When the old man heard this, his hands trembled with excitement, "...... Are you telling the truth? Can Xiao Che's legs really stand up? ”

Wen Yang nodded.

"It's just that it takes some time, and the process is quite painful, and there are certain risk factors, if it is not necessary, I advise you to ask Mr. Feng if you insist on treatment."

She had to explain the pros and cons in advance.

The old man frowned, and his heart wavered, "...... Will it hurt? ”

His precious grandson had already suffered too much, and he didn't want him to suffer any more.

"Or ......"

"It's okay, I'm willing to try." Feng Lingche suddenly spoke behind him.

Just now he saw that the old man and the two were chatting hotly, so he went to the study to deal with the work for a while, and when he came out, he happened to hear Wen Yang's words.

In Wen Yang's opinion, if it is not extremely affecting his life, it is not recommended that he receive treatment.

After all, the Feng family has abundant assets, and as long as a noble identity like Feng Lingche is willing to pay, there will be a lot of people to serve him, so there is really no need to suffer this living crime.

But what he thought to himself was that all the doctors who had seen his legs had said the same thing over the years.

- Unless a miracle occurs, it is impossible to be cured.

Even the reclusive master back then did not make an absolute guarantee.

But the little girl in front of him easily said something that he didn't dare to expect in his life.

Wen Yang wanted to persuade him to think about it again, but seeing that the old man was full of distress, he respected his grandson and didn't want to see him disappointed, so he finally agreed.

Because of Wen Yang's presence and the 14 Western chefs specially invited by Feng Lingche, this meal was particularly enjoyable.

After dinner, Feng Lingche answered the phone and disappeared.

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

Wen Yang looked at the diamond ring the size of an egg in the palm of her hand, her head instantly became larger, and she hurriedly excused herself and said that the gift was too expensive for her to want.

As a result, the old man turned to a torrential rain in an instant.

Sitting on the ground and crying, I couldn't breathe.

Wen Yang had no choice, so he had to reluctantly accept it, thinking that when he saw Feng Lingche, he would return it to the old man.

didn't think about it, as soon as he agreed, the old man wiped his tears, and took her hand and chatted happily.

Wen Yang: "......"

Are you changing too quickly?

……

Mikazeen Reception Room.

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

Su Rao, who was chained to the chair, trembled, and suddenly opened her eyes.

When she first woke up, she was still a little dazed, but after seeing her surroundings clearly, Su Rao's face suddenly turned pale, desperately trying to break free from the restraints, and the iron chain made a loud noise in the closed and dark space, which was extremely harsh.

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

Frightened eyes, scanning the surrounding walls, saw that they were filled with countless torture instruments, and on the rusty blades, you could still vaguely see coagulated black blood......

At this time, a man appeared at the door.

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

He sat in a wheelchair, the neckline of his black shirt was slightly open, revealing the simple red rope inside, the mandible line was perfect as carving, and his narrow peach eyes were extremely cold, he looked her up and down for a moment, and finally let out a voice in annoyance.

"Did you recruit yourself, or did I call you?"

Su Rao's eyes flashed with panic, and she threatened stiffly, "I am a woman in the Year of the Wind and Crane, if you dare to touch a finger of mine, he will definitely not let you go!" ”

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

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

In the picture, it is her elderly and sick mother who is far away in the countryside.

On weekdays, he always heard Feng Henian belittle his son, so Su Rao also subconsciously classified him as a waste who achieved nothing.

Unexpectedly, the so-called 'waste' took less than half an hour to pinch her only weakness in her hands.

There is no Internet in the countryside, and it is far from the imperial capital. Since this person was able to take a picture of her mother in such a short period of time, it means that her identity must have been investigated a long time ago.

Including the fact that she was lucky enough to get into the inside of the Rose Manor yesterday, I am afraid that it is also a trap dug by Feng Lingche, waiting for her to jump in.

In the face of such a thoughtful and terrible person, once she lies, then it must be her mother's corpse that greets her!

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

Feng Lingche took out a cigarette, put it in the corner of his lips shallowly, and lit it.

The curling smoke formed a pillar of light in the light shining overhead, and his handsome face became more and more arrogant, and he waved his hand casually, and a man came out of the darkness, with a camera in his hand, standing behind him.

"Who have you seen in the imperial capital recently?" Feng Lingche raised his eyelids slightly and asked lightly.

Su Rao was stunned, thinking that he would ask, 'Did Feng Henian send her to kill herself?', but she didn't expect it to be this question.

She thought for a moment, then turned her gaze to the camera, and replied truthfully, "I had dinner with the Black Panther League the night before. ”

Black Panther League?

Feng Lingche's eyes narrowed slightly, the Black Panther Alliance is a powerful organization famous in the imperial capital, with huge power and spread all over the country, and it can guarantee money bets between top wealthy families.

It is rumored that once one party breaks the contract, they will experience the assassination pursuit of the Black Panther Alliance.

No matter how powerful the other party has behind him, he can't escape death in the end.

Strength should not be underestimated.

But with his understanding of the Year of the Wind and Crane, the other party will never easily gamble with others, even if the bet is his son who is eager to cut a thousand knives and inch by inch......

"Huh...... Even if you ask, it's useless, the lord knows that I came to you, if you don't reply to him within 2 hours, he will definitely find it! Su Rao's handle was pinched in her hand, and she couldn't help but remind.

Feng Lingche ignored her and continued to ask the second question, "The target of the Year of the Wind and Crane is Wen Yang?" ”

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

Feng Ling's thin lips lifted a sneer.

If the target is him, the Wind Crane will directly send 200 killers to intercept him halfway and beat him half to death, and then take him home to enjoy the picture of him being embarrassed and miserable, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

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

Presumably, using a little ghost to deal with Wen Yang was also a bad idea she came up with by herself.

At this time, a subordinate walked in from outside, bent down and said, "Buddha, Miss Wen has brought it." ”

Before the words fell, Wen Yang appeared at the top of the stairs.

The mermaid sequined dress from the pink haute couture collection sparkles as you walk, like the flowing water lines on the surface of a lake.

The cold white slender wrist rested on the armrest, and under the delicate and beautiful facial features, a pair of eyes that seemed to condense the cold night swept every corner of the reception room.

There was no fear or fear, so he walked down step by step and sat next to Feng Lingche.