Chapter 883

The old lady and Strict went downstairs, and when they saw Yan Zheng's miserable scars, Strict scolded the culprit angrily, "Lord Zhan Han, I'm really blind, I didn't expect you to be such a ruthless person." “

But the old lady didn't say anything. His withered brown pupils shone with a faint glow of water.

Strictly only knew that his son had been beaten, but he didn't know that Zhan Hanjue was protecting the Yan family in such a ruthless way.

The real bitter person is the Lord of War.

"Dad, Chongzhen Company, I don't want to do it." Yan Zheng took advantage of his injury to be coquettish to Yan.

He remembered his promise to Lord Warlord.

The old lady said to Yu Chengqian with a guilty face: "Mr. Yu, let you laugh." When the child is older, he wants face after all, and he asks Mr. Yu to avoid it. ”

Yu Chengqian left gracefully.

Zheng Ling lay on Yan Zheng's body, crying and saying to Yan Zheng: "Dad, my brother is injured all over his body, if you beat him again, he will die." ”

A moment ago, Yan was still feeling sad about his son's injury, and heard his son's words so unproductive. Immediately he picked up the broom and was about to hit him.

"What do you say? When you asked me to give you money to establish Chongzhen, you knelt in front of me and swore a promise: you must tear off the label of a loser on you. Said that you must revitalize the Yan family. But now, it's so easy for you to say something to give up? ”

Zheng Ling protected Yan Zheng and dragged the strict broom to death, "Dad, don't be angry first, you listen to your brother's words." ”

"Oh, sir, it's your fault for that. Knowing that Yan Zheng is Liu Adou who can't be supported, you still take so much money to start a business for him, now it's okay, the money is gone, your heart hurts, right? ”

Yan Zheng was probably stimulated by Cui Anru's words, and suddenly lifted Yan Zhengling, and knelt in front of Yan Zheng in severe pain.

"Dad, hit me. It was the son who didn't keep his promise and let you down. ”

Strictly said: "You protect this loser, do you think I don't dare to beat you?" With that, he picked up the broom and was about to swing it down.

Yan's mother ran out and knelt in front of Yan, "Master, please let them go." If you want to fight, hit me. ”

Cui Anru stood aside, her hands clasped in her arms, and her face was not salty.

"Get out, all of you. I'll do it myself. ”

"Are you still shy?" Yan Zhengling felt a little unbelievable, Yan Zheng has a thicker skin than winter melon skin, and he didn't know how to write shame since he was a child.

Yan Zheng was a little embarrassed, "The injured place is too hidden. Let me face two beautiful women who are like flowers. I'm afraid I'll be disrespectful to you. ”

The strict broom slammed Yan Zheng's back several times. Yan's mother rolled her eyes in fright and fainted.

Strictly so angry that he threw the broom aside...... "That's it, it's my godson who has no way, it's all my fault." ”

Yan Zhengling and Tan Xiaoyu hurriedly dragged the blood-dripping Yan Zheng into the bedroom. Zheng Ling found the callus ointment and asked Yan Zheng to take off his clothes. Yan Zheng twisted and pinched.

Then he took off his clothes, and the wounds on his body were purple and purple, but it was strange to say, he didn't feel any pain.

"The people of the War Cold Lord, their skills are really not covered, and they have greeted me everywhere, but they are all up to the point."

Yan Zheng finished wiping his injuries and changed into clean clothes.

Yan Zhengling gave him a slap on the head, "You dare to try me?" If I don't castrate you cleanly, I'm not your sister. ”

Tan Xiaoyu pulled Yan Zhengling out.

Yan Zheng sighed, picked up the callus, and said to himself, "If I don't say that, how can I deceive you?" ”

Then he lay down on the bed and shouted out the door, "It's time to come in." ”

Yan Zhengling and Tan Xiaoyu walked in one after another.

Tan Xiaoyu saw the dirty clothes on the bedside stool, picked them up and prepared to go downstairs to wash them.