The middle-aged man didn't expect to hear Yang Hua's words.
He was still holding the potted flower in his hand, looking at Yang Hua, his face darkened.
"Baozhu." Yang Lai raised his head, raised his hand on the wheelchair slightly, and grabbed Yang Hua's wrist. He raised his head and shook his head invisibly towards Yang Hua.
Yang Hua didn't look at Yang Lai, but still stared at the flower pot in the middle-aged man's hand.
Yang Lai wanted to reach out and pull Yang Hua.
Unexpectedly, his wrist suddenly became numb, and the hand holding Yang Hua relaxed instantly.
His hands dropped to the wheelchair.
He watched Yang Hua walk straight up to the middle-aged man, her words stuck in her throat and the hair on her body stood up.
That's the He family!
In just a few seconds, Yang Lai instantly thought of how to take Yang Hua out of the country!
Yang Hua had already arrived in front of the middle-aged man and reached out to take the flowerpot in the middle-aged man's hand. .
The middle-aged man looked sharply and stretched out his hand. Just as he was about to touch Yang Hua's arm, his arm suddenly went numb and he felt like he couldn't exert any strength for a while.
In the eyes of outsiders, he only half-raised his hand and watched Yang Hua take away the flowerpot in his arms.
Yang Hua held the flowerpot and looked at the middle-aged man, "I'm sorry, these flowers are very important to me and I won't sell them."
She took a step back, the cold look on her face disappeared, and she returned to her previous appearance.
The middle-aged man looked at Yang Hua. He still couldn't exert any strength in his hands. He even found it difficult to lift his feet. Yang Hua even had a naive look on his face.
The middle-aged man was speechless.
He is very quiet.
Yang Lai didn't know that the middle-aged man was speechless, and his grip on the wheelchair tightened slightly.
The two guards brought by the middle-aged man were also waiting for the man's order.
He didn't say anything, and the two of them didn't dare to take action.
The atmosphere seemed critical.
"Godmother," Jiang Xinchen came out from 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, "You're not cold. ?"
With these words, the tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
The middle-aged man moved his fingers. He was finally able to move, but the energy in his body was still very weak. He looked at Yang Hua, then at Jiang Xinchen, and his eyes paused for a moment on Jiang Xinchen.
After about a minute, he spoke: "If you want to sell this pot of flowers, please contact me at any time."
He looked away from Yang Hua and Jiang Xinchen and walked directly outside.
As soon as the middle-aged man left, Yang Lai's heart suddenly relaxed.
He asked Yang Jiu to push the wheelchair and politely sent Mr. He out.
After coming back, he looked at Yang Hua and said in a deep voice: "You guys come in with me."
In the room, Yang Zhaolin and Mrs. Yang also heard the sound and came out. They looked at Yang Lai with a serious face and asked, "What happened?"
Yang Lai said nothing, only raised his head and said to Yang Zhaolin and Jiang Xinchen, "You two go upstairs."
Jiang Xinchen and Yang Zhaolin looked at each other and then went upstairs together.
Yang Zhaolin had been in the study just now and didn't know what happened downstairs, but he had seen Mr. He when he came back in the afternoon. After closing the study door, he frowned and looked at Jiang Xinchen: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Xinchen scratched his head, not sure, "That Mr. He seems to want to buy flowers."
Buying flowers again
Yang Zhaolin was thoughtful.
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 became more serious, "He came for the flowerpot of Baozhu."
I bought all the flowers in the greenhouse just for the poplar pot.
"Baozhu's flower?" Mrs. Yang lowered her gaze and looked at the flowerpot in Yang Hua's hand.
She remembered this flower, the express delivery Yang Hua received in Xiangcheng.
She once doubted whether she could grow flowers on this hard soil.
Two months later, the flower has just sprouted. The stem is very thin and slightly white, like a green straw protruding from the head, with a little bit of red dancing. Mrs. Yang has studied many flower species, but has never seen Yang. This kind of flower in your hand.
Yang Hua held flowers in her hands and didn't know what she was thinking.
Hearing Mrs. Yang's words, she came back to her senses, "This is Huo Xuelian."
"Huo Xuelian?" Mrs. Yang was stunned.
