The middle-aged man didn't expect to hear Yang Hua's words.

He was still holding the pot of flowers in his hand, looking at the sunflower, and his face darkened.

"Pearl." Yang Lai raised his head, raised his hand on the wheelchair slightly, grabbed Yang Hua's wrist, and raised his head and shook his head slightly invisible to Yang Hua.

Yang Hua didn't look at Yang Lai, but her eyes were still staring at the flowerpot in the middle-aged man's hand.

Yang Lai wanted to reach out and pull Yang Hua.

Unexpectedly, my wrist suddenly became a little numb, and my hand holding Yang Hua was instantly relaxed.

His hands were hanging on the wheelchair.

He watched Yang Hua walk straight to the middle-aged man, and he stammered his throat with a word, and his hair stood up on his body.

That's the He family!

It took only a few seconds, and Yang Lai instantly thought about how to take Yang Hua out of the country afterwards!

The flower of the middle-aged man had already reached the front of the middle-aged man and reached out to take the flowerpot in the middle-aged man's hand.

The middle-aged man's eyes sternly and stretched out his hand. He was about to touch Yang Hua's arm, but suddenly his arm numb and felt that he could not use any force for a while.

In the eyes of outsiders, he just half-lifted his hand and just watched Yang Hua take away the flower pot in his arms.

Yanghua 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 cold color on her face disappeared, and she returned to her former appearance.

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Hua, but he still couldn't use any strength in his hands, and even felt it was difficult to raise his feet. Yang Hua even looked a little stupid on her face.

Middle-aged men can't speak.

He is very quiet.

Yang Lai didn't know that the middle-aged man couldn't speak, and his hand holding the wheelchair tightened slightly.

The two guards brought by the middle-aged man were also waiting for the man's orders.

He didn't say anything, and neither of them dared to take action.

The atmosphere seemed to be a critical moment.

"Godmother," Jiang Xinchen came out inside the house. He was holding Yanghua's coat in his hand. He was not moved by the middle-aged man. He just walked over and draped Yanghua's coat on her as before, "Aren't you cold?"

With this sentence, the tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

The middle-aged man moved his fingers, and he could finally move, but the internal strength in his body was still very weak. He looked at Yang Hua, then at Jiang Xinchen, and his eyes paused slightly on Jiang Xinchen for a while.

About a minute later, he spoke: "If you want to sell this pot of flowers, please contact me at any time."

He withdrew his gaze from Yang Hua and Jiang Xinchen and walked directly outside.

As soon as the middle-aged man left, Yang Lai's breath was instantly relaxed.

He asked Yang Jiu to push the wheelchair and politely sent Mr. He out.

After returning, he looked at Yang Hua and said in a deep voice: "You come in with me."

Inside the room, Yang Zhaolin and Mrs. Yang also heard the sound, looked at Yang Lai with a serious expression, and asked, "What happened?"

Yang Lai didn't say anything, but just looked up at Yang Zhaolin and Jiang Xinchen and said, "You two go upstairs."

Jiang Xinchen and Yang Zhaolin looked at each other, and then went upstairs together.

Yang Zhaolin had just been in the study room and didn't know what was going on downstairs, but he came back in the afternoon and saw Mr. He. He closed the door of the study room. He frowned and looked at Jiang Xinchen: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xinchen scratched his head, not very clear, "That Mr. He seems to be buying flowers."

Buy flowers again?

Yang Zhaolin thought about something.

downstairs.

Mrs. Yang didn't know what was going on, "What did Mr. He want to do?"

"He came today not to buy your flowers," Yang Lai looked at Yang Hua, his voice becoming more and more serious, "It was for Baozhu's flower pot."

I bought all the flowers in the flower house just for the flower pot of the poplar flower.

"Born's Flower?" Mrs. Yang's eyes moved downward and looked at the flower pot in Yang Hua's hand.

She remembered the express delivery that Yang Hua received in Xiangcheng.

She once doubted whether she could plant this hard soil.

