The middle-aged man didn't expect to hear Yang Hua say this.
He was still holding the pot of flowers in his hand, looking at Yang Hua with a gloomy expression. .
"Baozhu." Yang Lai looked up, raised his hand on the wheelchair slightly, and grabbed Yang Hua's wrist. He looked up and shook his head slightly at Yang Hua.
Yang Hua didn't look at Yang Lai, her eyes were still fixed on the flowerpot in the middle-aged man's hand.
Yang Lai wanted to reach out and pull Yang Hua.
Unexpectedly, my wrist suddenly felt numb, and the hand holding Yang Hua loosened instantly.
His hands dropped to the wheelchair.
He watched Yang Hua walk straight up to the middle-aged man, his words stuck in his throat and the hair on his body stood up.
That’s the He family!
It only took a few seconds for Yang Lai to instantly figure out how to take Yang Hua out of the country!
...
...
Yang Hua had already reached the middle-aged man and reached out to take the flowerpot from his hand.
The middle-aged man's eyes became fierce, and he stretched out his hand, just as he was about to touch Yang Hua's arm, when suddenly his arm felt numb, and he felt like he couldn't exert any strength for a moment.
In the eyes of outsiders, he just half raised his hand and watched Yang Hua take the flowerpot from his arms.
Yang Hua held the flower pot and looked at the middle-aged man, "Sorry, this flower is very important to me, I won't sell it."
She took a step back, the coldness on her face disappeared, and she returned to her usual self.
The middle-aged man looked at Yang Hua. He still couldn't exert any strength in his hands. Even lifting his feet was difficult for him. Yang Hua even had a silly look on his face.
The middle-aged man was speechless.
He is very quiet.
Yang Lai didn't know that the middle-aged man couldn't speak, and his grip on the wheelchair tightened slightly.
The two guards brought by the middle-aged man were also waiting for the man's orders.
Without his order, neither of them dared to take any action.
The atmosphere seemed to be critical.
"Godmother," Jiang Xinchen came out from inside the house, holding Yang Hua's coat in his hand. He was not moved by the middle-aged man. He just walked over and put Yang Hua's coat on her as usual, "Aren't you cold?"
With these words, the tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
The middle-aged man moved his fingers, and he was finally able to move, but the internal strength in his body was still very weak. He looked at Yang Hua, then at Jiang Xinchen, and his gaze paused on Jiang Xinchen for a moment.
About a minute later, he said, "If you want to sell this flower, feel free to contact me."
He withdrew his gaze from Yang Hua and Jiang Xinchen and walked straight outside.
As soon as the middle-aged man left, Yang Lai felt relieved.
He asked Yang Jiu to push the wheelchair and politely escort Mr. He out.
After coming back, he looked at Yang Hua and said in a deep voice: "Come in with me."
Inside the house, Yang Zhaolin and Madam Yang also came out upon hearing the noise. They looked at Yang Lai, who had a serious expression, and asked, "What happened?"
Yang Lai didn't say anything, he just looked up and said to Yang Zhaolin and Jiang Xinchen: "You two go upstairs."
Jiang Xinchen and Yang Zhaolin looked at each other, then went upstairs together.
Yang Zhaolin had just been in the study and didn't know what happened downstairs, but he came back in the afternoon and saw Mr. He. After closing the door of the study, he frowned and looked at Jiang Xinchen: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Xinchen scratched his head, not quite sure, "It seems that Mr. He wants to buy flowers."
Buying flowers again?
Yang Zhaolin seemed to be thinking about something.
downstairs.
Mrs. Yang still didn't know what was going on. "What on earth does Mr. He want to do?"
"He didn't come here today to buy your flowers," Yang Lai looked at Yang Hua, his voice becoming more serious, "he came for Baozhu's flowerpot."
I bought all the flowers in the greenhouse just for Yanghua's flowerpot.
"Baozhu's flowers?" Mrs. Yang lowered her eyes and looked at the flowerpot in Yang Hua's hand.
She remembered this flower, which Yang Hua received by express delivery in Xiangcheng.
She once doubted whether flowers could be grown in this hard soil.
Two months later, the flower had just sprouted. The stem was very thin and slightly white, like a green straw with a hint of red. Mrs. Yang had studied many flower species, but had never seen a species like the one in Yang Hua's hand.
Yang Hua held the flowers in her hands, not knowing what she was thinking.
After hearing what Madam Yang said, she came back to her senses, "This is Fire Snow Lotus."
"Fire Snow Lotus?" Madam Yang was stunned.