She had heard of the third-level protected plant Tianshan Snow Lotus, but not the Fire Snow Lotus.
But with the word "snow lotus", it should also be a rare variety.
"Baozhu, can you really not sell this snow lotus?" Mrs. Yang knew the seriousness of the matter and could make the He family spend a lot of money to come over. This flower should not be simple.
A common man is not guilty of carrying a jade.
Yang Lai also looked at Yang Hua solemnly.
Yang Hua shook her head. She held the flowerpot tightly in her hands and said firmly, "It can't be sold."
Yang Lai and Mrs. Yang both heard Yang Hua's determination, and they both fell into deep thought. If they didn't sell it, the He family would cause trouble again in the future...
"Miss 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 give up."
Yang Hua was also in a heavy mood.
If it’s other medicinal materials, it doesn’t matter if you sell them.
But this snow lotus, which she cultivated with great difficulty, how could she possibly sell it.
This is Meng Fu's fate.
She held the flower pot tighter. She didn't know what family the He family was, but since they came for the flower, they should have recognized the flower pot.
Sure enough, big cities are still inconvenient.
Yang Hua stood up and took out two kits from her pocket, one for Yang Lai and one for Mrs. Yang.
"What is this?" Mrs. Yang lowered her head.
"You two, take it with you. In the past two days, before I come back, you can't leave this bag." Yang Hua shook her head, then looked at Yang Lai and Mrs. Yang, "Brother, sister-in-law, I will send the flowers away early tomorrow morning. Don’t worry about the rest, it will be fine.”
After saying that, she went directly upstairs.
downstairs.
Yang Jiu looked away. Although he was nervous, he was also curious, "Mr. Yang, what kind of flowers did Miss Baozhu plant? Why does everyone in the family want them?"
Yang Lai and Mrs. Yang looked at each other.
The two of them obviously didn't know about Yang Hua either.
But they all remembered what Yang Hua said before. She said she had a career.
It's about planting flowers.
Thinking back to when Yang Zhaolin talked about Meng Fu before, the couple were shocked to realize that Yang Hua and Meng Fu seemed to...
Not very normal.
Yang Lai put the tips bag back in his pocket. He thought for a while and asked Mrs. Yang, "Who has been to your greenhouse?"
Mrs. Yang also knew what he meant by this question. Yang Lai wanted to find out who had leaked the information about the flower room.
"Just these people in the family, wait..." Mrs. Yang quickly took out her mobile phone.
Go to your circle of friends.
There is a message I sent in my circle of friends before.
I took a picture of the flower room inside, and the pot of Yanghua flowers was in the corner, very inconspicuous.
Mrs. Yang immediately deleted this circle of friends and looked up at Yang Lai.
Yang Lai asked Yang Jiu and others to pay more attention recently. Seeing Mrs. Yang looking at him, he shook his head slightly and said, "It should be fine."
**
He family.
It wasn't until the middle-aged man got out of the car that he felt the inner energy in his body slowly returning.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was so weird at Yang's house just now. Why did he suddenly lose all his strength
Naturally, the middle-aged man did not associate this with the Yang family, and only thought that something had gone wrong in his own practice.
After regaining his strength, he took a deep breath and went to find He Xiheng, but he was very afraid.
It was nearly nine o'clock.
"Master." He stood in the room and lowered his head.
He Xiheng raised his head and saw cruelty beneath his gentle eyes: "Where are the things?"
"That family won't sell it," the middle-aged man replied, suppressing his fear, "They want to keep it for themselves."
"Not selling?" He Xiheng smiled, his face still gentle.
It was a very warm smile, but the young man was so frightened that his teeth chattered. He quickly said: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely get it over!"
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 flowerpot.
The He family did not come today.
Everything seems to be back to normal again.
Meng Fu was still busy in the laboratory. Dean Li's laboratory was very busy, but the people in the laboratory were responsible for processing data and did not know the core content such as the thruster drawings.
Xin Shun took Xiao Mengxin to familiarize himself with the laboratory procedures two days ago, and during the following period, he followed Meng Fu around.
Meng Fu's cell phone rang in his pocket.
She looked down and saw that it was Xu Moyou.
M Xia: The stuff has arrived.
Meng Fu's eyes lit up. Now that the things have arrived, Yang Lai's treatment can begin.
