Yang Xiaole looked ordinary, not strong in body, and even a little thin. But for some reason, Wen Jiaren felt scared. The aura emanating from Yang Xiaole made his hair stand on end.
There are two kinds of dandies, one is really a dandy, and the other is just pretending. The former will never give up easily, even if a knife is hung on his neck, he will not frown, while the latter is an ordinary threat and intimidation.
It's okay for civilians, but once you meet some awesome people who are not afraid of death, you will naturally become afraid of them.
Undoubtedly, Wen Jiaren belongs to the latter group. Although he is the dignified son of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary, it is better to say that he is a dandy than a straw bag.
After shouting for a long time, the bodyguard outside did not come in, which made Wen Jiaren even more scared. Where did the bodyguard go? Could it be that Yang Xiaole also took care of him?
Wen Jiaren knew very well that ordinary people would never be able to defeat the two bodyguards outside.
Usually, Wen Jiaren relied on those bodyguards to do bad things.
"Mr. Wen, you don't have to shout. The two people outside are probably going to have to sleep for a while." Yang Xiaole took out a cigarette. I don't know when, but his addiction to smoking became more and more intense.
Wen Jiaren was stunned and asked: "What did you do to them?"
Yang Xiaole shrugged and said with a chuckle: "Don't worry, Mr. Wen, I am a gentle man and will not kill anyone."
Wen Jiaren didn't say anything, but his face was a bit ugly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He was afraid because there were only two people in the room, Yang Xiaole and Yang Xiaole. If Yang Xiaole tried to do something cruel to him, he would probably be yelled at.
The earth is not working.
It feels good to bully others, and he has done it often in the past, but the feeling of being bullied by others is something you don't need to try to know that it doesn't feel good, and Wen Jiaren doesn't want to try either.
It feels good to hit someone, but I have never heard that being beaten also feels good!
"Mr. Wen, actually I think I'm a really good person. I've been so patient with you. If it were anyone else, I'd probably have punched and kicked you a long time ago. So, Mr. Wen, can you also make me feel that you are a good person?"
?Give me your confession?"
Wen Jiaren rolled his eyes and confessed. At this time, he wanted to curse, even kill someone.
Being afraid is one thing, but fifty million is another. Wen Jiaren felt that he had decided on the fifty million, so even if he was afraid now, he could only bite the bullet and endure it.
"Dream, Yang Xiaole, if you are sensible, get out of here right now. I will pretend that this has never happened today, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." Cold sweat broke out on my back and wet my clothes.
Yang Xiaole smiled bitterly and secretly sighed that it was really hard to be a good person these days. He really wanted to be a good person, but why did God have to make him a bad person again?
Outside the door, the Yang Jiang brothers were waiting hard and wanted to push in several times to see what was going on inside. Yang Xiaole had been in there for so long, but there was still no news.
"Brother, why did Xiaole go in for so long? Do we need to go in and have a look?" Yang Yang was very anxious because his son still didn't know where he was caught. Yang Xiaole said it was okay, but he was still worried until his son was rescued.
"Wait a moment, Xiaole asked us to wait outside, there's no point in going in." Yang Jiang said after thinking for a moment.
"But waiting like this is not an option." Bai Baoling was already crying until her voice became hoarse. Her son was her heart and soul, and she couldn't bear to imagine that if something unexpected happened to her son, would she, a mother, still have the courage and confidence to live?
Go down.
"Third brother, the eldest brother is right, we should believe Xiao Le." Yang Hai is the calmest of the three brothers. He always feels that his nephew Yang Xiaole has changed and is very different from before. As for what is different, it is not the same.
Know.
The most important thing is that they now place all their hopes on Yang Xiaole, and there is nothing they can do other than that.
On the ground, the two big men in black who were attacked by Yang Xiaole remained motionless. From a distance, it was impossible to tell whether they were dead or alive.
Yang Jiang was really afraid that his son would be too heavy-handed and would beat those two people to death. In that case, things would become a big deal. The backstage of those people was the secretary of the provincial party committee. If they angered each other, maybe only God knows what the result would be.
"Mr. Wen, are you sure you really want me to take action?" Yang Xiaole bent down and stretched his face in front of Wen Jiaren. The distance between the two faces was only a few centimeters.
As soon as Yang Xiaole spoke, Wen Jiaren's brows furrowed even more tightly, and bursts of smoke erupted from Yang Xiaole's middle, making people want to vomit.
