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, 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, his wrist suddenly became numb, and the hand holding Yang Hua relaxed instantly.

His hands dropped on the wheelchair.

He watched Yang Hua walk straight up to the middle-aged man, her words stuck in her throat, and the hairs 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, this flower is very important to me and I won't sell it."

She took a step back, the cold look on her face disappeared, and she returned to her previous look.

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 hands holding 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 to be on edge.

"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 before, "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."

Inside the house, 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 saw Mr. He when he came back in the afternoon. After closing the door of the study, 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 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, which Yang Hua received as a courier 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 red color. Mrs. Yang has studied many flower species, but has never seen Yang.

Flower seeds in flower hands.

Yang Hua was holding flowers in her hands, not knowing 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 Tianshan Snow Lotus, a third-level protected plant, but not of 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 time 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 flower pot 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, she cultivated it with great difficulty, how could she sell it.

This is Meng Fu's fate.

She gripped the flower pot tighter. She didn't know what family the He family was, but since they came here for the flower, they must 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. You can't leave this bag of tips with you until I come back these two days." 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.

You don’t need to worry about the rest, it will be fine.”

After saying that, she went directly 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? How come everyone in the family wants them?"

Yang Lai and Mrs. Yang looked at each other.

The two of them obviously didn't know anything 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 into 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 house.

"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 poplar flowers is 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 energy in his body slowly recover.
To be continued...