Group favorite mommy is a big boss

Zhan Mohan was very satisfied, rubbed his head, and said: "What gift do you want, tell Steward Zhan, and let him buy it back for you!"

The three of them cheered happily.

It's just that in such a scene, I always feel that something is missing.

Shi Cong remembered something, and said solemnly, "Dad, have you found Sister Jin?"

When Shi Jin disappeared, he asked Chang An to tell San Xiaozhi.

After all, they have to video chat with Shi Jin every day, and if they suddenly cut off, they will definitely become suspicious.

You might as well just tell them.

Let them experience all kinds of things, so that they will no longer be afraid when they encounter similar things in the future.

"No!" He shook his head.

When Xiao Hua heard Zhan Mohan's answer, she choked her mouth and felt so uncomfortable that she was about to cry.

Seeing this, Zhan Mohan quickly hugged her into his arms.

"Sister Xiaohua doesn't cry. Mommy is fine, we will find her soon!"

The little girl cried as soon as she said she wanted to cry, and Dou Da's tears rolled down her eyes without any deceit.

Zhan Mohan hurriedly wiped the little girl's tears.

"Mama, please Mama."

Sister Xiaohua rubbed her eyes and murmured crying.

"Sister Xiaohua, don't cry, Mommy will be back soon, trust my brother, huh?" Shi Cong was also coaxing her.

"Yes, your brother Congcong is right, your mommy will be back soon. I will definitely bring you a gift, and maybe even bring back your brother Dabao!"

Brother Dabao?

When little sister Xiaohua heard this, she was even more looking forward to it.

The three of them coaxed Sister Xiaohua for a long time before coaxing her to stop crying.

During the period, the little girl was tired from crying, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Zhan Mohan stood up and carried Sister Xiaohua to her bed.

After covering her with the quilt, he got up and called the other two cubs to go out.

After Shi Cong and Zhan Xiaozhan walked out of sister Xiaohua's room lightly, Qi Qi looked back at the man who came out of the room and was closing the door.

After Zhan Mohan closed the door, he said to the two little ones: "Xiao Zhan goes back to his room to take a shower and sleep. Congcong come with me!"

Seeing him calling Shi Cong away, Zhan Xiaozhan was a little unhappy: "Old Zhan, why didn't you ask me to come with you? I'm no worse than Congcong!"

Zhan Mohan gave him a blank look, and said, "He knows how to make medicine, can you?"

Ok!

He really can't!
Zhan Xiaozhan was full of resentment, curled his lips, and went back to his room in despair.

Shi Cong followed Zhan Mohan to his study.

Zhan Mohan sat on the sofa and asked him: "Last time you said that you gave Zhan Ji Shen medicine, which would make him feel pain all over his body and keep vomiting blood. Why didn't you see him have these symptoms during this period of time? "

When Shi Cong heard this, he was taken aback.

"Did you not feel pain all over your body, or vomit blood?" Shi Cong asked incredulously.

Zhan Mohan nodded.

Anyway, seeing him these days, I have never seen him get sick.

Shi Cong felt strange.

If Zhan Jishen was the second master, logically, he would definitely get sick once every three to five days.

"Isn't he the second master?" Shi Cong asked suspiciously.

Zhan Mohan didn't think so.

"He must be the second master!" Although Zhan Jishen had never admitted it, according to his intuition, Zhan Jishen must be the second master.

Hearing what he said, Shi Cong was even more puzzled.

"If he is the second master, then he has not developed a disease, then there is only one possibility. It is that his disease has been cured, and it will be suppressed by taking medicine!"

When Zhan Mohan heard this, his eyes darkened a little.

Have you been cured after taking medicine?

"Blood test, can it be tested?"

Shi Cong nodded: "Although blood testing is not my strong point, as long as there is poison in it, I can detect it. I can give it a try!"

"Okay. Go back to your room and wait!"

After saying that, Zhan Mohan stood up and left the study.

When Shi Cong saw him leave in a hurry, he was full of doubts.

Is this going to hold down the silence of the battle and draw blood?
Zhan Mohan came downstairs, and asked Chang An who was waiting in the living room, "Where is Zhan Jishen locked?"

Chang An said: "In the hut in the backyard."

"Lead the way!" Zhan Mohan said.

Chang An quickly walked ahead and led the way.

5 minute later.

The two came to a hut.

Seeing Zhan Mohan approaching, the four subordinates guarding the door hurriedly greeted him respectfully.

"Battle Lord!"

"Well. How is he?" Zhan Mohan asked.

One of the leading subordinates said: "Second Young Master sat in the corner after entering the house. Other than that, there is nothing unusual!"

Zhan Mohan's eyes darkened a little.

Too calm, which further shows that something is wrong with him.

"open the door!"

Hearing Lord Zhan's order, his subordinates quickly opened the door.

The cabin was lit only by a very low wattage bulb.

Zhan Mohan walked into the room and saw Zhan Ji sitting in the corner with his head down, completely unable to see the expression on his face.

Zhan Jishen saw a pair of leather shoes appearing in front of him, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

It was only at the moment when he raised his head that his eyes returned to calm.

He just stared at Zhan Mohan intently, without saying a word.

Zhan Mohan met his indifferent eyes and frowned slightly.

He didn't look like a prisoner at all.

Still, he wasn't afraid at all.

From the moment his own people arrested him, he acted calmly, without too much resistance, and he didn't say anything.

It was all going so well that it always made him feel that something was wrong.

"Tell me, where did your people catch Xiao Jin?" Zhan Mohan asked.

Zhan Jishen remained indifferent and did not speak.

This time, Zhan Mohan immediately became angry.

He kicked him hard in the stomach.

Zhan Ji Shen suffered from the pain, let out a muffled grunt, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhan Mohan looked at the pool of blood coldly, and continued to ask: "If you don't say anything, don't blame me for being rude!"

Zhan Ji Shen remained silent.

Zhan Mohan's last patience was exhausted.

He raised his foot and kicked him several times.

Zhan Jingshen just endured silently, still not speaking.

Seeing that he vomited a lot of blood, Zhan Mohan gave up.

"If you don't speak, there are ways for you to speak!"

After saying that, he gave Chang An a look.

He came immediately and collected the blood from the ground into test tubes.

Seeing Chang An's actions, Zhan Jishen's eyes were shocked.

Zhan Mohan walked out of the hut, followed by Chang An.

"Master Zhan, you've collected everything!"

Zhan Mohan said, "Take it to Congcong for testing!"

"Okay Lord Zhan!" Chang An agreed, and hurried to the main house with the test tube.

Zhan Mohan went back to the bedroom, came out of the shower, and went directly to Shi Cong's room.

The door of his cloakroom was closed, indicating that he hadn't finished the test yet.

He walked over to the sofa and sat down, waiting quietly.

After half an hour.

Shi Cong came out of the cloakroom in a hurry.

Seeing Zhan Mohan sitting on the sofa, he asked eagerly, "Dad, what blood type are you?"

Although Zhan Mohan was puzzled why he asked such a question, he still answered his question first: "Type A blood!"

Suddenly, Shi Cong's face changed drastically.

Zhan Mohan was puzzled: "What's wrong?"