Before Yan Mojiu and Yan Shaoting appeared, Yan Shaoxiang was the only child of the Yan family.
Old Master Yan looked down on Yan Shaoxiang, but as his eldest son was still young and his second son had given birth to a son like Yan Shaoxiang, he could not bear to see the roots of the Yan family cut off.
But Mr. Yan originally planned to bring his great-grandson home to teach him personally after Yan Shaoxiang got married and had children. He would never let Yan Shaoxiang, a bastard, inherit the Yan family.
As a result, God treated him well and gave him two grandsons. The eldest grandson was so outstanding that he laughed out loud when he fell asleep.
So Yan Shaoxiang naturally became an abandoned pawn.
The entire Beijing circle knew that Yan Shaoxiang had fallen out of favor.
Not only did she lose the favor from Old Man Yan that had never existed, but she also lost the fatherly love from Yan Zheng.
Yan Shaoxiang returned home from the hospital to recuperate. He lost his driver's license and his new car was smashed. He was as irritable as a wild beast that was suddenly locked in a cage, and he took it out on the people around him all day long.
Xu Yuhe stayed at home to watch over him and prevent him from going out and causing trouble.
She was very clear about the tilted balance in Yan Zheng's heart.
However, if you stir up trouble, you need someone to cover the bottom line. If no one covers the bottom line, you won't stir up trouble.
"Master, that guy...he's here." The maid walked in hurriedly, as if she was frightened.
"What who?" Xu Yuhe raised her eyes, her quiet face showing a hint of displeasure.
"You can't even speak clearly, right!" Yan Shaoxiang kicked him.
The maid fell to the ground and cried, "The one from Lincheng."
She didn't dare to say goodbye to the young master, even though he was the young master, but the young master wouldn't like to hear it, and she would be in trouble.
Yan Shaoxiang smiled sinisterly, "He dares to come here. He really thinks I am a vegetarian."
The maid was about to say that the other party had brought someone with him, but Yan Shaoxiang had already rushed out with big strides.
"Man, please go out and take a look. That man brought a lot of people here and he looks very aggressive."
Xu Yuhe's eyes changed slightly. Is Yan Mojiu so bold?
But Xu Yuhe was worried about Yan Shaoxiang, so she stood up and walked out quickly.
As soon as she walked out of the door, she heard Yan Shaoxiang's miserable cry.
Seeing Yan Mojiu's men, they knocked Yan Shaoxiang to the ground and held his arms tightly.
The bodyguards originally in the villa were all stopped outside the circle. They did not dare to confront Yan Mojiu head-on, because he was the young master protected by the old man and even the Yan department.
The Yan family's situation had changed a long time ago.
"Stop it!" Xu Yuhe looked extremely unhappy. She walked forward and looked at Yan Mojiu. "You are too rude. You are brothers after all. Besides, we are just staying at home and didn't provoke you."
Yan Mojiu played with the low-key lighter in his hand and glanced at her calmly, "The old man asked me to come."
“…”
Xu Yuhe choked, her eyes even flickered.
Of course she knew about the last time the old man sent people to their house to smash the car, and Yan Shaoxiang used a high-pressure water gun to spray it for more than an hour.
But she thought that those people would not dare to go back and file a complaint. Who were they to dare to file a complaint against her son? The old man could not support a group of slaves.
"The old man said that the people around him followed him out of the pile of corpses, and more than half of their injuries were caused by him."
Yan Mojiu lowered his eyes and looked at the flame of the lighter that was blown crooked by the wind. "In this regard, the old man and I have similar tastes, so since the old man asked me to come, I brought my brothers with me."
Brothers.
Xu Li and his companions straightened their backs instantly, their faces becoming even more stern and intimidating under the scorching sun.
Especially Xu Li, after he arrived in Kyoto, he wanted to change his surname, but his ancestors would not agree.
Fortunately, his name is Xu Li, not Xu Yu or Xu He, otherwise he would definitely change his name.
"The old man asked you to call someone? I don't believe it." Xu Yuhe pretended to call the old man.
