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Chapter 224 This is not my wife, so I don’t feel sorry for her

This is not his wife, so he just doesn't feel sorry for her. After a night of merciless attack, Liao Fan felt refreshed the next day, but Fernanda suffered.

That night, she fainted twice in a row from the torture. Not only was her body swollen, but there was also some bleeding.

But she didn't care. What was the big deal? As long as it allowed her to stand higher, she would do anything.

Liao Fan walked out of the guest room and returned to the master bedroom. He went straight into the bathroom. When he came out after washing up, the sun was hanging high in the eastern sky.

Standing on the balcony of the bedroom, looking directly at the morning sun, breathing the fresh sea breeze, my mind was recalling the madness of last night.

I have to say that white people are more resilient than Asians. With the intensity of last night, not to mention Qiao Lan, even young women like Feng Caier or Tang Yunong might not be able to withstand it.

But Fernanda got up not much later than him this morning.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the sound of a car engine starting in the yard. After a while, Wilson walked behind Liao Fan and said, "Sir, the person has left. Will also knows why he went to see Miss Okagami this time."

"Okay, got it. By the way, how are Cretia and the others making arrangements?"

"It was arranged yesterday. After they got off the plane, someone picked them up and took them to the hotel. They stayed in a business suite at the Ritz-Carlton."

"Okay, get the car ready. We should go meet them. Oh, and remember to invite Mr. Tang. Professor Wang is convenient, as he happens to be at the Ritz-Carlton as well."

Professor Wang's name is Wang Sizhe. He is a close friend of Qian Zeyang regardless of age difference. He is very famous in the inland antique circle. Although he is less than 40 years old, his abilities cannot be underestimated.

And Cretia is the one who followed Yang Xue from Italy this time.

This makes him a person of great status regardless of his position in the church.

According to Yang Xue, he was a poor little nobleman. His ancestors had climbed to the rank of earl, and the title was hereditary. However, the family fell into decline during World War I. If they had not chosen the right side during World War II, it is not certain whether the title could be passed down to Cretia's generation.

After changing clothes and taking the necessary things from the secret room, Liao Fan and Wilson drove to Tsim Sha Tsui with two bodyguards. Led by the hotel waiter, the two first visited Wang Sizhe.

"Good morning, Professor Wang. Are you used to living here?"

When he opened the door and saw Liao Fan, Wang Sizhe immediately and politely led everyone into the house.

He casually brewed a pot of tea in the hotel's teacups, poured it for everyone, then sat on the sofa at the main seat and said, "Mr. Liao, you are too polite. This place is really great, but it costs you too much."

Liao Fan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. These are necessary. You have come all the way here, and I can't let you stay uncomfortably. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to Mr. Qian.

Besides, this time I have to rely on you, an expert, to help me check things. Otherwise, if I really let those Italians cheat me, I will lose money, but I will be embarrassed. "

Wang Sizhe understood the meaning of Liao Fan's words and immediately said seriously, "Don't worry about this. Before coming here, Mr. Qian told us not to bring the bad habits of the inland experts. I will follow your arrangements for anything.

As for my professional field, don't worry, I won't make guesses or embarrass you if I'm unsure."

After hearing what Wang Sizhe said, Liao Fan felt relieved.

In fact, he was very afraid that the other party would not be able to put himself in the right position for a while and would make the bad habits of those experts and professors.

Just as Liao Fan and Wang Sizhe were chatting casually, Wilson's phone lit up. He took it out and took a look, then leaned over to Liao Fan's ear and said, "Sir, Mr. Tang is here."

After saying that, he stood up and walked outside.

After hearing this, Liao Fan immediately ended the meaningless topic and stood up, saying, "Come on, Mr. Wang, let's go meet that European guy first. Oh, by the way, I have a friend in Hong Kong who's much older than me and who also loves antiques. He heard there were some great finds this time, so he came along to join in the fun. I bet you two must have a lot in common."

"Okay, okay, I'll follow Mr. Liao's arrangements. By the way, is it far?"

"Not far, just upstairs."

After saying that, Liao Fan stood up and walked out first, followed by Wang Sizhe.

Just as Liao Fan and others were waiting for the elevator, Wilson came over with Tang Zhenguo.

"Liao boy, you're pretty quick. Who is this?"

Seeing Tang Zhenguo approaching, Liao Fan hurriedly introduced him, "Mr. Tang, this is Professor Wang Sizhe, an expert from the inland area. Professor Wang, this is the friend I mentioned to you, Tang Zhenguo, Mr. Tang. Let me add that Mr. Tang is a true collector, and he has quite a few treasures at home."

After hearing Liao Fan's explanation, Wang Sizhe, who considered himself a junior, immediately stepped forward, extended his hand, and said, "You must be Mr. Tang from Hong Kong, right? I'm Wang Sizhe, and I once studied under Mr. Qian for a period of time. When I came here, my teacher specifically told me to visit you if I had the chance."

Seeing the other party's attitude, Tang Zhenguo didn't put on airs. He immediately reached out and shook the other party's right hand and said, "Since you are Qian Zeyang's student, don't be so formal. Call me Uncle Tang.

Your teacher and I hit it off right away at the entrance ceremony organized by Liao. If he hadn't been in a hurry to return to the inland, I would have taken him home to stay for a few days.

Now that you are here, you can stay for two days in place of your teacher."

"No, no, no, this is too disturbing."

Seeing that the two of them were praising each other endlessly, Liao Fan quickly interrupted, "Alright, alright, you two, we're here to broaden our horizons today. We can talk about other things later. Come on, the elevator's here, let's go upstairs first."

Tang Zhenguo was just being polite, but when Liao Fan interrupted him, he didn't continue.

Everyone took the elevator all the way to the 16th floor, with Wilson leading the way.

Yang Xue had arrived early. When she saw everyone coming, she immediately turned around and rang the doorbell.

When she opened the door, Cretia saw Yang Xue standing in the front row, and her eyes lit up immediately.

When he was in Italy, he tried to strike up a conversation with Yang Xue many times. He had never seen such a beautiful oriental beauty before.

However, Yang Xue had already clearly refused at that time, and Cretia didn't want to continue to pester her. But she decided not to pester her, so she decided to just give it a try.

After seeing Cretia's eyes, although Yang Xue's face showed no abnormality, she felt a little unhappy in her heart. However, she thought that in such an occasion, the other party should not do anything rude.

Sure enough, although she lost her composure a little when she saw Yang Xue, Cretia quickly recovered and enthusiastically led the people behind Yang Xue into the house.

In fact, Liao Fan had already seen the look the other party gave Yang Xuedi when he opened the door, but he didn't say anything.

He knows very well how beautiful his woman is. If he can't have her, he can't let her take a look at him.

Thinking of this, Liao Fan was not angry, but felt secretly happy.

Such a beautiful woman, you can only watch from afar, while I can play with her at will.

After entering the room and sitting down, everyone first exchanged some business talks as usual. Then Cretia actually returned to the bedroom, took out the things she brought this time from the hotel safe, and placed them one by one on the table.

But when Liao Fan saw clearly what the other party took out, he felt a little unhappy.