My stall is a bit fierce

Zhang Lianyu felt dizzy at this moment, and she slumped on the bench, unable to recover for a long time.

It wasn't until she accepted this reality that she picked up her mobile phone and called home.

At this moment, in the Yang family mansion, Yang Cheng is sitting on the grand master's chair in the inner hall, fanning a folding fan, and the corner of his mouth cannot hide his leisurely smile.

Sudden!The phone rang, and it was his daughter.

Yang Xi shouted in shock, "Dad, something happened to Ajie and Xi'er!"

Yang Cheng immediately got up abruptly and rushed to the hospital.

Yang Jie and Yang Xi are his precious grandsons and granddaughters, if something happens to them, how can he explain to his ancestors!

When they came to the hospital, both Yang Jie and Yang Xi were lying on the hospital bed, their eyes glazed over, and their bodies were covered with bandages.

Yang Jie's face was full of cold anger at the moment, he stared blankly at the ceiling without a trace of expression on his face, while Yang Xi's whole face was covered with bandages, and she couldn't see her appearance at all.

"This..." Yang Cheng came and saw his grandson and granddaughter like this, one without two legs, the other without a face, and panicked instantly: "Who the hell is it? Who took my precious grandson and granddaughter Make it like this!"

Yang Jie stared at the ceiling, his eyes suddenly became irritable, and then he gritted his teeth and let out a deep roar: "Yes...it's Zhao Zifeng! It's the person he called, who took me and my sister into a taxi!"

"Zhao Zifeng?"

Upon hearing these two words, Yang Chengguang's eyes flickered with horror, and then the corners of his mouth twitched and he said, "Have you never heard of this person in Jinhai City?"

Zhang Lianyu's eyes were already red from crying at this moment: "Who is this Zhao Zifeng? Why are you so cruel and beat my son and daughter like this!"

It is said that a child is the heart and soul of a mother. Seeing her daughter and son being beaten like this, Zhang Lianyu's heart is bleeding!

"Son! Tell mom! Who is this Zhao Zifeng? I'll ask your grandfather to arrest him!" Zhang Lianyu looked at Yang Jie anxiously.

Tears streamed from the corners of Yang Jie's eyes, and his lips were chapped. He said, "Master, you must avenge my sister and me. I checked that Zhao Zifeng. He is a stinky brat who set up a street stall. The group of people last night must be those from him." The vendors who set up the stall beat me and my sister like this by relying on their numbers!"

Yang Cheng's face was extremely gloomy, and his white eyebrows were tightly wrinkled.

A stall boy?

How dare you do this?

Doesn't he really think that everyone in our Yang family is dead?
"Dad! You just said something! My son and daughter were beaten like this by that surnamed Zhao. Don't you feel bad? This revenge must be avenged no matter what! I want that kid to pay my son compensation Life!"

Zhang Lianyu wept and cried, eyes filled with sinister coldness.

"enough!"

Yang Cheng saw his daughter crying so sadly, and then looked at his grandchildren on the hospital bed, and his heart was filled with gloom, and he took a deep breath: "Okay, okay, don't cry, I will deal with them. Come and solve it, I will definitely let that Zhao Zifeng know what the consequences of offending our Yang family will be!"

A street vendor, Yang Cheng didn't pay attention to him at all.

At this time, Yang Jie suddenly opened his eyes wide, pinching Yang Cheng's clothes with his fingers, his eyes revealed a sinister look.

He was not reconciled, it was the first time he had suffered such a big humiliation when he grew up, and he had lost two legs.

"Grandpa! You must help me kill that Zhao! Definitely!"

The surname is Zhao!There must be a price!

Chapter 45 System Maintenance
Yang Cheng comforted Yang Jie with a few words, then turned and left the ward, and then said to Zhang Lianyu, "Send someone to arrange this matter, and I must arrest this kid!"

Zhang Lianyu nodded slightly, then cried again and said, "Dad, no matter what method you use this time, you must kill this peddler surnamed Zhao!"

Looking back to Zhao Zifeng, after he got the money, he went to the hospital to pay the bill immediately, and used the best medicine in the hospital to heal He Xiaoyu's wound.

Back in the ward, as soon as he entered, he saw He Xiaoyu was changing clothes while supporting the table.

"Huh?" Zhao Zifeng was stunned when he opened the door, and He Xiaoyu looked back, blushing directly on his cheeks.

"Ah!" Then she screamed, and because she was too excited, she accidentally sprained her ankle.

She almost fell to the ground, but thanks to Zhao Zifeng's reaction, he strode forward to catch her.

He Xiaoyu tugged on Zhao Zifeng's arm, tears were about to fall from the pain.

Zhao Zifeng sighed helplessly, and picked up Princess He Xiaoyu, feeling that she was trembling all over, her body was very soft, especially her round calf was supported by the palm of her hand, Zhao Zifeng couldn't help trembling along with it.

"If you can't change your clothes, call the nurse over, what's the point?" Zhao Zifeng said.

After hearing this, He Xiaoyu puffed up her face, pursed her lips and said, "I...I don't like others to change it for me."

At this time, He Xiaoyu hugged Zhao Zifeng's neck tightly, expressionless, not sure whether it was joy or anger.

Putting He Xiaoyu back on the bed, her expression seemed to be in pain again, Zhao Zifeng asked, "Is the wound starting to hurt again?"

He Xiaoyu shook his head, pointed to his ankle, and said weakly, "I have sprained my ankle."

Zhao Zifeng also noticed that her white and tender feet, which were painted with red nail polish, were red and swollen, and when he touched them with his hands, He Xiaoyu would cry out and shrink back.

"I really can't help you." Zhao Zifeng actually walked out of the ward alone.

At this moment, He Xiaoyu lowered her upper teeth and bit her lower lip as if feeling sad for an instant.

But within a few minutes, Zhao Zifeng came back with a bottle of safflower oil in his hand.

"Let me rub some safflower oil, put your feet up on my lap." Zhao Zifeng sat back on the bed and said.

He Xiaoyu nodded, slowly raised his calf, and placed it on Zhao Zifeng's thigh.

Looking at her little feet as white as jade, her five green toes are painted with red nail polish, which looks crystal clear and shining with a moving luster.

Zhao Zifeng rubbed safflower oil on his fingers, covering He Xiaoyu's swollen area, and pinched it gently, every movement was very gentle.

Although it was a little painful, He Xiaoyu still had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "When I was young, when I sprained my ankle, it was my father who applied safflower oil for me."

Zhao Zifeng raised his eyes, but didn't say a word, he didn't seem to know much about this girl's family background.

"By the way, you said before that your parents are abroad, so what are you doing here?"