She had heard of the Tianshan Snow Lotus, a third-level protected plant, but had never heard of the Fire Snow Lotus.
But since it has the word "snow lotus" in its name, it should also be a rare variety.
"Baozhu, can't you sell this snow lotus?" Madam Yang knew the seriousness of the matter. Since the He family had gone to so much trouble to come here, this flower should not be simple.
A man is innocent unless he possesses a treasure.
Yang Lai also looked at Yang Hua seriously.
Yang Hua shook her head, holding the flower pot tightly in her hand, and said firmly: "I can't sell it."
Yang Lai and Madam Yang could hear Yang Hua's determination. They both fell into deep thought. If they didn't sell it, the He family would cause trouble again in the future...
"Ms. Baozhu, why don't you sell it?" Yang Jiu couldn't help but look at Yang Hua. He really didn't understand. "I don't think the He family will let it go."
Yang Hua was also in a depressed mood.
If it is other medicinal herbs, it doesn’t matter if they are sold.
But she had cultivated this snow lotus with great difficulty, so how could she possibly sell it?
This is Meng Fu's fate.
She held the flowerpot tighter. She didn't know what family the He family was, but since they came here for the flowers, they should have recognized it.
Sure enough, big cities are still inconvenient.
Yang Hua stood up and took out two brocade bags from her pocket, one for Yang Lai and one for Madam Yang.
"What is this?" Mrs. Yang lowered her head.
"You two should keep it with you. You must keep it with you for the next two days until I come back." Yang Hua shook her head, then looked at Yang Lai and Madam Yang, "Brother, sister-in-law, I will send the flowers away tomorrow morning. Don't worry about the rest. Everything will be fine."
After saying that, she went straight upstairs.
downstairs.
Yang Jiu retracted his gaze. Although he was nervous, he was also curious. "Boss Yang, what kind of flowers did Miss Baozhu grow? Why do all the He family members want them?"
Yang Lai and Madam Yang looked at each other.
The two of them obviously didn't know about Yang Hua.
But everyone remembered what Yang Hua said before, she said she had a job.
It's a flower.
Thinking back to what Yang Zhaolin said about Meng Fu, the couple was shocked to realize that Yang Hua and Meng Fu seemed to look...
It doesn't look very normal.
Yang Lai put the brocade bag back into his pocket. He thought for a moment and asked Madam Yang, "Who has been to your flower room?"
When he asked this question, Mrs. Yang knew what it meant. Yang Lai wanted to find out who had revealed the secret of the greenhouse.
"Just these people at home, wait..." Mrs. Yang quickly took out her cell phone.
Go to your circle of friends.
There is a message I sent before in the circle of friends.
The greenhouse was photographed inside, and the pot of Yanghua flowers was in the corner, very inconspicuous.
Mrs. Yang immediately deleted the post and looked up at Yang Lai.
Yang Lai asked Yang Jiu to take people to pay more attention recently. Seeing Madam Yang looking at him, he shook his head slightly, "It should be fine."
**
He family.
It was not until the middle-aged man got off the car that he felt his internal strength slowly recovering.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief. What happened at Yang's house just now was so weird. How could he suddenly lose all his strength?
Naturally, the middle-aged man did not connect these with the Yang family. He just thought that something went wrong in his practice.
After recovering his strength, he took a deep breath and went to find He Xiheng, but he was very afraid.
It was almost nine o'clock.
"Master." He stood in the room, lowering his head.
He Xiheng raised his head, and beneath his gentle gaze, he could see cruelty: "Where's the stuff?"
"That family won't sell it," the middle-aged man replied with fear, "They want to keep it for themselves."
"Not selling?" He Xiheng smiled, his expression still gentle.
It was clearly a very warm smile, but the young man was so frightened that his teeth were chattering. He quickly said, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely get it over here!"
Today, his strength suddenly disappeared, so he didn't dare to take action.
**
The next day.
Early in the morning, Yang Hua left with the flower pot.
The He family didn’t come today.
Everything seemed to be back to normal.
Meng Fu was still busy in the laboratory. Dean Li's laboratory was very busy, but the people in the laboratory were all responsible for processing data and did not know core content such as the thruster drawings.
Xin Shun had been helping the newbie get familiar with the lab procedures the previous two days, but in the following period of time, he had been following Meng Fu around.
The cell phone in Meng Fu's pocket rang.
She looked down and saw that it was Xu Mohui.
M Xia: [The stuff has arrived. 】
Meng Fu's eyes lit up. Now that the things had arrived, Yang Lai's treatment could begin.
