12: One minute of ability

Just because I saw you one more time in the crowd,

I could never forget your face.

Dreaming that one day we might meet again by chance,

From then on, I began to miss you in solitude.

When I think of you, you are far away...

Wu Fan listened blankly, and his Ex-Wife, Liu Yue, who was far away in Shanghai, suddenly popped into his mind.

Damn, how annoying.

His heart ached, followed by hatred.

He raised his hand and stopped Dai Mao from playing the guitar.

Dai Mao looked up at Wu Fan in surprise, his eyes full of confusion.

Wu Fan forced a smile: "I'm doing business, I want to buy a guitar."

Dai Mao paused for a few seconds before saying, "You're giving it to someone, right?"

He understood Wu Fan; in the past, he had begged him to buy a guitar to practice, but he never agreed, even saying that he was clumsy and that even an immortal couldn't teach him.

It was very strange that he came to buy one today.

Wu Fan nodded: "Of course."

He walked around the shop, looking at the guitars hanging on the walls, somewhat at a loss.

When he saw a black guitar, he instantly felt it perfectly matched Qian Ning's aura.

This guitar was hung in the farthest corner, unreachable without a ladder.

"Dai Mao, this guitar looks very special, doesn't it?"

Wu Fan pulled over a nearby ladder and, without a word, climbed up to take it down.

Dai Mao quickly put down the guitar in his hand, walked over to steady the ladder, and said, "Wu Fan, hold this instrument steady; it's the treasure of my shop.

If it gets dropped, I'll fight you to the death."

Wu Fan held it with one hand, climbed down the ladder, and casually plucked a few strings, "Very expensive?"

Dai Mao looked at the guitar and said leisurely, "Whether it's expensive or not mainly depends on who uses it.

If it's a guitar beginner, a thousand-dollar guitar might scare him to death, but if you sell it to a big star, he'll complain it's too cheap and too bad, wouldn't you say?"

Wu Fan nodded: "Excellent point! How much is this guitar?"

Dai Mao countered, "Are you really going to buy it?"

"Are you looking down on me?"

Dai Mao didn't speak, he just took the guitar and began to sing "Chengdu."

What made me shed tears,

Was not just last night's wine.

What made me reluctant to leave,

Was not just your tenderness...

Wu Fan said, "Stop, I'm not in the mood to hear you sing today.

Quickly tell me a price, I still need to go to the market to buy groceries."

Dai Mao looked up at Wu Fan and said very seriously, "Brother, selling this guitar to you is no problem, but it must be paid in full on the spot, no arrears allowed."

"You're such a nag, tell me, how much is it?"

"I'll give you a discounted price, sixty-two thousand."

"PREWAR D28, the top is Adirondack spruce, the back and sides are South American black rosewood."

He explained further.

Wu Fan didn't understand either, so he pulled out his phone and scanned the QR code for payment pasted on the desk.

Dai Mao was truly stunned.

Where did the usually stingy Wu Fan get so much money? He didn't even bat an eye?

"Why are you just standing there, quickly pack it up."

Dai Mao said, "Oh," "Wu Fan, is it a gift for a beautiful woman?"

"Don't meddle.

Leave it here for now, I'll pick it up after nine tonight."

Wu Fan turned and left.

Leaving Dai Mao utterly bewildered.

This guy is really willing to spend a fortune to chase women.

Wu Fan bought groceries at the market, and as he climbed the stairs to his doorstep, Fang Hanyu's door next door suddenly opened.

She was still wearing a floral nightgown, her face flushed, and she softly said, "Wu Fan, come sit for a while?"

Looking at the captivating desire in her eyes, Wu Fan's heart stirred.

"Did your husband not satisfy you last night?" Wu Fan teased.

Ever since he kissed her, Wu Fan felt he had broken through her defenses.

Perhaps one day, he would be able to 'eat meat.'

Fang Hanyu fidgeted a bit: "Naughty, he only lasts a minute, he's useless."

Wu Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud, "One minute? Haha, is he not here?"

Fang Hanyu raised her hand, grabbed Wu Fan's arm, and pulled him into the house: "You come in first, are you afraid I'll eat you?"

Wu Fan propped his hand against the door frame and said, "I really like your cherry lips.

But I need to put the groceries away at home, and then I have to cook, so I really don't have time."

Fang Hanyu pouted and said, "Such a character."

She gave Wu Fan a charming glare, then turned and walked into the house, but left the door open.

Wu Fan looked at her charming demeanor, smiled helplessly, then opened his own door and went inside.

He had just put down the groceries when Fang Hanyu called from her doorway: "Wu Fan, come here for a moment.

I bought something on Taobao, but I don't want it now, how do I get a refund?"

Wu Fan walked out of the kitchen and stopped at the doorway: "Where's Wang Runmin? He hasn't gone on another business trip, has he? He should know how to do it."

Fang Hanyu said, "He went to play mahjong.

He gambles every time he has a day off, and I'm too lazy to care about him.

He doesn't know how to do anything, he messes everything up."

Wu Fan smiled faintly, then walked over, took her phone, and helped her operate it.

Fang Hanyu closed the door, and her whole body leaned against Wu Fan, intentionally or unintentionally, "I need to learn so I don't bother you next time."

Wu Fan turned his head and accidentally touched her red lips.

This woman, why was she so close, she clearly was... Just as he was about to kiss her, footsteps suddenly sounded from the stairwell.

Wu Fan felt a little panicked: "It's not your Wang Runmin coming back, is it?"

Fang Hanyu mumbled, "It can't be this early, can it? But the footsteps do sound a bit like him."

She stood up straight and listened carefully.

The footsteps stopped at the door, "Hanyu, open the door."

Sure enough, Wang Runmin's voice came through.

Fang Hanyu lowered her voice and whispered in his ear, "How did that devil come back?"

Wu Fan's heart pounded; although the two of them hadn't done anything, in this situation, it would probably be hard to explain, what should he do?

Fang Hanyu gestured towards the balcony with her eyes.

Wu Fan understood, walked through the room, and climbed back over.

Only then did Fang Hanyu wiggle her plump bottom and open the door.

Wang Runmin didn't even look at her, muttering, "Why did it take so long?"

Fang Hanyu ignored him, walked into the room, and closed the door.

She walked to the balcony door and looked; Wu Fan was already gone, he must have climbed back over, so she relaxed.

Wang Runmin pushed the door open, "Why are you closing the door in broad daylight? I had terrible luck today, I only played a few rounds and lost over three thousand, so depressing."

Fang Hanyu cursed, "You have the nerve to say that? If you hadn't gambled all these years, we would have moved into a high-end community long ago."

Wang Runmin walked over and hugged Fang Hanyu, saying, "Once you give me a big fat boy, I'll quit gambling immediately."

Fang Hanyu retorted, "It's all your fault, you only last a minute every time, I haven't even started and you're already finished, how am I supposed to get pregnant?"

Wang Runmin said with a grin, "One minute is also love.

I checked online, the length of time doesn't affect pregnancy, as long as there are enough times."

After he finished speaking, his stinky mouth began to nibble on Fang Hanyu's little face.

Fang Hanyu dodged him.

But Wang Runmin was relentless; he picked her up and threw her onto the bed.

Fang Hanyu no longer resisted, she just complained, "Playing with you, I spend more time taking off and putting on my pants."

At this moment, Wu Fan was sitting on his own balcony, smoking.

He couldn't help but chuckle.

Life, ah, good health is still the most important thing...