Chapter 822: PEI Xi is finished, and Yang Hua’s mystery
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Jiang xinchen glanced at them. He naturally knew that these people were a little different. Cousin, you can’t go in.”
Yang Zhaolin shook his head. I don’t know.
Meng Fu leaned against the carriage door and looked at the embroidery on the guards ‘collars. She said lazily, “”Let’s wait.”
Not even five minutes had passed.
The door was opened.
Mrs. Yang and yang Lai respectfully saw a middle-aged man out.
The middle-aged man’s aura was extremely strong, and his eyes were sharp. He glanced at yang zhaolin and the other two indifferently, and his eyes paused on Jiang Xinyu for a moment before he got into the car.
They waited for the two cars to speak.
Yang Lai heaved a sigh of relief.
Yang zhaolin walked over and looked at the back of the car. “Dad, who’s that?” Yang Lai gestured for Meng Fu and the rest to enter the house.
After the people in the room dispersed, yang Lai heaved a sigh of relief. He did not hide anything from Meng Fu and Jiang Xinyu and said directly, ‘”‘That’s the he family’s direct descendant.”
“He family?” why are they here? “yang Zhaolin exclaimed.
The he family was an existence that could be compared to the Ren family.
It was difficult for yang Lai to even meet the Ren family, so why would the he family look for him?
Yang zhaolin’s heart was pounding.
Hearing yang Zhaolin’s question, yang Lai also found it strange. there’s a young lady in their family who likes flowers, so she bought all the flowers in your mother’s greenhouse.
“Rich and overbearing,” Meng Fu sighed.
As expected of someone from her senior brother’s clan.
Not long after.
The he family.
The middle-aged man knocked on the door. young master, I’ve brought you the flowers.
In the room, the tall man got up.
He was he Yuheng, a direct descendant of the he family.
He stood outside and looked at the flowers that the middle-aged man had placed on the ground. The pot of flowers that had just sprouted was the only one that was missing.
He yuheng’s gentle face instantly darkened. you brought everything? The middle-aged man was stunned. young master, I wouldn’t dare to lie to you!
“This pot is missing.” He Yuheng looked at the middle-aged man and showed him the photo on his phone. His eyes were cold.
The middle-aged man’s expression changed drastically. young master, I’ll go get it now!
He turned around, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and went out directly to the Yang family.
At the Yang family, Meng Fu had just finished his meal.
Everyone at the dinner table was discussing the he family’s purchase of Mrs. Yang’s flowers.
Meng Fu looked at Mrs. Yang. aunt, how much did they spend on the flowers?
“Ten million.” Mrs. Yang looked at Meng Fu, not particularly happy.
Meng Fu was speechless.
She was indeed her senior brother’s family.
Mrs. Yang’s flowers were all expensive. She took care of them herself and she didn’t lack money. She wouldn’t sell them to anyone else.
However, since the other party was from the he family, Mrs. Yang was also doing him a favor.
However, he was not in a good mood.
mom, ” Meng Fu turned to Yang Hua and thought for a moment. why don’t you learn from aunty?
Yang Hua glanced at Meng Fu and ignored him.
Meng Fu sighed and touched his nose.
Her phone rang in her pocket. Su Cheng was coming to pick her up.
Jiang Xinchen still had to study with yang Lai and yang Jiu at night, so Meng Fu didn’t wait for him. She greeted yang Lai and the others lazily, ” uncle, I’ll go back first.
Yang Zhaolin walked Meng Fu out. you really don’t want the driver to send you? ?
Meng Fu waved his hand. no need.
The two of them arrived at the door. Meng Fu pointed at the car at the intersection. my car is here.
Yang Zhaolin looked at the car and didn’t say anything. He remembered that Meng Fu had introduced it as her assistant’s car.
The streetlights were not very bright. Yang Zhaolin stood at the gate and watched Meng Fu’s car leave before he turned around and went back.
In the living room, the servants had already cleared the dishes.
Jiang Xinchen was reading a book while listening to yang Lai talk to yang Jiu and the others about the Yang consortium’s case.
Yang Zhaolin went upstairs to the study and continued to study the algorithm. Yang Hua went upstairs.
Not long after, a servant rushed in from outside. old master, those people from this afternoon are here again!
Yang Lai’s expression changed, and he quickly asked yang Jiu to push him outside.
The lights in the Yang family garden were turned on.
The middle-aged man went to the greenhouse in the afternoon.
He looked around and saw the pot of black soil in the corner of the greenhouse. The flowers on the soil had just sprouted, and he couldn’t see anything special about it.
It was exactly as he Yuheng had described.
The middle-aged man bent down and picked up the flower pot.
As soon as yang Lai entered, he saw the black basin in the middle-aged man’s hand. Mr. He, you . . .
“Why didn’t you give me this pot of flowers this afternoon?” The middle-aged man looked at yang Lai with an imposing aura.
At this time, how could yang Lai not know that the middle-aged man had come for this pot of flowers?
His expression changed slightly. Mr. He, ” he explained, these flowers don’t belong to my wife. They belong to my sister.
The middle-aged man hummed in acknowledgment. then ask her to come down.
Yang Lai didn’t want yang Hua to face the he family, so he opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
put down my flower pot. a cold voice came from behind.
Yang Lai turned around and saw Yang Hua coming out of the room. She looked at the flowers in the middle-aged man’s hand and approached him step by step.
“Baozhu …” Yang Lai’s expression changed and he immediately said.
The middle-aged man held the flower in his arms. He looked at Yang Hua lightly, turned his head, and asked someone to hand Yang Hua a card. here’s a million Yuan. The he family wants this pot of flowers.
After he finished speaking, he was about to leave.
Yang Hua didn’t take the card. She just said, ” I’ll say it again. Put it down..
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