ressed Ye Fan's body. Ye Fan couldn't bear it immediately, but unwilling to admit defeat, he still didn't mean to go all the way in right away.Seeing Ye Fan was still unwilling to give in, Lin Meixin...It is late autumn now, with withered branches covering the ground. A gust of wind sends a shiver through the air, and the scene is filled with desolation.

Ye Fan couldn't believe his eyes. The man in front of him was actually the head of the Ye family, Ye Wuming. He was the old man's uncle, and because the old man took good care of himself, he didn't look much older than fifty. But Ye Wuming had completely turned white with age. Compared to when Ye Fan first met him, he looked much more decrepit.

Ye Fan at this moment didn't know what taste was in his heart, a certain fiber deep within him seemed to be touched. He knew that if the old man were here right now, he would probably be crying tears of joy... here, gnawing on scavenged chicken legs every day. 。Even if he were a homeless man, he wouldn't draw this much attention. But this fat guy has a cigar clamped between his right hand and a dazzling go...