She took out her phone and replied to Xu Mohui:
[The old place.] 】
The old place they were talking about was the old restaurant.
Meng Fu picked up her phone, sent a message, asked for leave from Dean Li, and then told Xin Shun about the things at hand last night, "Teacher Xin, I have to go out for something."
Xin Shun raised his head and said "hmm", then looked at Meng Fu's back, a little surprised, "Were you messaging someone just now?"
Meng Fu took her coat and was pulling up her sleeves when she heard this and raised her eyebrows at Xin Shun, "Yes."
"But..." Xin Shun took out his cell phone, very confused, "There's no signal on our cell phones here?"
Meng Fu: "......?"
She pulled up her other sleeve without changing her expression, "Teacher Xin, go to bed earlier next time."
Xin Shun was stunned.
Meng Fu pulled up his other sleeve slowly and said, "What I just said was clearly 'No'."
Xin Shun doubted his ears, "Really?"
Meng Fu was very serious, her eyebrows and eyes remained calm: "That's right."
Meng Xun, who was busy with data and heard everything, said: "..."
Meng Fu glanced at Meng Xun, then took the mask, put on his hat, and put the mask on himself.
When leaving the laboratory, I collided head-on with someone.
However, Meng Fu was agile and the other party failed to hit her.
She moved aside and pulled up the mask on the other side. Without looking up, she left, leaving a cold fragrance.
At the door, the young man frowned slightly and looked in the direction she left.
Xin Shun, who was doubting his hearing in the laboratory, saw the young man and hurried over, "Student Guan! You are finally here! Come and take a look at this algorithm..."
Guan Shuxian was not as scholarly as his name suggested. Instead, he looked rather rebellious. He went to get his coat while glancing at the laboratory. His spirit was gone and his voice was a little depressed: "Is there a new person in the lab?"
"Well, there's a new girl here who's almost as good as you. She just left. Didn't you see her when you came in?" Xin Shun wanted to explain to Guan Shuxian, "Let me tell you, she's definitely ten times, no, a hundred times, prettier than your goddess! She's also better than your goddess... emm, three times, right? What do you think? Are you interested?"
Guan Shuxian was not interested, "Oh."
Xin Shun looked at Guan Shuxian like this, feeling very disappointed. "There are plenty of fish in the sea, why are you so stubborn? Miss Ren doesn't even look at you!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who is hanging himself on a tree?" Guan Shuxian looked up and paused. "The new task assigned by the teacher this time..."
"We've already taken care of our new member," Xin Shun glanced at him coldly, "What use do we have for you?"
Guan Shuxian was stunned.
**
This is Meng Fu.
She took a taxi to the entrance of the alley.
Then walk all the way to the pub.
A blue takeaway truck had already been parked outside the pub.
Meng Fu took a look and she remembered that the last time she came, the delivery truck was still yellow.
She brushed aside the door curtain and went in, then greeted the old lady who was pouring wine with a smile: "Grandma Wang."
Grandma Wang adjusted her reading glasses, saw Meng Fu, and smiled, "Miss Meng is here."
Deep inside the tavern, Xu Mohuai was talking to Yu Wen on the phone, "Yes, the same place, there are still a few orders to be delivered, come over and deliver them."
Seeing Meng Fu coming over, she hung up the phone, put one foot on the stool, not like a lady, and pointed at the chair opposite with her chin, "Sit down."
Meng Fu pulled out a chair and sat down, looked up at Xu Mohui, took off her mask, and saw the quaint box on the table at a glance.
She took the box to herself and without opening it, she just tapped it absentmindedly.
"What is it?" Xu Mohui's eyebrows were calm, his eyes were fixed on the box, without moving away.
Meng Fu took the box in her hand. Her fingers were slender, white and delicate. She played with the simple box like a work of art and said vaguely, "Don't worry about it."
Xu Mohui raised his eyebrows and reached out to pour a cup of tea for Meng Fu: "Okay, whatever."
"Yeah." Meng Fu put the box back into her pocket, slowly picked up the poured tea, and glanced at Grandma Wang.
Xu Mohui's eyebrows jumped, "Don't think about it, ancestor, I don't want to provoke that person in your family."
She added some more tea to Meng Fu.
Meng Fu glanced at Xu Mohui and slowly uttered two words: "Promising."
Xu Mohuai raised his cup towards her.
Meng Fu tapped the table with her fingertips. She had obtained the tools, but was still short of one medicinal ingredient. She was thinking about her things, so she didn't talk much with Xu Mohuai. She rested for a while and then left.
Only after she left did Xu Mohui put away his smile.