She took her cell phone and replied to Xu Moyou—
old place.
The old place they were talking about was the old restaurant.
Meng Fu picked up the phone, sent a message, and asked for leave from Dean Li. Then he told Xin Shun about the matter 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, feeling a little strange, "Were you sending a message to someone just now?"
Meng Fu took his coat and was pulling up his sleeves. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows at Xin Shun, "Yes."
"But..." Xin Shun took out his mobile phone and was very confused, "Our mobile phones have no signal here?"
Meng Fu: "...?"
She pulled up the other sleeve without changing her expression and said, "Teacher Xin, go to bed early from now on."
Xin Shun was stunned.
Meng Fu pulled up the other sleeve unhurriedly, "What I just said was obviously 'no'."
Xin Shun doubted his ears, "Really?"
Meng Fu was very serious, his eyebrows still calm: "That's right."
Meng Xun, who was busy with data and listened to everything: "..."
Meng Fu glanced at Meng Xun, then took out the mask, put on the hat, and then put the mask on himself.
When leaving the laboratory, I collided head-on with someone.
However, Meng Fu was quick and the opponent failed to hit her.
After she stepped sideways to get out of the way, she pulled up the other side of the mask and left without raising her head, bringing with her a burst of cold fragrance.
At the door, the young man frowned slightly and looked in the direction she left.
Xin Shun, who was doubting his ears in the laboratory, saw the young man and came over quickly, "Classmate Guan! You are finally here! Come and take a look at this algorithm..."
Guan Shuxian was not as scholarly as his name, but his facial expressions were a little unruly. As he went to get his coat, he glanced at the laboratory. His facial expressions were no longer lively, and his voice was also a little depressed: "Come from the laboratory. A new person?”
"Well, here comes a newcomer who is as powerful as you. She just went out. Didn't you see her when you came in?" Ten times more beautiful, no, a hundred times more beautiful than your goddess... emm, three times, how about it, are you interested?"
Guan Shuxian said without interest, "Oh."
Xin Shun looked at Guan Shuxian like this and hated the fact that there is no grass anywhere in the world. Why did you hang yourself on a tree? No lady in this family even looked at you seriously!
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who hanged himself on a tree?" Guan Shuxian looked up and paused, "The new task assigned by the teacher this time..."
"Our new members have been dealt with," Xin Shun glanced at him coolly, "What do you need from me?"
Guan Shuxian was stunned for a moment.
**
Meng Fu's side.
She took a taxi to the alley entrance.
Then walked all the way to the pub.
A blue takeaway truck had already parked by the door of the pub.
Meng Fu took a look. She remembered that the last time she came here, the takeaway truck was still yellow.
She opened the door curtain and went in, then greeted the old woman who was drinking wine with a smile: "Grandma Wang."
Grandma Wang adjusted her reading glasses, saw Meng Fu, and smiled, "Miss Meng is here."
Deep in the tavern, Xu Moyou was on the phone with Yu Wen, "Yes, the same place, there are still a few orders to be delivered, so come over and deliver them."
Seeing Meng Fu coming over, she hung up the phone, stepped on the stool with her foot, not like a lady, and nodded the chair opposite with her chin, "Sit."
Meng Fu casually pulled out the chair and sat down. He looked up at Xu Moyou, pulled off his mask, and saw the simple box on the table at a glance.
She brought the box to her and did not open it, but knocked on it carelessly.
"What is it?" Xu Mohua's eyebrows were light and his eyes were on the box without moving away.
Meng Fu held the box in her hand. Her fingers were slender, white and delicate. She played with the simple box like a handicraft and said vaguely: "Don't worry about it."
Xu Moyou raised his eyebrows and reached out to pour a cup of tea for Meng Fu: "Okay, don't care."
"Yes." Meng Fu put the box back into his pocket, slowly picked up the poured tea, and glanced at Grandma Wang.
Xu Moyou's eyebrows twitched, "Don't think about it, ancestor, I don't want to provoke that person in your family."
She gave Meng Fu some more tea.
Meng Fu glanced at Xu Moyou and slowly said two words: "Go out."
Xu Moyou raised his cup towards her.
