When the old man heard this, his hands were trembling with excitement, "...What are you saying? Can Xiaoche really stand up with his legs?"

Wen Yang nodded.

"It just takes some time, and the process is quite painful and has certain risk factors. If necessary, I advise you to ask Mr. Feng if you insist on treatment."

She has to explain the pros and cons in advance.

The old man frowned and his heart was shaken, "...will that hurt?"

His baby grandson has suffered too much sin and he doesn't want to let him suffer anymore.

"Or it's better..."

"It's okay, I'm willing to give it a try." Feng Lingche suddenly spoke behind her.

Just now, he saw that the old man and the two were having a lot of chatting, so he went to the study to handle the work for a while. When he came out, he just heard Wen Yang's words.

In Wen Yang's view, if it does not affect his life greatly, he is not recommended to receive treatment.

After all, the Feng family has strong assets. As long as you are willing to pay for money, there will be a large number of people serving him. There is really no need to suffer this life.

But what he thought was that over the years, all the doctors who have seen his legs have said the same sentence.

——Unless a miracle occurs, it is impossible to cure it.

Even the hidden master back then did not give an absolute guarantee.

But the little girl in front of her easily said something he would never dare to hope for in his life.

Wen Yang wanted to persuade him to think about it again, but when he saw the old man feel distressed, he respected his grandson. He didn't want to see him disappointed, so he finally agreed.

Because of the warmth and the 14 Western restaurants specially invited by Feng Lingche, the meal was particularly enjoyable.

After dinner, Feng Lingche answered the phone and disappeared.

The old man brought Wen Yang to his room and gave her a 500-carat diamond ring he gave when he married his wife. He also said regretfully that if it weren't for the size, he would have wanted to create a bigger one.

Wen Yang looked at the diamond ring the size of an egg in her palm, and her head instantly grew bigger. She quickly refused to say that the gift was too expensive and she couldn't ask for it.

As a result, the old man instantly turned into heavy rain.

Sitting on the ground and crying heartbrokenly, the upper body was not in a state of breath.

Wen Yang had no choice but to force him to take it away, thinking that when he saw Feng Lingche, he would ask him to return it to the old man.

Unexpectedly, just as he agreed, the old man shone tears and took her hand and chatted happily.

Wen Yang: "…"

Is this a little too fast?

...

Yufeng Garden Reception Room.

A basin of cold water poured from the top of the head without warning.

Su Rao, who was locked in a chair by a chain, trembled and suddenly opened her eyes.

When she first woke up, she was still a little confused. After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, Su Rao's face turned pale and she tried desperately to break free from the constraints. The iron chain made a loud noise in the confined and dark space, extremely harsh.

"Let me go! Let me go!! Do you know who I am?!"

His frightened eyes swept through the surrounding walls and saw countless torture instruments filled with them. On the rusty blade, you could still see the solidified black blood stains...

At this time, a man appeared at the door.

A man with a strong aura and a handsome man as handsome as a god.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, the neckline of the black shirt was slightly open, revealing the simple red rope inside, the lines of the jaw bone were as perfect as a carved carving, and the narrow peach blossom eyes were extremely cold. I looked her up and down for a moment, and finally made a sound in annoyance.

"Did you help me, or should I hit you?"

Panic flashed in Su Rao's eyes and threatened with a stubborn mouth, "I am Feng Henian's woman. If you dare to touch a finger, he will definitely not let you go!"

Feng Lingche glanced at Jiang Ci, and Jiang Ci immediately understood and threw his phone under Su Rao's feet.

Su Rao subconsciously glanced at the picture on the screen, and suddenly felt like a chicken that was pinching her throat, unable to say a word.

In the picture, she is an elderly and sick mother far away in the countryside.

On weekdays, he always listened to Feng Henian belittling his son, which made Su Rao subconsciously classify him as a waste who achieved nothing.

Unexpectedly, the so-called "waste" took less than half an hour to hold her only weak point in her hand.

There is no internet access in the countryside, and it is far from the imperial capital. Since this person can take photos of her mother in such a short time, it means that she must have investigated her identity a long time ago.

Including her luckily getting into the inside of the Rose Manor yesterday, it was probably a trap dug by Feng Lingche, waiting for her to jump in.

Facing a person with such a meticulous and terrible mind, once he lies, the body of his mother must be greeted!

"...You are ruthless, what do you want to hear?" Su Rao clenched her fists hard, took a deep breath, suppressed her body that wanted to tremble, calmed herself down, and tried to negotiate with him.

Feng Lingche took out the cigarette and held it lightly at the corner of his lips, lit it.

The curling smoke formed a beam of light in the light shining above his head, making his handsome face more arrogant. He waved his hand casually, and a man walked out of the darkness, holding a camera in his hand, and stood behind him.

"Who has Feng Henian met in the imperial capital recently?" Feng Lingche raised his eyelids slightly and asked lightly.

Su Rao was stunned. She thought he would ask, "Did Feng Henian send her to kill him?" but she didn't expect that it was the problem.

She thought for a moment, then looked down on the camera, and answered truthfully, "I had a meal with the people from the Black Panther League the night before."

Black Panther League?

Feng Lingche narrowed his eyes slightly. The Black Panther League is a powerful organization with great influence and spread throughout the country. It can guarantee money bets among top wealthy families.

It is rumored that once a party breaks the contract, he will experience the assassination pursuit that follows the Black Panther Alliance.

No matter how powerful the other party has, he will never escape death in the end.

Strength should not be underestimated.

But with his understanding of Feng Henian, the other party would never bet easily, even if the bet was that he wanted to cut into pieces, and he would be able to slash his son...

"Ha... even if you ask, it's useless. The master knows that I'm here. If he doesn't reply to him within 2 hours, he will definitely find this one!" Su Rao's handle was held in his hand, and he couldn't help but remind him.

Feng Lingche ignored her and continued to ask the second question, "Feng Henian's goal is Wen Yang?"

Su Rao's face changed slightly, "How did you know?!"

Feng Lingche's thin lips raised a sneer.

If the target was him, Feng Henian would directly send 200 killers to block him and beat him halfway, and then take him home to enjoy the scene of his miserable and miserable kneeling and begging for mercy.

How could he send a weak woman over and solve it casually?

I guess she was the bad idea she came up with by herself to use the little ghost to deal with Wen Yang.

At this time, a subordinate came in from outside, bent down and held his ear canal, "Master Buddha, Miss Wen brings it."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Yang appeared at the entrance of the stairs.

The pink haute couture series of Mermaid Ji sequin long skirt sparkles as you walk, like the water marks flowing on the lake.

The cold white and slender wrists were placed on the handrail, and under the delicate and beautiful facial features, a pair of eyes that seemed to condense the deep cold night swept across every corner of the reception room.

Without fear, I just walked down step by step and sat next to Feng Lingche.
Chapter completed!