Two months later, the flower has just emerged. The stems are very thin and slightly white, like a green straw with its head exposed, with a little red leaping. Mrs. Yang has studied many flower species, but she has never seen such flower species in her hands.

Yang Hua held the flower in her hand, not knowing what she was thinking.

After hearing Mrs. Yang's words, she came back to her senses, "This is the Fire Snow Lotus."

"Fire Snow Lotus?" Mrs. Yang was stunned.

She had heard of the third-level protected plant Tianshan Snow Lotus, but she had never heard of the Fire Snow Lotus.

But with the word "snow lotus", it should also be a precious variety.

"Baozhu, can't you really sell your snow lotus?" Mrs. Yang knew the severity of the matter and could make the He family come over with great difficulty. This flower should not be simple.

Every man is guilty of possessing a treasure.

Yang Lai also looked at Yang Hua solemnly.

Yang Hua shook her head, and she held the flower pot tightly, very firm: "You can't sell it."

Yang Lai and Mrs. Yang both heard Yang Hua's determination. Both of them fell into deep thought. If they didn't sell, the He family would attack 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 feel like I'm going to give up on this He family."

Yanghua was in a deep mood.

If it is other medicinal materials, it doesn’t matter if it is sold.

But she finally cultivated this snow lotus, how could it be sold?

This is Meng Fu's life.

Her hands holding the flower pot tighter. She didn't know what family the He family was, but since they came for this flower, they should have recognized the flower pot.

Sure enough, it is still inconvenient for big cities.

Yang Hua got up, and she touched two tips out of her pocket, one for Yang Lai and the other for Mrs. Yang.

"What is this?" Mrs. Yang lowered her head.

"You two have to carry it with you. In the past two days, before I come back, you can't leave this treasure." Yang Hua shook her head, then looked at Yang Lai and Mrs. Yang, "Brother, sister-in-law, I'll send the flowers away tomorrow morning. You don't have to worry about the others, it's okay."

After saying that, she went upstairs.

downstairs.

Yang Jiu withdrew his gaze. Although he was nervous, he was also curious, "Mr. Yang, what kind of flowers did Miss Baozhu plant? What kind of flowers does the He family want?"

Yang Lai and Mrs. Yang looked at each other.

The two obviously didn't know about Yang Hua either.

But everyone remembered what Yang Hua said before, and she said she had a professional career.

It's a flower plant.

When Yang Zhaolin talked about Meng Fu before, the couple realized that Yang Hua and Meng Fu seemed to look...

Not very normal.

Yang Lai took the tip back in his pocket. He thought for a while and asked Mrs. Yang, "Who has ever been to your flower house?"

When he asked, Mrs. Yang also knew what it meant. Yang Lai wanted to find out who revealed the flower room.

"Just these people at home, wait..." Mrs. Yang hurriedly took out her cell phone.

Go to your circle of friends.

There is a message I sent before in my circle of friends.

I took a photo of the flower room inside, and the pot of the poplar flowers was in the corner, which was very inconspicuous.

Mrs. Yang immediately deleted this circle of friends and looked up at Yang Lai.

Yang Lai asked Yang Jiu to take more attention recently. Seeing Mrs. Yang looking at him, he shook his head slightly, "It should be fine."

**

The He family.

The middle-aged man didn't feel the internal strength in his body recovering until he got off the car.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was so weird that he suddenly lost all his strength in the Yang family?

The middle-aged man naturally did not associate these with the Yang family, and just thought that something went wrong with his practice.

After regaining his strength, he took a deep breath and went to find He Xiheng, but he was very scared.

It was almost nine o'clock now.

"Young Master." He stood in the room and lowered his head.

He Xiheng looked up and could see the cruelty under his gentle eyes: "Where is the thing?"

"That family won't sell," the middle-aged man replied in a desperate situation: "They want to keep it themselves."

"Don't sell?" He Xiheng smiled, his face still gentle.

Although he had a very warm smile, the young man was so scared that his teeth trembled. He hurriedly said, "Young Master, don't worry, I will definitely get it over!"

Today his strength suddenly disappeared and he did not dare to take action.

**
To be continued...