noffsinger Chapter 220: 99 points for those born in the Year of the Dog - Can be bound to an object.
Chapter 220: 99 points for those born in the Year of the Dog - Can be bound to an object.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"
"Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!!"
"Host!!!"
He Fan's ears were sore from the noise.
"Get to the point, stop yelling."
"Host, a bindable target has been found, with an appearance rating of 99!"
"Age 24, three years older than a man, he's got a golden brick in his heart."
"At 187cm tall, you're a perfect match for me."
"Most importantly, your initial loyalty score is 60!"
He Fan subtly observed Dong Yan.
He then took off his suit jacket.
She unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt, revealing her sexy collarbone, and leaned lazily against the back of her chair with her long legs crossed.
A perfectly timed smile graced his outrageously handsome face.
He Fan: "......"
Damn, she's so ugly, she really deserves 99 points.
"What brings you here, Young Master Dong?"
Dong Yan unfolded the handkerchief and said very naturally, "I just want to...make a friend."
"By the way, let's see what kind of opponent the chairman of Jiuzhou Group, who's been snatching my projects from all over the place, is."
He Fan: "......"
Oh right, she had Ji Anran target him.
Are they here for revenge? Or to declare war?
The system was still dancing wildly in my mind, frantically asking if I wanted to bind it.
He Fan refused without even thinking.
Although she was handsome, she had a grudge against this man and he was up to no good.
Dong Yan is not like Lu Chuan, Ji Anran, or An Kang, who are grassroots players who need her help.
It wasn't like Bai Sicheng or Xing Zhiyuan, who were entangled with him and whom He Fan could easily escape from without getting involved.
They are not like Bai Siye and Zhuang Yu, who are unexpected successes.
She had never been able to figure out Dong Yan's background, how he could stand at the top in a place like the capital where hidden talents abound.
She doesn't want to get involved for the time being.
Besides, it's still uncertain whether they're friend or foe, so let her use the strategy of flattering the opponent.
He Fan's inner pride wasn't entirely willing.
"How is that considered robbery? It's fair competition."
He Fan remained calm and composed, replying in the same sarcastic tone.
Zhao Bolin and Tuo looked at each other. Something seemed off.
"Ah, come on, let's eat first, and chat while we eat."
Dong Yan became interested.
"It's an honor to have Miss He grace us with her presence. Is this our first meeting? Shall we have a bottle of red wine?"
The system responded proactively: "Host, drink it."
He Fan nodded: "Okay."
Zhao Bo breathed a sigh of relief; at least they didn't fight.
If a fight breaks out, he'll definitely protect Sister Fan, and we'll probably lose a mountain in the process.
“It just so happens that my dad has a bottle of Romanée-Conti in the cellar here. Bring this bottle and let’s have a taste.”
Lin Tuo chimed in, "That's great! I've been eyeing that bottle for a long time."
He Fan and Dong Yan had no objections.
The meal went fairly well.
I initially thought Dong Yan was there to cause trouble, but the more I looked at him, the more suspicious I became.
Is this person's arm that long? The two of them, whose arms were resting on the table, kept bumping into each other.
Having long legs has its drawbacks; when I left to answer a phone call, I almost tripped over the back of her chair.
Why is the neckline getting wider and wider?
Even the most capable man will lose his composure when drunk.
But he's really out of control. How come his whole body is swaying while he's drinking?
Wu You ate quietly for the first half of the meal, but suddenly received a phone call and left in a panic.
Seeing that she was anxious, He Fan didn't ask any questions and simply asked Hao Lai to take her home.
She's the only one sober at this table right now.
He Fan sighed and gave instructions to the waiter beside him.
"Bring in your CEO Zhao's assistant."
The waiter acknowledged, and shortly after, Assistant Liu entered with two bodyguards.
The waiter must have explained the situation inside the room.
"Chairman He, this..."
He Fan waved his hand: "Send everyone back, I'm going straight home."
Before he could finish speaking, a dog paw clung to his sleeve—well, a very pretty dog paw.
"Miss He, there's something I'd like to discuss with you privately."
She was speechless. She couldn't believe that Dong Yan, in such a drunken state, could remain sober and discuss anything important with her.
"Then you should send them away."
Assistant Liu carried Zhao Bo and Lin Tuo away, leaving only Dong Yan inside.
"Where is your driver waiting?"
He Fan picked up his bag and stood up: "I'll see you to your car."
For a moment, Dong Yan's eyes went unfocused.
"Are you outside?"
He Fan gently supported Dong Yan's forearm with his hand and picked up the coat that Dong Yan had placed on the back of the chair.
"Let's go."
Dong Yanshun got up and forced himself to walk in a straight line.
Yet she still couldn't help but occasionally lean against He Fan's shoulder.
He Fan rolled his eyes without any restraint.
"With such a low alcohol tolerance, you still dare to drink with me."
Dong Yan retorted, "My alcohol tolerance? I'm not bragging... Ugh."
He Fan jumped back half a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).
"Let me tell you, don't vomit on me. It's a brand new coat, very expensive."
Dong Yan waved his hand: "I'll compensate you."
He Fan gritted his teeth in anger: "Limited edition!"
Dong Yan didn't say anything more, but pointed to a Rolls-Royce not far from the door.
"That's it."
He Fan said irritably, "Walk properly, you're heavy."
Dong Yan nodded obediently.
It looks more like a soft and cute little bunny.
Never mind, that's not quite right either. Where would you find a rabbit that long?
The driver opened the back door, intending to take Dong Yan away, but Dong Yan subtly dodged it.
He held onto He Fan's sleeve tightly.
There was nothing He Fan could do but help him into the car.
He Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief once his long legs were completely inside the car.
"I'm speechless. Can't you at least be a little more dignified on our first meeting? You're supposed to be a domineering CEO, after all."
Dong Yan brought her face close to He Fan's mouth.
"What? Miss He's voice was too soft, I didn't hear you."
He Fan casually tossed his coat into the car.
"It would be strange if you could hear me. I'm leaving."
He Fan turned to leave.
The dog's paw, which I expected to easily shake off, didn't come off.
He Fan felt a sudden dizziness, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already sitting in Dong Yan's arms.
"?"
"What kind of show is this?"
Dong Yan blinked her innocent-looking big eyes.
Her crimson lips trembled slightly, and her Adam's apple bobbed.
Their faces were inches apart, and He Fan could even smell the carefully blended perfume on him.
The person's lips drew closer.
He Fan quickly turned his face away to avoid danger.
Unexpectedly, this beast in human form bit her neck.
"I rely on!"
"Dong Yan, are you born in the Year of the Dog?"
The system was shocked. How could this person, with only 60% loyalty, still attempt assassination?
"Host, get him!"
He Fan was really angry.
She extended her arm and delivered a perfect elbow strike.
Dong Yan groaned and leaned back in his seat, remaining motionless.
He Fan didn't care whether he was dead or alive, and slammed the car door shut.
"You're the driver, right? Take him home, and remember to run red lights and drive fast!"
The driver awkwardly looked to the side, pretending he hadn't seen anything.
"Did you hear me?"
The driver quickly responded.
"Okay, okay, okay."
He Fan rolled her eyes and stormed off in her high heels.
inside the car.
The driver had just sat down and fastened his seatbelt.
Then they heard the weak voice of their young master Dong from the back seat.
"Go to the hospital!!!"