The girl's immature little hand pointed, Wei Feng and Yang Maosheng's faces darkened, and they didn't have time to say anything, so they were set up by the guards on both sides. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" Yang Maosheng raised his hands to signal surrender, and said vigorously at Wei Feng, "Young Master, hurry up and take out your waist card!"

Wei Feng shook off the hands of the guards on both sides, pouted, and reprimanded: "Do you know who I am, uncle! I am the son of Wei Ruoshan! I know who it is......

The head of the guard looked at him suspiciously, but the hand holding the knife did not relax in the slightest. As Wei Feng spoke, he pretended to touch his waist and chest arrogantly, touching it around, his face became more and more strange, and his confidence in what he said became less and less.

His waist tag was missing.

"Young Master?" Yang Maosheng looked at him tremblingly, realizing that something had probably happened.

"Run!" Wei Feng shouted with a dark face, Yang Maosheng was obviously a well-trained soldier, and immediately leaned over and twisted, and the two guards behind him who were already absentmindedly grabbing him immediately took off their hands.

However, there were too many onlookers, Wei Feng just turned his head and ran wildly with a happy face, and before he could run ten steps, he was suddenly tripped by a kick in the crowd, and the whole person almost fell.

He looked up and saw that the black and oppressive people around him were surrounded to prevent the "traffickers" from escaping, and the man holding Niuniu in the corner was still looking at him with disgust.

Wei Feng was just about to stop taking a step, but suddenly became angry, and also blocked Yang Maosheng, who was following behind him, turned back to the head of the city gate guards who were chasing after him, pointed to the father and daughter and said awe-inspiringly: "Mingren doesn't do dark things!

Yang Maosheng, who was stopped, stood behind him and looked at Wei Feng with admiration.

The angry squad leader didn't care what the "traffickers" said, he came up with a kick, kicked Yang Maosheng down first, and shouted that five or six people behind him surrounded Wei Feng, and he was bound to arrest him.

Wei Feng was furious, and was about to fight, but he knew that his shoulder hurt, as if he had been bitten by something, and suddenly a sour breath flowed into his body, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't struggle out of the restraint of the guard's three-legged cat kung fu.

"Take them back and keep them under strict control!" the team leader gave the order majestically, and everyone dragged Wei Feng and Yang Maosheng back amid the cheers of the people.

Wei Feng wanted to defend a few more words, but the sour power had already flowed all over his body, and he couldn't even open his mouth, so he could only try his best to look back, and in the crowd, the father and daughter were not conspicuous.

The father who was holding his daughter frowned, looking at them with a worried and guilty expression, and the little girl in his arms beckoned to Wei Feng innocently, obviously not knowing what he had done.

Until the two were put in prison, it was getting late, Yang Maosheng sighed, groped for the pain of being kicked and stepped on his body, and muttered, obviously complaining that Wei Feng was unreliable.

"Nest, nest...... Outside ......" Wei Feng, who was lying on the grass pile, consciously closed his mouth as soon as he spoke. The sour feeling still stayed on the tip of his tongue, making him unable to speak, but the strength in his body began to return bit by bit.

Someone designed him, but it didn't seem to want his life, but only to stop him.

Why? He was supposed to meet with the staff of his father's agency tonight, to meet with the stall owner who had been detained for a long time, and to ask if he had any memories of the bracelet, and it would be better to have some information about the owner of the bracelet......

But a farce stopped him. His waist card is also missing.

Wei Feng frowned, and remembered that he had not been in contact with anyone along the way, and the only contact was to hold the child, and then the waist card was gone.

Wei Feng's suspicion of the father and daughter in his heart became bigger and bigger, but Yang Maosheng didn't know it, just rubbed his shoulders and said angrily: "Young master, don't pretend to be brave, pretend to be brave and be stabbed with a knife, have you heard of this sentence?"

Wei Feng knew that he was mocking himself, and rolled his eyes, Yang Maosheng must have said something to the interrogating city gate guards to show his identity, but this consequence attracted more fierce scolding, no one believed that they were from the General's Mansion, not to mention that one of them was so frightened that his legs were weak and he couldn't walk, but Wei Feng, who was still Wei Ruoshan's son?

Wei Feng sighed deeply and said, "I suspect that we have been calculated. ”

"You only know now?" Yang Maosheng took off his shoes and rubbed his stinky feet, and sneered, "It's still a brother, you don't think their father and daughter are suspicious now, do you?"

Wei Feng groaned, turned his head in surprise, and said happily: "Uncle Yang, I didn't expect you to be so smart." ”

"That's it. Yang Maosheng looked at Wei Feng proudly, and finally found a little bit of a senior feeling from this kid, and was just about to brag about it, when he heard Wei Feng ask: "Then General Yang, do you have any good ways to let us get out of here?"

The glorious deeds in his head suddenly turned into fish bones and blocked in his throat, looking at Yang Maosheng's stupid appearance, Wei Feng smiled and said: "There is no way, just take back your stinky feet, believe it or not, Young Master Ben chopped him?"

Yang Maosheng was not afraid, but he still held his feet and smiled honestly: "How can the young master be willing." Can you speak now?"

Wei Feng was stunned for a moment and pursed his lips, it turned out that Uncle Yang had also found his wrong expression from the clues.

He knew in his heart that if he only needed to be able to plan the conspiracy without speaking and not moving, then he could open his mouth at this time, and the guy who carried out the conspiracy behind him would definitely succeed at this time.

Thinking about this, Wei Feng, who didn't know what conspiracy the other party had, was a little anxious, looked at the gloomy and damp corridor again, patted the railing hard, and knocked loudly. Yang Maosheng remembered the whipping and scolding of the prison officials before, and immediately put on his shoes in a panic, and stepped forward to stop Wei Feng, who was in trouble.

The jailer who was secretly drinking wine and stealing lazily was telling these pornographic jokes with a lewd face, but at this time, he was startled by the sudden knocking sound, and his heart was angry, and he came over with a wine bag and cursed, and raised his hand to whip it.

It's just that it's just across the railing of the prison, how can it be smoked? Yang Maosheng took the lead in pulling Wei Feng off the railing, and said with a smile on his face, The little master in the family has lost his temper, and I hope that you Haihan and the like will say something.

"Little young master, I think it's just a little coward!" The leader said with a mouth full of wine, pointed to Wei Feng in the prison, and smiled at the people beside him, "This grandson, when he came, his legs were so weak, and he asked Lao Tzu to let people resist him, just this thing, yes, it really looks like Young Master Wei Jing!"

The head of the cell scolded enough, and showed enough of the prestige of being the leader, and left satisfied, and several jailers around him invariably surrounded him, and after every sentence was spoken, a burst of laughter broke out, and the sycophants were patted in time and happily.

Only in the most inconspicuous corner, the hairy boy wearing an obviously ill-fitting prison guard's clothes looked at Wei Feng with some concern in the prison in the distance with a calm and gloomy face, bit down, hesitated, and subconsciously whispered:

"What if, what if what they say is true?" (To be continued.) )