Meng Fu tapped the table with her fingertips. She got the tools, but she still needed the last medicinal ingredients. She was thinking about her things, so she didn't chat much with Xu Moyou, rested for a while, and then left.
After she left, Xu Moyou stopped smiling.
She looked at Meng Fu's back, narrowed her eyes slightly, and finally took her mobile phone and dialed an overseas number, "mask."
On the other side of the mask, he was holding a cigarette in his mouth and asked someone to apply medicine to him. He hissed before saying, "How is it?"
"She has good acting skills, but I can't tell," Xu Mohua leaned back in his chair, "But... I have indeed seen the pattern on the box she wants."
Xu Mohua fell into deep thought. When she left there, she was hit by several bullets, each fatal. She couldn't remember how she survived. She only knew that someone saved her. She couldn't see the person's face clearly, but Come to the pattern on that person.
That's the pattern of the blues family.
It's vague, but...
It was very similar to the pattern Meng Fu asked her to get.
"I told you a long time ago," Mask hissed again. He went to get the box and spent a lot of energy. "You haven't noticed that the people in the group, except for those on the kill list, have all had fatal injuries." Injured? You were just a hair away from being shot. I was surrounded by five fighter jets and only had one breath left. The commander went deep into the rebels and was seriously injured and was thrown into a sea full of sharks... "
Masks are counted one by one.
Xu Moyou was shocked. She always thought this group was a coincidence.
As soon as mask said it, she seemed to get some clues. Xu Moyou suddenly raised his head: "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, found a cigarette and bit it, "I think she is a ghost doctor. Everyone else in our group has it." There is only one great god to follow—"
At this point, Mask's voice also deepened, "Have you ever heard of the legend of the blues?"
Xu Moyou held the cup and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Stealing heaven in exchange for life." Mask said.
The price is high.
Xu Mohua can guess the other things without using the mask.
The elusive ghost doctor on Skynet.
"But," Xu Mohua breathed out a sigh of relief. Even though she mentioned this, she still didn't understand something, "Why did she want to 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.
When Louis saw him, he pretended not to see him.
Mask lay down again and said in a lazy voice, "Go ask her and show off your momentum."
Xu Moyou 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 surveillance and quietly came to the flower room.
The door to the greenhouse was closed.
The last pot of flowers was taken away by Yang Hua. Mrs. Yang did not add any new flowers. The whole greenhouse was instantly empty, and the gardener also went home for the holidays.
The man in black looked at the empty flower room, frowned, and left again.
Not long after, he arrived outside and bent towards the middle-aged man, "Sir, the greenhouse is empty."
The middle-aged man turned around, with a terrifying look on his eyebrows, "Empty? Why is it empty?!"
The man in black knelt down with a pop.
The middle-aged man lowered his head and gritted his teeth: "Why don't you go check it out for me!"
The man in black got up in a hurry and went back to find someone to ask.
Not long after, the middle-aged gardener was thrown in front of the man in black.
The gardener did not dare to get up and knelt on the ground, trembling.
The middle-aged man really couldn't bear to see him like this, so he lowered his head and said with disgust, "Where are the pots of flowers that have just sprouted from the Yang family?"
"Bao, Miss Baozhu took it 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 and said in a horrified voice: "No, I don't know."
The middle-aged man's body was full of energy. The gardener seemed to have been put into boiling water, and his skin was abnormally red. "Only the master and his wife know..."
The middle-aged man regained his momentum.
The gardener slowly recovered.
The man in black dragged the gardener down. The middle-aged man turned around and said, "Go and find out where those two people are."
**
Yulin box.
Mrs. Duan held the Buddhist beads in her hand and looked up at Mrs. Yang opposite, "Drink tea."
"If you have nothing else, I'll leave first." Mrs. Yang was playing with the bag of tips given to her by Yang Hua in her hand, lowering her head, obviously not wanting to talk to Mrs. Duan or look at her.
Mrs. Duan just looked at her: "What did you say to my son and grandson to stop them from answering my calls?"
Mrs. Yang was surprised. She raised her head and sneered, "They don't answer your calls. If you go to them, what does it have to do with me?"
She pulled out her chair and stood up directly, "If nothing happens, I'm leaving."
Go out the door.