"Yang Xiaole, you want to touch me? Damn, have you ever thought about the consequences?"
"Consequences?" Yang Xiaole was stunned, "I really haven't thought about this. I would like to ask, what are the consequences? Oh, I understand, your father is the secretary of the Provincial Party Committee."
"Hmph! Yang Xiaole, assuming you still have some self-awareness, if you leave now, I will pretend that this never happened." Wen Jiaren thought that Yang Xiaole was afraid, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart.
Yang Xiaole blew out smoke at Wen Jiaren. He sympathized more with Wen Jiaren. The dignified son of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary turned out to be such a bird, such a coward.
Both have the same surname: Wen Tangjian, but Wen Tangjian is much smarter than the Wen Jiaren in front of him!
Stung by the smoke, Wen Jiaren kept coughing.
"Mr. Wen, you are right. You have an awesome old man. Logically speaking, I should be afraid, but I don't know why. I'm not afraid. Why do you think so?" Yang Xiaole sneered.
Wen Jiaren was stunned. Yang Xiaole's words made him a little confused and confused.
"Mr. Wen, you've finished threatening. Now, it's my turn, and it's my turn to threaten you. Mr. Wen, I'll ask you again. Remember, it's the last time. Please give me your confession." Yang Xiaole's expression changed.
Suddenly, the smile that originally hung on his face disappeared in an instant.
Wen Jiaren trembled all over, Yang Xiaole smiled sometimes and looked cold at other times. This kind of person is often very scary, "Yang Xiaole, you have to think clearly about the consequences."
Yang Xiaole smiled and shook his head and said: "Alas! It seems that Mr. Wen, you are really not a smart man. In this case, don't blame me for being rude." After saying that, Yang Xiaole forcefully pulled open the quilt that was originally covering Wen Jiaren.
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Wen Jiaren was startled and reached out to grab the quilt, but unfortunately he was too late and the quilt had been pulled to the ground by Yang Xiaole.
After losing the quilt, Wen Jiaren felt that his whole body was exposed in front of Yang Xiaole. When he got out of bed and wanted to get the quilt, Yang Xiaole took action. He had reached the limit of his endurance and finally couldn't help but take action.
Turning his palm into a fist, he struck at Wen Jiaren's nose with lightning speed.
"Bang... click." A creepy sound sounded, followed by Wen Jiaren's extremely sharp screams.
However, Wen Jiaren's screams did not stop Yang Xiaole, and he continued to attack Wen Jiaren's nose with his huge fist, as if in Yang Xiaole's eyes, the opponent's nose was not a nose, but cotton.
The pitiful screams spread outside, startling the Yang Jiang brothers who were waiting outside. Without any time to think, they rushed into the room one by one. Whether it was Yang Xiaole being beaten or Yang Xiaole hitting each other, it was not what they wanted to see.
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When they opened the door, Yang Jiang and others were dumbfounded. They saw Yang Xiaole slapping the clothes on Wen Jiaren's chest with his left hand, and clenching his right hand into a fist and punching Wen Jiaren in the face.
When Yang Yang saw this scene, he was so frightened that his legs weakened and he almost fell to the ground. His first reaction was that it was over. This time it was completely over. Yang Xiaole beat the provincial party secretary and his son, and his son would definitely be buried with him.
What is the identity of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary? In the eyes of many people, he is an unreachable big shot. They can only look up to him. But now, Yang Xiaole has beaten up the Provincial Party Committee Secretary. There is no way to end this matter.
Cold sweat broke out from nowhere, his clothes were already wet, and his hands and feet were cold. Yang Yang was about to cry without tears.
One punch.
Two punches.
Three punches.
Yang Xiaole continued to hit Wen Jiaren's nose, and it seemed that he still had no intention of stopping.
At this time, Wen Jiaren could no longer even scream. He wanted to faint, but the severe stinging pain made it impossible for him to faint even if he wanted to. He was very conscious.
"Xiao Le, what are you doing? Stop it." Yang Jiang, who reacted from the surprise, rushed to Yang Xiaole's side immediately and pulled Yang Xiaole away forcefully. No matter what the reason, Yang Xiaole could not be allowed to continue fighting.
Yang Xiaole was pulled away, and his left hand also let go of the clothes on Wen Jiaren's chest. As soon as he let go, Wen Jiaren fell back. Wen Jiaren was spinning and couldn't sit still at all, his eyes were filled with stars.