She looked at Meng Fu's back, squinted slightly, and finally took out her phone and made an overseas call, "mask."
Over at Mask's side, he was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and someone was applying medicine to him. He made a "hiss" sound before saying, "How is it?"
"She's a good actress, but I can't tell." Xu Mohui leaned back in his chair, "But... I did see the pattern on the box she wanted."
Xu Mohuai fell into deep thought. When she escaped from there, she was hit by several bullets, each of which was fatal. She couldn't remember how she survived at that time. She only knew that someone saved her. She couldn't see that person's face, but she saw the pattern on that person's body.
That is the pattern of the Blues clan.
It's blurry, but...
It was very similar to the pattern that Meng Fu asked her to get.
"I've already told you that," Mask hissed again. He took the box with great effort. "Didn't you notice that everyone in the group, except those on the wanted list, had suffered fatal injuries? You were shot and only one step away from death, I was surrounded by five fighter jets and only had one breath left, and the commander went deep into the rebels and was seriously injured and thrown into a sea full of sharks..."
Mask counts one by one.
Xu Mohui was shocked to realize that she had always thought this group was a coincidence.
Now that Mask had said that, she seemed to have some clues. Xu Mohui raised his head suddenly: "Then, she, she is..."
"I don't know what you think," Mask raised his hand and asked the person who applied the medicine to leave. He touched his purple hair and found a cigarette to bite. "I think she is the ghost doctor. In our group, everyone else has clues, only the great god -"
At this point, Mask's voice became quieter, "Have you ever heard of the Legend of the Blues?"
Xu Mohui held the cup and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Stealing the sky and exchanging lives." said Mask.
The cost is high.
Xu Mohuai could guess the rest without Mask saying anything.
The elusive ghost doctor on the Internet.
"But," Xu Mohui breathed a sigh of relief. Even after mentioning this, she still didn't understand one thing, "Why did she save us?"
Saved them and brought them together.
The most incredible thing is that Mask himself doesn’t know why they can live in peace with Louis.
Louis saw him but pretended not to see him.
Mask lay down again and said lazily: "Go ask her. Show your strength."
Xu Mohui didn't feel ashamed at all. "To be honest, I don't dare to ask."
Mask: “…Heh.”
**
Yang family.
night.
A man in black avoided the surveillance and quietly came to the greenhouse.
The door of the greenhouse was closed.
The last pot of flowers was taken away by Yang Hua. Mrs. Yang did not add any new flowers. The entire greenhouse was empty in an instant and the gardener also went home for vacation.
The man in black looked at the empty greenhouse, frowned, and left.
Soon, he arrived outside and bowed to the middle-aged man, "Sir, the greenhouse is empty."
The middle-aged man turned around, with a terrifying look between his brows, "Empty? How come it's empty?!"
The man in black knelt down with a plop.
The middle-aged man lowered his head and gritted his teeth: "Why don't you check it for me!"
The man in black hurriedly got up and went back to ask someone.
Soon, the middle-aged gardener was thrown in front of the man in black.
The gardener didn't dare to get up, he knelt on the ground, trembling.
The middle-aged man really couldn't stand him like this, so he lowered his head and said with disgust, "Where is the pot of flowers that just sprouted from the Yang family?"
"Miss Baozhu took her away early in the morning."
"Where did you take it?" A storm was brewing in the middle-aged man's eyes.
The gardener shook his head, his voice horrified: "No, I don't know."
The middle-aged man’s internal energy surged, and the gardener seemed to be put into boiling water. His skin was abnormally red. “Only the master and the mistress know…”
The middle-aged man retracted his momentum.
The gardener slowly recovered.
The man in black dragged the gardener away. The middle-aged man turned around and said, "Go find out where those two people are."
**
Yulin box.
Madam Duan held the Buddhist beads in her hand and looked up at Madam Yang opposite her. "Have some tea."
"If you have nothing else to do, I'll leave first." Madam Yang was playing with the brocade bag given to her by Yang Hua, with her head lowered. She obviously didn't want to say more to Madam Duan, nor did she want to look at her.
Madam Duan just looked at her and asked, "What did you say to my son and grandson to make them not answer my calls?"
Mrs. Yang was curious. She looked up and sneered, "They didn't answer your call, so you went to find them. What does it have to do with me?"
She pulled out the chair and stood up directly, "If everything is fine, I'll leave."
Go out the door.
But he was stopped by Madam Duan's men.
"What on earth are you going to do?" Madam Yang turned around, and the brocade bag in her hand fell down as she pushed.
Old Mrs. Duan bent down and picked it up.