But he was stopped by Mrs. Duan's people.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Mrs. Yang turned around and while pushing, the brocade bag in her hand fell down.
Mrs. Duan bent down and picked it up.
Mrs. Yang took a deep breath, turned around and said, "Give it to me."
Mrs. Duan glanced at the kit casually, handed it to the people around her, and then looked at Mrs. Yang: "What did you tell them?"
"Crazy!" Mrs. Yang really didn't want to see Mrs. Duan.
She gave Old Mrs. Duan a cold look, pushed away the person who was blocking her, and left directly.
Several bodyguards looked at Mrs. Duan: "Old Madam?"
Mrs. Duan's expression was not as good as before. She shook her head and said, "Step by step, go to Yang's house tomorrow and return her things."
She asked people to put the tips away.
After all, it was just an opportunity to meet more 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 very dark, and the smell of blood and mold was strong.
Facing a pair of black men's leather shoes.
Mrs. Yang raised her head 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 at Mrs. Yang condescendingly, with cold eyes: "Where is Yang Hua?"
Mrs. Yang looked at the person in front of her coldly, "I don't know."
The middle-aged man raised his hand, and beside him, a man in black came over holding a barbed hook.
His inner strength was not suppressed.
The middle-aged man looked at Mrs. Yang again, "Where is Yang Hua?"
Mrs. Yang looked at the barbed hook under the dim light, with chills and fear rising deep in her eyes. She said, "I don't know."
The middle-aged man said indifferently: "Do it."
The man in black is extremely indifferent.
The hook pierced directly into Mrs. Yang's pipa bone, causing a sharp pain that stung her soul. Cold sweat broke out on the back of Mrs. Yang's forehead. Her hands were trembling. She gritted her teeth but made no sound.
"You are really tough. I advise you to cooperate and tell me where Yang Hua is." The middle-aged man was obviously used to this kind of capital punishment. He lowered his head and looked at Mrs. Yang sinisterly, "You will suffer less. You should know Who are we?"
Mrs. Yang looked at him coldly and still said nothing.
She traveled extensively with Yang Lai in her early years and never suffered any hardships.
Can bear it.
The middle-aged man raised his hand again, another round of torture.
I don't know how long it took, but the smell of blood in the secret room became stronger.
Mrs. Yang is already unconscious.
The man in black looked at the middle-aged man and spoke cautiously, "This person is the wife of the richest man. Someone died here, and she is still an ordinary person. The head of the family may not be able to pass the test..."
The middle-aged man's eyebrows darkened, "Trash, throw her back!"
"boom-"
The black car stopped not far from the hotel and casually dumped the unconscious Mrs. Yang on the roadside.
not far away.
Mrs. Duan stopped on the side of the road and saw the matter clearly.
The middle-aged man casually glanced at the car where Mrs. Duan had stopped. He was not afraid. He even curled his lips sarcastically, got in the car, and drove away.
Next to Mrs. Duan, the young man's teeth were shaking: "Old, old lady... that's..."
They all recognized Mrs. Yang's clothes.
They all came out. That black car was the symbol of the He family.
"Old madam, how did they mess with the He family?!" The driver finally came back to his senses and breathed out, unable to conceal his horror.
This year, the direct lineage of the He family was very popular.
They were well taken care of by the Military Association and acted extremely arrogantly. 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.
This lineage of the He family is extremely arrogant.
Mrs. Duan also saw this scene at this time. She only glanced at it and closed her eyes. She turned the prayer beads in her hand and held the tips bag in her other hand: "Drive the car over."
The car stopped next to Mrs. Yang.
Mrs. Duan didn't get out of the car, she just lowered the window and threw the kit in her hand on Mrs. Yang.
She originally wanted to take the opportunity to win over the Yang family and took a fancy to Meng Fu's potential.
Now that Mrs. Yang had offended the prosperous He family, Mrs. Duan instantly retracted her thoughts.
No longer thinking about repairing the relationship with the Yang family.
She raised the car window and closed her eyes again: "Let's go."
The driver looked at Mrs. Yang, who was almost dying, and lowered his voice: "Old madam, but the young lady..."
Mrs. Duan's voice was cold, "Don't worry about her, let's go quickly."
Her hands trembling as she turned the beads.