Chapter 619

Yan Xiaoru went to Yan Zhengling and looked her up and down. Her eyes were filled with great surprise.

A sense of familiarity attacks the whole body!

Yan Xiaoru stammered, "are you... Yan Zhengling?"

Before Yan Zhengling answered, Yan Xiaoru sneered and denied, "no, you are not Yan Zhengling. Yan Zhengling is dead. Are you Luo Shihan

Yan Zhengling looks at her in silence.

Yan Xiaoru stretched out her hand and touched Yan Zhengling's skin outside the mask, sour and said, "you make yourself look like my sister. It's kind of like that. "

Yan Zhengling rudely shook Yan Xiaoru's hand away, "don't touch me."

Yan Xiaoru was embarrassed by the behavior she disliked. She became angry and said, "Luo Shihan, who do you think you are? It's just a crude and ignorant illegitimate daughter of the Luo family. I really take myself seriously. "

With that, Yan Xiaoru wiped her hands with disgust. It's in return for Yan Zhengling's disrespect for her.

Yan Zheng Ling's eyes fell on Yan Xiaoru's stomach, and a surprise appeared at the bottom of her eyes: "who's the child?"

Yan Xiaoru glared at her fiercely. "It's none of your business."

The child in her belly is her shame. If it was not for better revenge, she would have killed the child.

Yan Zhengling said with a smile, "the battle court ye?"

Yan Xiaoru Wei Zheng, because in her impression, Luo Shihan is just like her, with a humble girl in her heart. For the top class warfighter, even one of his dogs, will show respect for him.

He never thought of his poem, but he called out to him.

And there was a note of contempt in the tone. This is a proud Lord in his heart.

"Who are you Yan Xiaoru asked indignantly.

Yan Zhengling opened her mask and gave her a smile: "sister, don't you know my sister?"

Then slowly put on the mask.

Yan Xiaoru staggered slightly.

Yan Zheng Ling, originally thought to be the formation of Luo's poetry, has at most a bit of Yan Zheng Ling's charm. As like as two peas, she did not think that her brow and her temperament were just like Yan Zheng Ling.

What's more, there is no trace of plastic surgery left on her face.

When you see her, you can only equate her with Yan Zhengling. Inside and outside her body, there is no shadow of Luoshi.

"Are you... You... Yan Zhengling?" Yan Xiaoru can no longer regard her as a woman other than Yan Zhengling, because the woman in front of her. Every twinkle, smile, every move is the shadow of Yan Zhengling in my memory.

Yan Zhengling's cold air suddenly appeared. He treated him with his own way and said: "Yan Xiaoru, you are indeed the illegitimate daughter of our Yan family. In order to climb the dragon and attach the Phoenix, you have become a concubine to others."

Yan Xiaoru has not tasted the humiliation of being trampled to the bone for many years. "Yan Zhengling, what about your upbringing

She remembers that Yan Zhengling used to be very cultured. She didn't mean her bright smile when she saw her.

Yan Zhengling said, "my education will never be given to you again."

Yan Xiaoru slightly wondered where she had offended this beautiful and kind-hearted lady.

Yan Zhengling said angrily, "Yan Xiaoru, you should know that brother Jue is my heart and soul. If you don't respect him, you will be against me. I have no ambition in my life. Protecting him is my only ambition. "

Yan Xiaoru woke up and said with a sneer, "so you came here for him. Hum, the old prince wants a weak woman to protect him now. What's not rubbish? "

Yan Xiaoru finished and looked at Yan Zhengling provocatively.

She was confident that she was now protected by the warlords, and Yan Zhengling did not dare to do anything about her.

Yan Zheng Ling's face was black in an instant, "Yan Xiaoru, you are toasting and not eating and drinking." Then he raised Yan Xiaoru's chin and slapped her a dozen times.

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