Yan Mojiu glanced at Xu Li calmly and said, "Go get the high-pressure water gun."
"Yes, Master Jiu."
Xu Li quickly took the high-pressure water gun and the men who were holding Yan Shaoxiang pulled Yan Shaoxiang up from the ground. Two of them pressed him against the outer wall of the villa.
Xu Yuhe instantly understood what Yan Mojiu was doing to her son.
She looked around and saw no one to turn to, so she gritted her teeth and made a video call to Yan Zheng.
The call was disconnected.
If you go further, it will probably be silent and no one will pay attention.
Yan Shaoxiang was drenched to the core by the high-pressure water gun. A large group of people were watching from the surroundings. He gritted his teeth and glared at Yan Mojiu when Xu Li directed a stream of water that was not adjusted to be too strong towards his face. He was afraid of being blinded, so he closed his eyes.
Xu Yuhe's eyes were red, in her life, besides Yan Zheng, the person she cared about most was this son, but now her son was suffering under her nose, being bullied, and she could do nothing.
Her son's father even hung up on her.
If this was a call for help before death, would he regret it?
Xu Yuhe's tears finally fell, and with trembling fingers, she sent a gentle text message to Yan Zheng.
[Remember to come back and collect the bodies of us mother and son.] 】
Yan Zheng in the office pressed his fingers lightly on his temples and read the text for a while before calling the old housekeeper.
The old butler explained the matter respectfully and euphemistically.
Yan Zheng didn't pay any attention to what the old housekeeper said about the high-pressure water gun alarm. It was just a little rain, no one would die.
What he cared about was the old man's hospitalization.
"You mean, Mo Jiu put the old man under house arrest?"
"It's not house arrest. The eldest young master is concerned about the old man's health and wants him to rest for half a month or more." The old butler clarified on behalf of his young master.
Fart's rest.
Yan Zheng's temple was throbbing.
It's outrageous. What will happen if it gets out?
Yan Zheng hung up the phone, stood up and walked out, and the plainclothes officers outside the door immediately followed him.
When Yan Zheng returned to the villa, it was more than an hour later.
Xu Yuhe supported Yan Shaoxiang, who looked like a drowned rat. Her tearful appearance was heartbreaking. She had spent a lot of money to maintain her face, and the teeth that were knocked out last time were also filled.
"Husband." Xu Yuhe's tears fell, looking pitiful.
Yan Zheng looked at this face and suddenly felt a little annoyed.
People never cry.
Yan Zheng ignored Xu Yuhe and turned to look at Yan Mojiu, "Come with me to the study."
As he said that, he walked towards the study.
Yan Mojiu stood there without moving. Yan Zheng walked a distance, turned around and looked at Yan Mojiu with sarcasm in his eyes. His heart suddenly tightened.
Those eyes really look like his mother's.
Yan Zheng thought of Lin Ruxue back then.
When he and Xu Yuhe were together, she just looked at him quietly, then looked at Xu Yuhe quietly for a while, then got up and went upstairs.
In just two months, he lost her.
Yan Zheng clenched his fist lightly and walked back, "Let's talk in your car."
Yan Mojiu then turned around and walked towards the Rolls-Royce not far away.
The father and son got into the car, with the well-soundproofed windows closed, leaving only the slight sounds of the air conditioner and the engine.
Yan Zheng opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Yan Mojiu, "It's very hot today, right?"
Yan Mojiu was silent for a few seconds before finally reaching out to take it.
"The old man is highly respected. Even the top people in Kyoto are paying attention to him. Don't be disrespectful to him." Yan Zheng said.
"Go ask the old man if I have been disrespectful to him."
Yan Zheng smiled and said, "The old man protects you and has publicly acknowledged you. Even if you disrespect him, he won't say a single word against you."
Yan Mojiu raised his hand and took a sip of mineral water.
There's no point in saying this.
Let’s keep things separate.
"I don't approve the renovation of Lincheng Airport. Will you also send me for a physical examination?" Yan Zheng suddenly asked.
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