Before the woman's hand touched Shen Fanyin, she was dragged back by the person next to her.

She snorted and panted, staring at Shen Fanyin deadly, as if she wanted to skin her and cramp.

She followed Yang Qian's father at the age of eighteen, and she hasn't suffered this kind of anger since then!

Is it tolerable or intolerable...... If you can't bear it, you have to endure it.

The voice was too cold, like a basin of cold water poured on her, and no matter how much fire was extinguished.

Jing Zeheng came slowly, and in the shocked gaze, he reached out and took Shen Fanyin's right hand to beat people, looked at the red palm, and said:

"Don't do it yourself next time you hit someone, it doesn't hurt?"

The people of the Yang family were angry with him, but they did not express their dissatisfaction rationally.

They only have one question now - who is this girl?

Yang Chuchu, who was not far away, lowered his head, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips.

Jing Yao cleared his throat, stepped forward and pulled Shen Fanyin's little hand away from his eldest nephew's claws, glaring at him as if warning.

He protected Shen Fanyin behind him, and met the incomprehensible gaze of the Yang family, with a smile still on the corner of his lips: "My daughter, her temperament is a little straight, forgive me."

The hallway is quieter.

They instantly understood who Shen Fanyin was, and followed closely, the woman who said that Yang Qian was here to urge her life stood up: "Second Brother Jing, although my younger brother and sister don't like what she says, she is also Ling Yan's elder no matter what. And it's our own business, we'll just take care of it ourselves."

She is Yang Wei, the daughter of the Yang family. When she said this, her gaze swept over Shen Fanyin lightly, obviously not taking this stepdaughter of the Jing family in her eyes.

In her opinion, a stepdaughter is just a stepdaughter, or she has just entered the Jing family's house, what kind of affection can she have? Even if Jing Yao stood up at this moment, it was just for the purpose of maintaining the Jing family's face.

If this little girl is really that important, shouldn't she stand up as the head of the family, Jinghui?

Unexpectedly, Shen Fanyin frowned in disgust, and gave full play to the three words "straightness": "Don't touch porcelain, I can't have an elder who is a junior or superior, I'm ashamed to say it."

Yang Wei's eyes looked at her a little colder, and there was no lack of threat in her words: "Girl, be a man and leave a line, and see each other in the future." You hit our Yang family in the face, this matter is not over."

"Huh."

Jing Zeheng let out a low laugh.

"Coming at me endlessly, I'll take it all. If you have the ability, you will do it, and if you can't, you will hold back."

Jing Zeheng's face was flat, and his deep black eyes stared at Yang Wei. The corners of his mouth even smirked, and he did not hide his disdain for the Yang family at all.

Jing Yao's mouth was snatched away by Jing Zeheng as soon as he opened it, and he could only glare at Jing Zeheng again.

He finally won Jing Hui and stood up first, and this stinky boy ran out to steal the show again?

They are really father and son soldiers, and they gang up to snatch his daughter from him, right?

Jing Yao's thoughts Yang Wei didn't know, her face was blue and white for a while, looking at Jing Zeheng, she couldn't say a word.

The Yang family is Yang Wei's business, of course she knows how ruthless Jing Zeheng is, and she also knows that his words about letting the Yang family die in front of the old lady are not just threats.

Jing Zeheng turned to look at Shen Fanyin and asked, "What does she want to do?"

Shen Fanyin took Yang Qian's hand back and pulled her over: "Yang Qian just wants to go and see Grandma Yang."

"Hmm." Jing Zeheng glanced at the time, "Then let's go, it's dinner time."

Shen Fanyin responded, grabbed Yang Qian's hand and walked to the ward.

The Yang family wanted to stop them, but they were glared back by Jing Zeheng.

Changing into a sterile gown, Yang Qian whispered, "Thank you."

"If I am hated by your aunt, you will be responsible for me." Shen Fanyin pursed his lips.

"She?" Yang Qian sneered, "Just like her, she was already scared by your brother."

"You can still be bullied by her cowardice?" Shen Fanyin threw her a pair of white eyes, "Okay, you, go in and see grandma."

"Hmm."

Yang Qian was rarely in the mood to quarrel with Shen Fanyin, pushed open the door of the ward and walked in.

Shen Fanyin's footsteps paused, but he still went in with her.

Grandma Yang was lying on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling with cloudy eyes, her wrinkled face was sallow, and she was obviously at the end of her strong crossbow.

Yang Qian walked slowly to the side of the bed, sat on the chair and lifted Erlang's legs: "Old lady, I'm here."

She was wearing a mask, and Grandma Yang couldn't see the wounds on her face.

Grandma Yang heard the voice, slowly turned her head and looked at Yang Qian.

The moment he saw Yang Qian, the old man's eyes lit up.

She stretched out her hand with great difficulty, the back of her withered hand was like tree bark, and the back of her hand was full of pinholes, and it was evident that she had suffered a lot of sins in order to continue her life.

"Baby, you can count ......?"

Grandma Yang smiled, her eyes narrowed, and the wrinkles deepened.

Yang Qian reached out to hold her hand, and patted the back of her hand mischievously: "Tsk, I wanted to see you yesterday, and those dogs didn't allow me to enter, what's the matter?" I think I'm going to trick me into this way?"

Grandma Yang held Yang Qian's hand with all her might, as if she was afraid that she would run away as soon as she let go.

She didn't speak, and looked at Yang Qian with a smile.

Yang Qian tucked the corners of the quilt for her, and she didn't see that the old man's time was short, and her tone was still relaxed: "Hey, you said that you have been lying on the hospital bed for so many years, don't you get tired?" The roses in my studio are blooming so well that you can't see them if you don't have a good body!"

"Forget it, I'm glad I was prescient...... Come on, take a look, I took a picture, it looks good, right?"

Yang Qian took out the mobile phone in the sterile bag and flipped out the photo to show Grandma Yang.

Grandma Yang looked at the delicate courtyard in her mobile phone and nodded gently: "Good, good-looking, my baby is ......."

"That must," Yang grinned, "Who am I?" Our old lady brought it out single-handedly, can it be bad?"

Grandma Yang looked at her, the corners of her eyes suddenly wet, and tears slid down her temples into her thinning gray hair.

"The old woman is useless, she can't protect my baby...... Grandma Yang frowned, aggrieved like a child, "Those guys don't know how to bully my baby......

"Hey, okay, I'm not a three-year-old milk doll anymore, don't worry about it." Yang Qian interrupted directly, "I just gave that woman a slap in the face, I don't believe it, let her come in and show you later."

"Really?" Grandma Yang blinked her eyes vigorously and looked at her with tears in her eyes, "You must not lie to me."

"Why are you lying to you?" Yang Qian sighed, and pointed at Shen Fanyin behind him, "See? The little sister I just received, Jing Zeheng's woman! Who do you think I need to be afraid of?"

"Oh, Xiaojing's girlfriend...... This girl is so good-looking......

Shen Fanyin: "......?"

Originally, she followed up just because she was afraid that Grandma Yang would make a mistake, and Yang Qian had nowhere to shout if she wanted to find someone.

Now, she just wants to slap Yang Qian into the u and lie down.

Fortunately, Grandma Yang didn't pay limited attention to Shen Fanyin, and after answering, she turned to Yang Qian: "Baby, come here, I have something to say to you......

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