"It's our Yan family. I'm sorry for the impatiens." Zheng Ling sniffed, "let her suffer injustice."
Zhan hanjue was stunned.
Today, he saw the grievances of the Impatiens and the pain of the impatiens. While he was distressed by the experience of the Impatiens, he thought of Zheng Ling.
When Zheng Ling approached him as Luo Shihan, he was as indifferent to her as Yan Zheng.
At that time, how helpless and painful she should be.
Lord Zhan stretched out his hand and gently stroked her hair.
Suddenly he opened his mouth and asked her, "Zheng Ling, is it hard to love me?" He felt it.
Zheng Ling looks at her, the black pupil like can star is pure like a deer.
"No hard work." She burst into laughter.
Zhan hanjue Jingya chuckled, "you never complain."
Yan Zhengling jiaochen way: "I am really not bitter."
"I treat you like that, I don't know how many times you cry back your nose!" The cold Lord fell down.
Yan Zhengling mocked himself, "I am born with a developed lacrimal gland, which is a crying ghost."
"In the future, my brother will never let you suffer any more." Lord Zhan looked into her eyes seriously. It's like taking an oath.
"Well." Yan Zhengling nodded.
After Yan Zheng sent away the Impatiens, he came back depressed.
Standing at the door of Yan Zhengling's bedroom, "Lingbao. When you come out, I have something to ask you. "
Zheng Ling eyes thick resentment diffuse out, gas drum way: "no time."
Yan Zheng Yu suddenly stares at her, "are you not idle?"
Yan Zheng Ling immediately gave Han Jue to pinch legs, "don't you see I'm busy?"
Yan Zheng: "you are cruel."
Then, with a black face, he turned and left.
Han Jue took Yan Zhengling's hand and said, "he is very worried. There seems to be something very important to tell you. Go ahead. "
"And you?"
Looking at the pink bed, he said with a smile, "I'll take a rest here."
Yan Zhengling took him to the bed and turned to leave. When he turned away, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Then he was willing to let her go.
"Have a good dream." Yan Zhengling road.
"Well."
Yan Zhengling finds Yan Zheng in the garden downstairs.
Yan Zheng looked at her directly, his eyes were very intriguing.
Yan Zhengling thought she beat him up today, and this guy was angry. Then he comforted him, "are you angry with me?"
Yan Zheng grinned, "who is angry?"
"Then why are you looking at me like that? You look at me like this, and you're scared. Please manage your expression. " Yan Zhengling has no good airway.
Yan Zheng did not have a good way: "you let me manage my own expression? You should let your man control the testosterone in his body. Ask him to pay a little attention to the place when he grows berries around your neck
Yan Zhengling bowed her head and blushed when she saw the berry print under her neck extending to the bottom.
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