled Annihilation! Asmuntis!

Looking at these trophies and medals, Ye Fan's eyes also had a look of regret and gratification, thinking to himself, "Sloppy bastard, you did well."

Apart from these items, there were also different rooms on both sides of the passage. There were training rooms, a gym, and even a swimming pool.

What was more miraculous was that although most of the places were dirty, the training grounds for hitmen were very clean.

When Ye Fan walked over, he saw more than a dozen male and female killers between the ages of ten and thirty who were focused on training various techniques.

They were completely focused, and completely ignored Ye Fan's passing, as if in their world, all they could do was become stronger! Become stronger! Become even stronger!

Ye Fan walked to the innermost wooden door. There was no lock at all on the door, so he could just push it open and enter.

As soon as he took a step inside, Ye Fan sensed that something was wrong, but he did not take any action, and just silently accepted everything that was happening.

A sharp, cold dagger was pointed at Ye Fan's neck from the side.

The one holding the dagger was a woman wearing tight ninja clothing. Her long black hair was tied up neatly with a red rope.

Her skin color was snow-white, her eyes were as clear as autumn water, her nose was straight, her lips were small, and she had a small oval face, delicate and generous.

The key point was that she was dressed in black ninja robes, and her figure was very impressive. She did not look like an Eastern girl at all. Her upper body was so well-rounded that it seemed like she could not even wrap a single piece of clothing.

It was hard to imagine how someone could train such a tight and well-developed body. If one did not have a natural beauty, one would not be able to grow it the day after tomorrow.

This young woman had concealed herself extremely well, and Ye Fan hadn't discovered her existence until he entered. To be able to conceal her presence from Ye Fan was already an extremely ridiculously powerful ability.

"Who are you?" The female killer's voice was very cold, but it was very pleasant to hear.

Ye Fan sighed lightly, revealing a nostalgic smile. His eyes gently turned his head, "Fog Night, you don't recognize me?"

When Ye Fan said this, and Ye Fan's appearance was clearly seen by the woman, the dagger in the woman's hand immediately fell to the ground.

"Ding Ling!"

The dagger made a clear sound, as if it was also hitting the female assassin's heart.

"My god …" MY-PRINCE!? "

Fog Night excitedly knelt down on one knee, but was stopped by Ye Fan.

"Enough, we've known each other since we were young, there's no need for you to be like this. I didn't even react to you just now, you've already grown so much." Ye Fan looked up and down the woman's body teasingly, "It really isn't simple. I never thought that a little girl like you could be so feminine that year …"

Fog night's eyes revealed excitement and anticipation, "King, do you like my body?"

Hearing this question, Ye Fan couldn't help but feel strange, "Ah, why are you still calling me Wang, we met at OD-ONES. Didn't you call me FAN gege back then? Even if you don't call me brother now, you can still call me Ye Fan. What are you calling Wang Lang?"

"You are the king. The FAN back then had long ago fought against gods and gods … How could I dare to call you big brother … " Fog night, a look of worship appeared in her eyes.

Ye Fan couldn't stand this kind of gaze. He was very familiar with this kind of woman's gaze. Many years ago, when many women saw this look, they clearly wanted to sleep with him! Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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