Madam Yang took a deep breath, she turned around, and said, "Give it to me."
Old Madam Duan glanced at the brocade bag casually, handed it to the person next to her, and then looked at Madam Yang: "What did you tell them?"
"Psycho!" Mrs. Yang really didn't want to see Old Mrs. Duan.
She glanced at Old Lady Duan coldly, pushed away the people who were stopping her, and left.
Several bodyguards looked at Old Lady Duan: "Old Madam?"
Old Madam Duan's expression was not as good as before. She shook her head and said, "We should proceed step by step. Go to Yang's house tomorrow and return her things."
She asked someone to put the treasure bag away.
After all, it's just an opportunity to meet more often with the Yang family.
bathroom.
Mrs. Yang washed her face, turned around, and was about to leave when she felt a pain in the back of her neck and suddenly fainted.
When she woke up again, she was lying on the floor of a room.
The room was dark and smelled strongly of blood and mold.
Facing a pair of black men's leather shoes.
Madam Yang looked up and recognized the middle-aged man in front of her at a glance. Her pupils shrank, "Mr. He?"
The middle-aged man lowered his head and looked down at Madam Yang with a cold look in his eyes: "Where is Yang Hua?"
Madam Yang looked at the person in front of her coldly, "I don't know."
The middle-aged man raised his hand, and a man in black came over with a barbed hook.
His internal energy was not suppressed.
The middle-aged man looked at Madam Yang again, "Where is Yang Hua?"
Madam Yang looked at the barbed hook under the dim light. A chill and fear rose in the depths of her eyes. She said, "I don't know."
The middle-aged man said indifferently: "Do it."
The man in black was extremely indifferent.
The hook pierced directly into Madam Yang's scapula, causing a pain so sharp that it pierced her soul. Cold sweat instantly broke out on the back of Madam Yang's forehead, and her hands were shaking. She gritted her teeth but did not make a sound.
"You are such a tough guy. I advise you to cooperate and tell me where Yang Hua is." The middle-aged man was obviously used to this kind of extreme punishment. He lowered his head and looked at Madam Yang viciously. "You will suffer less. You should know who we are."
Madam Yang looked at him coldly and still said nothing.
In her early years, she traveled all over the country with Yang Lai and suffered all kinds of hardships.
I can bear it.
The middle-aged man raised his hand again, and another round of torture began.
After an unknown amount of time, the smell of blood in the secret room became stronger.
Mrs. Yang has fallen into a coma.
The man in black looked at the middle-aged man and spoke cautiously, "This person is the wife of the richest man. Someone has died here, and it was an ordinary person. The head of the family may not be able to pass it..."
The middle-aged man's brows darkened, "Waste, throw her back!"
"Bang--"
The black car pulled up not far from the hotel and dropped the unconscious Mrs. Yang off on the roadside.
Not far away.
Old Mrs. Duan was parked on the side of the road and saw the whole thing clearly.
The middle-aged man glanced casually at the car that Old Lady Duan had parked. He was not afraid and even curled his lips sarcastically. He got into the car and drove away.
The young man beside Old Madam Duan was trembling with his teeth: "Old Madam...that is..."
They all knew Mrs. Yang's clothes.
They all came out, and the black car, that was the He family's logo.
"Madam, how did they offend the He family?!" Fortunately, the driver came to his senses, breathed a sigh of relief, and could not hide his horror.
This year, the direct line of the He family was very popular.
They were well taken care of by the Military Association and acted extremely arrogantly, so even the Su family didn't care much about them.
The Su family is the largest, but they keep a low profile. The head of the Ren family is in poor health and doesn't cause much trouble.
Only the He family behaves extremely arrogantly.
Old Mrs. Duan also saw this scene. She only took a look and then closed her eyes. She turned the Buddhist beads in one hand and held the brocade bag in the other hand: "Drive the car over."
The car stopped beside Mrs. Yang.
Old Mrs. Duan did not get out of the car. She just lowered the window and threw the brocade bag in her hand to Mrs. Yang.
She originally wanted to take the opportunity to win over the Yang family and saw the potential of Meng Fu.
Now that Madam Yang had offended the powerful He family, Old Lady Duan immediately withdrew her thoughts.
No longer thinking about repairing relations with the Yang family.
She raised the car window and closed her eyes again: "Let's go."
The driver looked at Madam Yang who was almost dying and lowered his voice: "Madam, but the young lady..."
Old Mrs. Duan said in a cold voice, "Don't worry about her, just go."
Her hands were shaking as she turned the Buddhist beads.
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