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Chapter 622 What is the face

Sure enough, as soon as Yang Xiaole stepped out of the hotel door, several bodyguards put him down, but they were not particularly gentle. They stayed on the ground and called their families.

Yes, they are family members. Hong Yan stood in front of the window glass and looked at it clearly. The people who came were their family members, not ambulances. In other words, these people had the same temper as Yang Xiaole. They had nothing to do and didn't want to get into trouble.

, and I don’t want to waste medical expenses!

"Yang Xiaole, you are indeed a strange person." Murong walked to Hong Yan and looked at the bursts of wailing below, and couldn't help but sigh. There are really not many people who can do such a thing.

"Yes, he looks quite bad, but he is actually kind in his heart. If he hadn't been splashed with water, he would probably still be sleeping on the rooftop at this time."

However, the strange man they talked about was now in a very embarrassed state, with no image whatsoever. Under the threat of Dong Jiajia holding a stick, he was forced to run around.

You said, don't hide, it hurts when you hit him. If you fight back, he is not the one who beats women, and it is his own brother's woman.

"Zhang Yisheng, you should take care of your wife. There are men here and they are still so violent. Can you be more ladylike?"

Yang Xiaole ran for help, but Zhang Yisheng had been warned from the beginning. If he dared to take Yang Xiaole's side, he would definitely be dead.

Zhang Yisheng could only silently pray for Yang Xiaole in his heart: "Brother, I'm sorry. I hope you can rest in peace in another world."

Dong Jiajia stopped chasing after she was tired of running. She was just pretending, and she was really pissed off by Yang Xiaole.

"Tell me, why are you doing such a bad thing?" Dong Jiajia had just exercised vigorously, and now she was speaking. She took a breath for a while, but this could not hinder her determination to teach Yang Xiaole a lesson.

"Are you willing to risk someone's life? If they throw water at you, why don't you just throw it back again? If you really can't find a corner to beat the person up, do you have to retaliate in such a fair and just way?

"

Dong Jiajia feels that she is the worst manager in the world, bar none. Every time, the company finally gets a little...

Once things get better, Yang Xiaole can do so many tricks.

"It's okay, just let Yang Qi help. As long as my name doesn't appear, who knows who did this?"

Yang Xiaole responded with a playful smile. This was not a big deal to him originally. Besides, with Yang Qi here, what was he afraid of?

Yang Qi was also very happy. As a person who has always been on the edge of the law, although she was only in her twenties and a woman, she was not afraid at all. She decisively helped Yang Xiaole erase his name, leaving only

Only a few young men were left hanging.

"Hmph, that's the right thing to do. We, the old Yang family, are not easily bullied. It doesn't matter if we teach you a lesson behind your back. If you want to teach a lesson, you have to do it in front of many netizens and friends. Only in this way can we be reminded

They are so humiliated."

Yang Qi was so impassioned that Yang Xiaole almost burst into tears when he heard it. He put his arms around his little sister's shoulders and was so emotional.

"Yes, yes, we are indeed members of the Yang family. We all have similar tempers. It would be great if Dong Jiajia understood me half as well as you do. Your brother wouldn't be scolded every time he does something.

"

Yang Xiaole was really aggrieved. He was scolded every day for whatever he did, but he couldn't retaliate or take action, so he could only hold it in.

When Li Qianqian came in, she saw the two siblings chatting impassionedly and thought it was funny. This is not a fine tradition of the old Yang family. They are basically two people of the same age and similar personalities who just want revenge.

.

But Li Qianqian agreed with Yang Xiaole's approach this time. They couldn't suffer the loss in vain, and it wasn't like they didn't have the conditions to cover up their whereabouts at home, so why should they wrong themselves?

"Brother Xiaole, come and drink some ginger soup. Someone poured a bucket of water on you, so you probably have a cold."

"Yes, I feel very unwell right now. I need my wife's help to take a good look at it."

When Li Qianqian came, Yang Xiaole's eyes widened when he saw his woman. He was so busy these days that he didn't have a chance to get intimate with her. He immediately abandoned his like-minded sister and turned around to grab Li Qianqian's hand and take the ginger soup.

"Sissi, I don't feel well. I seem to have a fever. Let's go back to the room."

Yang Qi had goosebumps all over his body. He guessed that Yang Xiaole really had a fever and was even confused. He was in love in front of his sister. Did he still need any dignity?

If Yang Xiaole could know what she was thinking, of course he would answer very frankly and naturally: "Face? What is that? I have never heard of it!"

In a small Chinese-style courtyard, old Mr. Murong took off all his Chinese clothes, leaving only a vest and a pair of pants. After tonight's party, Hong Yan also came back with him. This is the place where he learned medical skills from childhood to university, and it is still special.

Dear.

"Is it really useful? You've been researching this leg for more than a day or two. Can mugwort really work?"

An old lady walked in, carrying a pot of rough-processed mugwort, but to be precise, it was purely natural, because besides arranging the branches and leaves to make them easier to handle, she had no other use.

"Master Wife, I have failed so many times anyway. It is not impossible to try again this time. What if it is really good?"

When Hong Yan saw the visitor, he stood up with respect. This was Mr. Murong's first wife, Mrs. Zhang. They had grown up together since they were children and have been together for sixty years now.

"Xiao Yan, please sit down and don't act like an outsider. I haven't been here for a while. No matter how busy you are at your job in the emergency room, you still need a holiday."

Mrs. Zhang was adding mugwort to her man's foot bath while chatting with Hong Yan. It was still the usual routine, and finally it came to the topic of marriage. The most unpleasant thing Hong Yan heard every time he came here was these words.

In an instant, my head became enlarged.

"Okay, okay, I keep saying this every time. It's strange that people want to come to you!"

Murong knew what his apprentice was like, but it would be useless even if you said it a hundred times, so he interrupted his wife and stopped him from talking. Hong Yan cast a grateful look, and it turned out that this son-in-law was like a father, he didn't

Father and master are his reborn parents!

Yang Xiaole didn't say how long it would take to soak, but generally speaking, the longer the time, the better the effect. So with no one watching, Murong soaked for half the night and fell asleep directly. If Hong Yan hadn't gotten up to go to bed,
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