His eyes were filled with horror when he looked at Yang Lai.

Yang Lai said calmly: "Take it back."

He Fan's mouth trembled, and he looked at Yang Lai.

madman……

This man doesn't even want his own life, he's a lunatic!

at the same time.

The He family, three boxes with chips were placed to alarm, and the faces of the people watching the chips changed, "Second Young Master! The chips of He Fan and the three of them were endangered!"

He Xiheng put down the book and said, "Notify the person to locate it."

**

Yang Lai brought He Fan back to the Yang family. At the same time, the two guards who fought with He Fan that day were all brought over.

All the servants of the Yang family have been dismissed.

Yang Lai knew that he could not hide it from the He family.

It simply doesn't cover it up.

As he said, in order to avenge, he had no intention of leaving the capital alive.

He Fan and the other two were thrown on the ground in the hall.

Dying.

Yang Lai sat in a wheelchair and was quietly waiting for the police to come.

When the He family takes action, those people will pretend that nothing happened, but Yang Lai takes action, the police will definitely know.

He waited for them to catch him.

"Yang Jiu, you go." Yang Lai spoke.

Yang Jiu pursed his lips, did not leave, but only held the remote control, pressed it, "Pan--"

The lights in the hall are on.

When Yang Jiu saw the person sitting on the sofa, his pupils shrank and he was shocked, "Miss Afu, why are you here?!"

Yang Lai, who had originally bowed his head, also raised his head at this time.

He saw Meng Fu, who was motionless on the sofa, and his face suddenly changed: "A Fu!"

Meng Fu looked up, her eyes moved away from the three people, landed on Yang Lai, and said softly: "Uncle."

Outside the villa door, there was a huge sound of brakes.

Yang Lai knew that someone knew he had taken action.

He had guessed this scene long ago.

Although he is not from a noble family, he also knows that the people of a noble family have chips in their bodies.

When he had already taken action, Yang Lai knew that he could not escape.

Although he came earlier than he expected, he didn't feel afraid.

The only surprise was that at this time, there was a Meng Fu.

Yang Lai looked at Meng Fu and felt nervous: "A Fu, go! Yang Jiu, take Miss A Fu away!"

"Boom--"

This is the sound of the door being forcibly broken.

Hearing this voice, the dying He Fan gave a hopeful look.

The timeliness has passed, the poison on He Fan's body has failed, and the internal energy in his body has gradually recovered.

Meng Fu was still sitting on the sofa. She looked at Yang Lai without saying anything, but just shook her head slowly.

Yang Jiu didn't want to leave, but when he received Yang Lai's order, the sound outside the door was getting closer and closer. He couldn't help but walk to Meng Fu's side, stretched out his hand, and wanted to chop Meng Fu's neck.

Meng Fu raised his hand directly and grabbed Yang Jiu's hand.

He couldn't cut it down.

Yang Jiu looked at Meng Fu in surprise.

Meng Fu stood up and walked to He Fan. She looked at He Fan condescendingly, stepping on He Fan's injured wrist, and her voice was calm, "Do you want my flowers?"

Before He Fan could answer, at the same time, there was a "boom" outside and the door was broken.

A voice sounded, "Master, they are here!"

He Fan's eyes burst out, and his internal strength was restored and evacuated to his limbs, as if he was looking back. He himself didn't understand how his strength was recovered. His voice was angrily, as if he had found the backbone: "Master, our Master is here! Master, I'm here!"

Then, He Fan looked at Meng Fu and Yang Lai with hatred, "Wait, our eldest young master will definitely not let you go!"

"It's him, the next heir of the He family," Yang Jiu's expression changed wildly. When he remembered who the eldest master He Fan was talking about was, he turned to Yang Lai, "It's the eldest master of the He family, master!"

Yang Lai also felt a "knock" in his heart.

He heard Rui Ze talk about something in the hospital today.

Behind this, there was the work of the He family's direct descendants, so Yang Lai thought of taking action in advance. However, he never expected that the eldest son of the He family would come to him personally!

The He family is at its peak, and his heir is equivalent to the head of the family.

Such a person can subvert the situation in the capital in just one sentence, and turn his hands into clouds and rain.

When the gods and immortals fight, there is nothing ordinary people do.

Yang Lai was afraid of this situation, so he rushed to take action.

Yang Lai controlled the wheelchair to find Meng Fu, his tone was very anxious and impatient: "A Fu, go upstairs quickly!"

He was not afraid of the He family, but he was afraid that Meng Fu would be implicated by this.

"Bang--"

The door was opened.

Yang Jiu looked at the door in horror.

A thin figure appeared on the other side of the gate. His gentle eyebrows and eyes seemed extremely cold at this moment.

He Fan, who was strapped by Meng Fu, burst into breath. He suddenly broke away from Meng Fu, got up, pinched Meng Fu's neck with almost weak hands, and said to He Xiyuan at the door: "Master, I am Mr. Xiheng's person, they are the ones they used to attack me!"

Meng Fu's neck was pinched, Yang Lai widened his eyes and screamed in surprise: "A Fu!"

At the door, He Xiyuan looked at Meng Fu.

Meng Fu stood there, her hands did not move, her face did not smile, and her expression was cold when she looked at him, allowing He Fan to hold her hostage.

He Xiyuan's eyes were on He Fan's bloody hand, and He Fan's hand was still pinching Meng Fu's neck. He only spoke: "Let go."

He Fan was stunned. He lost too much blood, his tendons broke, and his mind was still blurred. He didn't react much for a while, "What?"

"Your ears are deaf? The eldest young master asked you to let go!" The person beside He Xiyuan looked at He Fan coldly.

He Fan subconsciously let go of his hand, and still felt proud in his heart, looking at Meng Fu and Yang Lai contemptuously.

The next second, He Fan was sobered by the cold eyes of the people around He Xiyuan.

wrong.

Why is something wrong?

He is He Xiheng's confidant.

Although He Xiheng is cruel, He Xiyuan is gentle. He has always favored He Xiheng. As He Xiheng's confidant, he is so hurt. He Xiyuan and his subordinates should not have such an attitude.

He Xiyuan closed his eyes, but the anger in his heart still didn't stop.

He Xiyuan walked forward step by step.

Yang Lai saw He Xiyuan for the first time. He controlled the wheelchair and blocked He Xiyuan. "Master He, this matter has nothing to do with my niece. I did everything myself. They injured my wife and I will return it. Please let my niece go."

He is asking for He Xiyuan.

He Xiyuan stopped.

He didn't know how to face Yang Lai.

Over the years, he and his father, Nian He Xiheng, both their parents have died and they have been too spoiled.

"Master, don't listen to his nonsense!" He Fan suddenly spoke, "She..."

He Xiyuan turned around and looked straight at He Fan.

"Bang--"

The guard beside He Xiyuan didn't say a word. After He Fan let go of his hand, he kicked He Fan in the chest.

His guard was Lian Jiazi. This kick made He Fan's eyes appear, and all his strength was used up.

He Fan, who was kicked to the ground, looked at He Xiyuan in disbelief.
To be continued...