Flash Marriage Game: Rich First Lady

Tong Caiwei thought for two minutes and secretly looked at Ye Fan's face. She had no idea what he was thinking at this time.

Because of this, her heart was racing and she was uneasy.

"I...I shouldn't have run away."

"Lord Ye Fan provided me with the best food, put me in the best clothes, and let me live in the most beautiful house. I shouldn't have eaten everything and sneaked away while I owed you 100 million.

I shouldn't have sneaked away knowingly that I couldn't escape from your old man's grasp."

"You admitted your mistake quickly."

Ye Fan opened his eyes slightly, and a smile quickly flashed in his dark green eyes, "Then tell me, how should I punish you for running away with such a bad nature?"

Hearing the word punishment, Tong Caiwei's little face immediately fell down. As soon as she said it, she blinked her eyes and immediately burst into tears and sniffed, looking very pitiful, "Master Ye Fan, as the ancients said,

Okay, acknowledging your mistakes can make a lot of improvements. Can you please treat me leniently and give me a chance to change my ways since I am young and ignorant and take the initiative to admit my mistakes?"

"How do you want to make up for your mistake?"

Tong Caiwei doesn't like riding in cars. She always feels it's stuffy in the car.

But the smell of Ye Fan smelled very good, faint, almost non-existent, lingering in her nose.

She swallowed nervously, stretched out her hand and tapped Ye Fan's shoulder lightly, met his slightly surprised gaze, and said with a dog-legged smile, "Master Ye Fan, I think you seem a little tired.

Let me rub your back for you, it will make you feel better."

Ye Fan didn't say anything, but he didn't stop her either.

Tong Caiwei seized the opportunity and showed great courtesy. She used her best skills, beating her back and pinching her legs. If it hadn't been for this moment, she would have never known that she would have such a servile side.

Let her do such things to others, she will feel that it is detrimental to her self-esteem.

But in front of Ye Fan, she acted so naturally, as if...she was a little maid who stayed with Ye Fan and served him in her previous life.

"Lord Ye Fan, how do you feel?"

Someone's tired little face was flushed, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on the skin on his face.

God knows, she has never served any man like this, not even Su Mochen has enjoyed such treatment.

Ye Fan raised his chin slightly, squinted his eyes, and said lightly, "Hardly."

When a certain woman heard this, she immediately became unhappy.

Her fingers were sore from pinching, and she tried all her strength to suck the milk, but she gave a reluctant comment.

If it had been anyone else, she would have gotten angry a long time ago.

In front of Ye Fan, no matter how much anger and resentment you have, you have to hide it and pretend to be a well-behaved and docile little sheep.

He smiled and looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, and asked tentatively, "Lord Ye Fan...where are we going?"

Ye Fan slowly opened his eyelids and glanced at her lazily, but his answer was strange, "Am I very old?"

"Um?"

She didn't react for a moment and couldn't keep up with Lord Ye Fan's rhythm.

Ye Fan rarely had the patience to repeat, "Say that I am your uncle, call me old man, little girl, how old am I in your eyes?"

Tong Caiwei was asked.

She had never considered this issue before.

According to rumors, Ye Fan is very old.

Some say he is only twenty-seven or eighty years old.