At this time, Wen Jiaren could no longer be described as miserable. His appearance was very scary. His whole face was covered with blood, and his nose was even more collapsed. Yes, the whole nose was collapsed.
"Xiao Le, what are you doing?" Yang Jiang was shocked and frightened by Wen Jiaren's appearance. Originally, it had nothing to do with him how Wen Jiaren was beaten, but now it was Yang Jiang who beat Wen Jiaren.
Jiang's son, this scared him.
"Dad, it's okay. By the way, why did you come in?" Yang Xiaole wiped it with a white sheet, as if nothing happened, as if it was not him who hit Wen Jiaren.
"Xiao Le, how could you do this?" At this moment, Yang Yang wanted to crush Yang Xiaole to death. He asked him to help because he hoped that he could solve the problem instead of making things more contradictory.
"Xiao Le, Third Aunt knows that it was Third Aunt who was sorry for you in the past, but you don't have to harm Third Aunt like this. How could you do this?" Bai Baoling woke up from the fright and suddenly pushed Yang Xiaole hard, her expression very angry.
In fact, Bai Baoling couldn't help but be angry. Anyone else would probably be angry. Is Yang Xiaole trying to solve the problem? No, he is making the matter more contradictory. To put it bluntly, he wants to punish her, the third aunt, to death.
Is Yang Xiaole taking the opportunity to take revenge?
Except for Wen Jiaren, who was beaten to the point of dying, everyone else in the room had this idea, thinking that Yang Xiaole was taking the opportunity to take revenge.
"Third Aunt, do you sympathize with him?" Yang Xiaole asked.
Bai Baoling was stunned. Of course she didn't sympathize with Wen Jiaren, but now that Wen Jiaren was injured, how would the next thing end? It would not end well.
"Xiao Le, how can you be so impulsive?" Yang Hai also thought that Yang Xiaole was too impulsive. Yang Xiaole was not here to solve the problem at all, but to stimulate conflicts.
"Yang Xiaole, you dare to do this to me, you... you are dead, I swear, I will kill you, I will make your whole family die without a burial place." On the hospital bed, Wen Jiaren said with a ferocious face,
However, even if he didn't speak, his appearance at this time was ferocious and scary enough.
"Mr. Wen, let me ask again, where did the confession go?" Yang Xiaole turned around and asked. At this point, he has no way of turning back. What's more, there is no way of turning back in this world. Once some things are decided, there is no turning back.
possible.
"Confession? Yang Xiaole, if you still dare to give a confession now, I tell you, just wait for death, haha... I must let you all die without a burial place."
Yang Hai and others were shocked and said repeatedly: "Master Wen, this matter has nothing to do with us."
Yang Xiaole frowned when he heard this, and looked at Yang Hai, his second uncle. In his heart, he was becoming more and more dissatisfied with this second uncle. What does this mean? When disaster strikes, everyone will fly away.
"It doesn't matter? Huh! Even if it doesn't matter, you have to die. You guys are dead." Wen Jiaren was determined in his heart that he would never let these people go. The dignified Young Master of the Provincial Party Committee has never suffered such a loss today.
If he can't let out his bad breath, how will he see people in the future?
Yang Hai's words also made Yang Jiang, the eldest brother, feel uncomfortable. The second brother obviously wanted to shirk responsibility. Even if Xiao Le acted excessively, it was just to help the third brother.
"Yes, Mr. Wen, this matter really has nothing to do with us. As you saw just now, we came in from behind and had no idea what happened just now." Yang Hai was not the only one who was anxious, his wife Zhang Yujie was also extremely anxious.
At the same time, his heart was filled with hatred for Yang Xiaole.
"Don't blame me. If you want to blame, blame yourselves. Blame yourselves for being Yang Xiaole's family." With so many people around, he wasn't worried. On the contrary, he was only worried when he was alone in a room with Yang Xiaole just now.
"We are not his family, he has nothing to do with us, Mr. Wen, please don't misunderstand." Zhang Yujie said, Wen Jiaren is the secretary of the provincial party committee, and she cannot afford to offend him, so she can only hide, hoping that she can afford to hide.
The corner of Yang Xiaole's mouth twitched slightly, and his face looked a little ugly. The second aunt's words made him feel helpless and angry.
"Yujie, what are you talking about? Xiaole is my son, why is he no longer part of your family?" Song Xuemei, who couldn't bear it anymore, asked coldly.
