Xu Yuhe swallowed her breath and wanted to let it go, but she couldn't do anything about Yan Mo's condition.
With trembling hands, she took out her cell phone and made a video call to Yan Zheng.
Yan Mozhi was still leaning against the corridor wall in the same posture. His white shirt almost blended into the snow-white wall. He looked at Xu Yuhe mockingly as she tried to get help.
reinforcement?
He is looking forward to it.
Yan Zheng was discussing aviation matters with several relevant personnel. After hanging up the video call the first time, Xu Yuhe called him a second time out of desperation. Perhaps Yan Zheng realized that Xu Yuhe had something important to talk to him about, so he clicked accept.
"What……"
The third word was not uttered, because Yan Zheng had already seen Xu Yuhe's face, which was swollen like a pig's head. Even through the beauty filter on his phone, he could see the bloodshot.
"Who hit you?" Yan Zheng changed the topic.
In fact, he already had the answer in his heart, but he still asked unnecessarily because he really hoped that it would be that answer.
"Mo Xiao." Xu Yuhe seemed to be holding back her grievances, her usually gentle voice choked with sobs, "Husband, can you come and pick me up? I want to go back to the villa to change clothes before coming to the hospital. Xiaoxiang is still in the operating room."
When saying this, Xu Yuhe technically shook her phone half a circle, just enough to allow the suppressed Yan family bodyguard behind her to enter the frame.
This could easily send a signal to Yan Zheng that his son not only beat his stepmother, but also allowed her to leave.
As for Xu Yuhe's "Xiao Xiang is still in the operating room", Yan Zheng didn't pay much attention to it.
Ever since Yan Mozhi returned to Kyoto, Yan Zheng had anticipated the conflicts between the two brothers. He even expected that Yan Zhixiang would be Yan Mozhi's opponent.
But Xu Yuhe is fine, because Xu Yuhe is the elder.
Yan Zheng looked at the people in front of him who were waiting for him to continue the discussion, raised his hand and waved gently, and they immediately packed up their documents, bowed, and left.
"Which hospital?" He stood up and walked towards the door.
Xu Yuhe breathed a sigh of relief and quickly told Yan Zheng the hospital and floor.
During the whole process, Yan Mozhi did not stop Xu Yuhe, but when Xu Yuhe hung up the phone and wanted to stand up, Yan Mozhi made a sound of "tsk".
The short-haired female subordinate in black clothes immediately stepped forward and pressed Xu Yuhe's shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Xu Yuhe struggled.
"The man is too seriously injured, so it's better not to move."
“…”
It's just bullshit!
Bastard!
Xu Yuhe held back her anger until Yan Zheng came over, which was half an hour later.
Yan Zheng came with two guards.
No matter how powerful Yan Mo's men were, they dared not attack Yan Zheng's guards.
Yan Zheng was wearing formal attire, giving people a sense of majesty and righteousness, and his expression was calm, yet it made people feel full of pressure.
The entire Beijing circle knew that although Yan Zheng had poor personal ethics and had an affair with a mistress, he had never committed any serious offenses in his entire life, and the mistress only came to power after the death of his wife.
"Help that person up." Yan Zheng's gaze paused for a moment on Yan Mo's face, which looked very much like his ex-wife, before he spoke softly.
"Yes, sir."
Two guards immediately stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, to help Xu Yuhe up from the ground.
Yan Mozhi didn't say anything, so when the guard came forward, the black-clothed, short-haired female subordinate let go of Xu Yuhe and stepped aside.
"Who taught you to beat your elders?" Yan Zheng took two steps forward, standing two people away from Yan Mo.
Yan Mo took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, making it clear that he wanted to talk to Yan Zheng.
The two guards knew what was going on. Ever since their husband knew that his mother had given birth to a son for him, he had been able to fall asleep many nights.
When it's hard to say who is right or wrong in a matter, but when the husband wants to deal with it, it's too late.
Xu Yuhe was pregnant with the second uncle, but the first uncle was already dead and the body was not found. There was insufficient evidence to convict Xu Yuhe.
"And how did your brother get into the operating room? Did you hit him?" Yan Zheng looked at the light on the door of the operating room and asked again.
Yan Moji had a cigarette in his mouth but still spoke.
Yan Zheng had never beaten Yan Xiaoxiang since he was a child. Sometimes when he got angry, he would beat him with a belt, and he would not dare to plead for mercy even when Xu Yuhe was crying beside him.
But at this moment, Yan Mo ignored Yan Zheng and treated Yan Zheng as if he were air. However, Yan Zheng just looked at him in silence without saying a single harsh word. Witnessing all this, Xu Yuhe felt as if a knife was stabbed in her heart, and it was a knife that kept twisting back and forth.
There was deathly silence in the corridor.
Until the lights in the operating room went out, the doctor walked out from the open door and broke the strange silence, "Who is the family member of the injured?"
"Yes." Xu Yuhe hurried forward and stood two steps away from Yan Zheng.
The doctor only noticed Yan Zheng, who was dressed in formal attire, at this time, and his eyes suddenly turned into awe. "The injured person's head was broken by an iron object. Fortunately, the wound was deep, so five stitches were needed. He needs to be hospitalized for a week to prevent infection."
"Okay." Xu Yuhe nodded and looked at Yan Zheng with tears in her eyes.
Yan Zheng thought it was Yan Mo who hit him, so he didn't plan to deal with it.
Then Xu Yuhe spoke up: "Husband, the orphan girl of the Meng family beat up Mo Xiang as soon as she came to Kyoto. Are you comfortable with such a woman staying with Mo Xiang?"
"It seems that Yan Mo should hit her mouth instead of her face." Yan Mo's eyes swept across Xu Yuhe's swollen face.
When your mouth is swollen, you will start talking nonsense.
Yan Zheng then realized that the one who injured Yan Xiaoxiang was not his brother Yan Moxiao, but the orphan girl of the Meng family, Meng Mingxuan, who Yan Moxiao had always protected by his side.
Yan Zheng already knew exactly who was around Yan Mo.
At this time, Xu Li brought Song Han and Meng Mingxuan back to the operating room.
Yan Moxiao took out the cigarette from his mouth, strode forward and hugged Meng Mingxuan's shoulders, frowned and looked at her still red and swollen face, "Why didn't you apply the medicine?"
"I applied ice for a while, then applied a layer of ointment. The ointment is transparent." Meng Mingxuan explained, lifting her face so that he could see clearly.
There was indeed a thin layer of ointment on her face, which gave off a faint smell of medicine.
After Yan Mo saw it clearly, he pursed his thin lips and said, "You little narcissist."
Meng Mingxuan: “…”
She is.
The nurse asked her whether she wanted a transparent ointment or an iodine-based ointment, so of course she wanted the transparent ointment.
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