Chapter 903

Yan Zheng stood up, the pain around him making him grin and groan.

He rolled up his sleeves, only to find that his arms were covered in bruises and scars. There were also scratches from the nails.

Yan Zhenghu glared at Zhan Fengxian suspiciously, "Did you beat me up while I was drunk?" ”

Feng Xian was a little weak-hearted, "Don't wronged a good person, obviously you went to the bar to prostitute yourself, and the boss beat you up." I'm kind enough to pick you up. ”

"And what's the deal with these scratches?" Yan Zheng's gaze fell on Feng Xian's long nails.

Zhan Fengxian secretly glanced at the shocking scratches on his arm, and he didn't know if it was left when he beat him up yesterday, or when he rolled the sheets with him too fiercely.

Yan Zheng remembered the reason why he went to the bar to get drunk, and his face became gloomy.

"Zhan Fengxian, I lost Hanbao."

In front of her, it seems that all emotions do not need to be disguised.

"I dragged you back, I accidentally scratched you." Impatiens prevaricated.

Yan Zheng scratched the back of his head, "You dragged me back?" How come I don't remember? ”

"You've got a splinter."

Fengxian said: "All night, you haven't stopped apologizing." Yan Zheng, although I lost Hanbao, I am also very sad, but I know that this is an accident, you didn't mean it. Instead of blaming yourself, you should focus your time and energy on finding Hanbao. ”

Yan Zheng seemed to be encouraged to stop blaming himself.

"You're right, I must cheer up, and find Hanbao no matter what."

He grabbed his hair in pain, tears rolling down his face.

Fengxian said: "I already know. After you got drunk, you said sorry to Sister Zheng Ling a hundred times. I told my brother two hundred times that I'm sorry. I told Hanbao three hundred times that I was sorry. ”

Yan Zheng looked at Fengxian in a daze, "Is it so exaggerated?" ”

Yan Zheng nodded.

A look of surprise appeared next to Feng Xian's gorgeous face, "My brother didn't embarrass you?" ”

Yan Zheng was in front of her hand and foot, this was not the style of Zhan Hanjue. Especially the current War Chill Lord. He is more violent than ever.

Feng Xian's eyes were moist, Han Bao was so small, if she was abducted by bad people, she didn't dare to think about the consequences.

In addition to worrying about Han Bao, Fengxian was also a little worried about Yan Zheng.

"Does my brother know about this?" Feng Xian felt that with Zhan Hanjue's love for children, if he knew that Yan Zheng had lost Han Bao, he would definitely cut Yan Zheng with a thousand knives.

What was it that Zhan Hanjue, who was comfortable in everything, was trapped by that he even interfered flawlessly when his son disappeared?

"Is my brother having any trouble?" Fengxian asked tremblingly.

She had a faint uneasy premonition, the eldest brother wouldn't become so ruthless for no reason?

Yan Zheng's brain was a little messy, and he had never been defensive against Fengxian, so he rushed out unguardedly, "Your brother is anxious now, how can he have the energy to care about me?" ”

The beautiful pupils of the phoenix were tightly wrinkled.

Yan Zheng's sentence is very informative.

The more he explained, the more it seemed that there were no three hundred taels of silver here.

"No, no."

In order to hide his panic, Yan Zheng emphasized in a particularly exaggerated manner: "People like him have always been difficult to dodge when they encounter him. What could he be trapped by? ”

Yan Zheng was pulled back by Fengxian's words. He froze in place, a flash of panic in his eyes.

Feng Xian put on a look of disbelief.

Yan Zheng stood up in a panic, "I should go." ”