Zhang Yujie blushed, but she didn't mean to back down, "Sister-in-law, you can't say that. Xiaole is your son, but you have no reason to let us suffer together. It's your son who offended someone, what does it have to do with us? Why should you?
Are we going to suffer together?"
"You...how can you talk like this?" Yang Jiang was so angry that he almost choked to death at Zhang Yujie's words.
Next to him, Yang Hai remained silent and motionless. It seemed that he had no intention of speaking and did not dare to meet Yang Jiang's eyes.
"Dad, don't be angry, calm down." Yang Xiaole can no longer use the word "hate" to describe the other person, a relative, this is a relative.
Zhang Yujie thinks this way. Yang Xiaole is her nephew, which is true, but now she has offended the Provincial Party Committee Secretary. After weighing the situation, she thinks that she cannot offend the Provincial Party Committee Secretary because of Yang Xiaole.
"Haha... That's so interesting, Yang Xiaole, is this your family?" Wen Jiaren suddenly laughed wildly. His smile made the Yang Jiang brothers blush, especially Yang Hai, who was so embarrassed that he wanted to find someone.
He got into the cracks in the ground, he has no face to see anyone!
"Mr. Wen, we really have nothing to do with him. Please let us go." Zhang Yujie begged for mercy. At this point, she couldn't care less about face. As long as Wen Jiaren didn't move her, it would be worth it.
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"Okay, I promise you, I will never touch you." Wen Jiaren said with a smile, he couldn't defeat Yang Xiaole, but he could make Yang Xiaole lose face, which is also something to be happy about.
"Thank you, Mr. Wen, thank you." Zhang Yujie felt relieved, and the piece of Taishi that was pressing on her chest finally fell away, as long as the other party no longer pursues it.
"Go away!" Wen Jiaren shouted coldly, he looked down on such people.
"Yes, Mr. Wen, we will leave immediately." Although Zhang Yujie looked ugly, she still forced her husband Yang Hai to leave.
Yang Hai seemed a little reluctant to leave, half-reluctant, and finally left.
"Third uncle, what about you? What do you think? Are you like the second uncle?" Yang Xiaole asked. At this moment, he needs an attitude, the third uncle Yang Yang's attitude. If the third uncle is like the second uncle, then what will happen today?
He couldn't help anymore.
Yang Yang hesitated, what should he do? From a personal point of view, of course he didn't want to offend Wen Jiaren. The other party's backstage was too tough, and a head-on confrontation with such a person would undoubtedly be an egg against a rock.
What's more, so far, his son is still in Wen Jiaren's hands, which makes him even more wary, fearing that Wen Jiaren will be angry with his son again.
"Mr. Wen, please let my son go. I'm here to apologize to you." Bai Baoling suddenly knelt down. As long as she could save her son, it didn't matter what she did.
Yang Xiaole felt a little sad when he saw it. No matter what, Bai Baoling was still his third aunt, but now, his third aunt was kneeling down in front of him. How could he feel so embarrassed?
When Bai Baoling knelt down, Wen Jiaren was even more proud. He laughed and said, "It's one thing after another. Do you think Yang Xiaole is a relative? It has nothing to do with your son."
No matter how happy he is, Wen Jiaren will not joke with money. He is about to get 50 million, and he has no reason to give up, even if Bai Baoling kneels down to him.
"Mr. Wen, please be kind and let my son go, please." Bai Baoling begged for mercy.
Yang Xiaole was very depressed. He didn't expect that things would get to this point. He was so damn speechless. How could it be like this? In his imagination, he would fix Wen Jiaren well after coming in, but who knew that this farce would happen.
Yang Xiaole knew that the reason for such mischief was not because the opponent was too powerful, but because the second uncle and the others were too cowardly and fearful of death.
Depressed, Yang Xiaole did not intend to take action until his third uncle Yang Yang's answer came out.
It is worth mentioning that Song Xuemei also had the same idea as Yang Xiaole. She thought that even if her son was able to help, she should not be anxious.
"Xiao Le, um..." Yang Yang was in a dilemma. He really didn't know what to do.
"Third Uncle, what do you mean?" Yang Xiaole did not help Third Uncle make the decision, he still needed to make his own decisions on some things.
Yang Yang was in trouble, and he didn't know what to do. At this time, he really hoped that someone could stand up and tell him what to do next.