Chapter 1284: The Art of Concentrating the Heart

ely understood. Her tone became mocking again: "I guess you just finished working in the fields outside the village, right You want to find a job in the city, don't you Don't worry, seeing that my son...Under the circumstances, she was unwilling to easily break through Fatty's mental defenses. However, intuition told Fatty that this was a very dangerous woman because the feeling she gave him was too uncomfortable.

Although her place was large and the kind Fatty liked very much, unfortunately, Fatty felt he wasn't worthy of it. So he urged Ye Fan to leave quickly.

Ye Fan, however, laughed and said: “Why should we leave With such beauties inviting us, how could we refuse Fatty, you like big things, right Just this one is for you.”

Ye Fan laughed and walked towards the Indonesian woman first.

The fat man didn't know what Ye Fan was up to, but since Ye Fan wasn't leaving, he had no reason to leave either.

When the men approached, she pointed to the wine bottles on the table and gestured for them to drink.

"Never speaks," Ye Fan looked at her, smiling.

But the Indonesian woman just blinked her eyes and didn't answer.

"Interesting, fine wine and beautiful women dancing. Yan Wuque is truly good to me, Ye Fan," Ye Fan laughed out loud, then looked at the wine on the table. It was actually a bottle of whiskey.

This is a kind of famous wine from Indonesia, generally not exceeding forty degrees. It is a type that Indonesians prefer to drink.

Ye Fan didn't expect that Yan Wuque would be so generous. He invited a beautiful Indonesian woman to dance belly dancing for him, and there was also a stunning beauty accompanying him, afraid that he would be lonely, and he also sent him a bottle of whiskey. This is indeed a big gift.

Ye Fan smiled as he opened the bottle of wine, pouring three glasses full. He raised his glass and a fragrant aroma filled the air.

"This wine...could it be poisoned" Ye Fan was just about to raise the cup and drink when he suddenly heard this private remark.

That beauty smiled, took a sip of wine and drank it all in one gulp. Ye Fan watched her bold demeanor, but a cold smile played on his lips inside.

However, Ye Fan looked at her body nonchalantly and drank the wine drop by drop.

The fatty watched as Ye Fan actually drank the wine, his heart couldn't help but worry, but he didn't open his mouth to stop him. If something really happened to Ye Fan, he would be the first to take action.

Ye Fan knew about the fat man's worry, but he didn't care. When he opened this bottle of wine, he had already tested it and confirmed that it was absolutely non-toxic, which is why he dared to drink it so generously.

Since she's a beauty inviting me, why would I refuse her from afar Ye Fan wanted to see if this beauty was going to strip for him next.

The woman before him was breathtakingly beautiful, with a pair of mesmerizing eyes that seemed to speak. The fat man dared not meet her gaze; if it came to true skill, he was confident he could defeat her within ten moves. But facing her eyes, he felt completely outmatched.

Fat people's resistance to beautiful women is inherently weak. If they encounter a beautiful woman who also knows how to captivate the heart, then encountering her is just asking for trouble.

But Ye Fan was brazenly staring at the long-haired beauty in front of him, even his eyes greedily lingered on her ample chest. He held a glass of wine in his hand, but his gaze remained fixed on someone else.

This is indeed a rude act, but Ye Fan doesn't seem to have any awareness of that right now. What's even weirder is that the Indonesian woman doesn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, she lifts her head and chest even higher, as if showing off for Ye Fan.

"Hey, are you..." Ye Fan stared at the woman's eyes, feeling a little stunned. He felt like he'd seen her somewhere before.

Suddenly, Ye Fan was shocked and slapped his thigh, shouting: "Wow, are you the Indonesian uncle from just now"

Ye Fan stared in astonishment at the alluring and enchanting woman before him, his mouth agape, his face etched with disbelief.

I didn't notice it before, but now that I'm looking closely, Ye Fan realized that her eyes were remarkably similar to those of the Indonesian uncle who had greeted him at the door just now.

If a person's appearance can change, then a person's eyes are impossible to change, so Ye Fan was certain they were the same person.

It's no wonder that just now, on the colorful stone slabs, I clearly saw that Indonesian uncle, but when I got here, he was gone. It turns out he had transformed himself into a fairy-like woman.

He was a man, yet in an instant he could transform into a breathtakingly beautiful woman. The femininity of his transformed form was so pronounced, so perfect, without even a single flaw that Ye Fan couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine.

“What” At the mention of this, the fat man who was hanging on nearby and thinking about how to leave turned his head and also looked into the eyes of the fairy woman. He hadn’t dared to look at her eyes carefully just now, for fear that she would play tricks on him, but now that Ye Fan said so, he no longer cared about it.

Although Fatty didn't have Ye Fan's photographic memory, he still remembered things he had just seen. And this woman, wasn't she the Indonesian uncle who had just bowed to them at the door

This guy turned out to be a transgender woman. A fat one. Goosebumps erupted all over his body, and he felt a surge of disgust. He had actually thought about this shemale person just now! The feeling was nauseating.

The fat man forcibly held back his vulgar urge, watching the women dancing belly dance behind the humanoid. The fat man's heart pounded as he thought to himself, "These probably aren't real women either, they must be fake women transformed from humans. Otherwise, how could their chests be so big If they were normal, they wouldn't be so full, there must be something fake inside."

He suddenly had a strange thought. What if they all took their clothes off If everyone was both top and bottom heavy, what would it look like

This neither male nor female creature is Indonesia's King of Assassins, Suna. He is now looking at Ye Fan and the fat man finally recognizing his identity. He isn't angry, but instead lets out a cold snort, then opens his mouth and speaks in half-hearted Chinese: "Young Master Yan calculated that you would come long ago and has made preparations. You can't escape today."

There was a hint of pride in his voice, but as his pretty lips moved back and forth, they produced a male voice.

A woman who was stunningly beautiful, yet spoke in a masculine way, this scene really made Ye Fan quite uncomfortable.

"You think that just a few of you undead demons can keep us here" Ye Fan looked at Sana, grinning coldly as well.

Sanna smiled, a strange and unsettling smile, as if he already had victory in his grasp. After a moment of laughter, he said, "Originally, I was helpless against you because you didn't understand the reason my mesmerism spell had no effect on you. However, after you drank this cup of wine just now, the situation is different."ver there and squat down, wanting to pick up the paper. Ye Fan knew that papers placed on office desks were usually very important, and they might even be something like a data report.Just like Li Xia...