Yan Zhengling asked, "why should I be afraid of you?"
The man gazed at her. "If I tell you that my identity is very special, I can control your life and death, even crush you like an ant. Are you afraid? "
Yan Zhengling held out that good hand. The man was stunned. The woman even ordered him?
But still pull her up.
Yan Zhengling raised her eyes and looked at him. Her eyebrows were gloomy and her eyes were beautiful. It was like a poem that you could not understand. The artistic conception was lofty and intoxicating.
"If you really have that power, I beg you to crush me now." She implored with a strong sadness.
The man's smile congeals, in the mind suddenly remembers eight days ago she recklessly bumps into his body scene.
"I forgot. You are the one who seeks life and death. "
Yan Zhengling fell on the bed and ignored him.
Men clearly hate this kind of tender and weak woman at all costs, but I don't know why, he just can't hate Yan Zhengling.
He thought it strange why this woman was so special that he could cure his cleanliness and dizziness, and when she touched him, he was not disgusted.
"Tell me, what's your name?" He asked.
"Yan Zhengling." She replied.
"Well, I'll go to your house some other day. You will wait to be my bride. " The man hung the infusion bag on the hanger beside him and turned away.
Yan Zheng Ling Yu suddenly looked at him, "are you sick?"
The man turned around and said, "aren't you happy I married you?"
Yan Zhengling said, "why should I marry you?"
The man came back and said his reason: "I saved you. You promised me. It's just that I'm not averse to you. "
Yan Zhengling suddenly coughed, "this is not love. The real love is, I like you, your mood I pay. I live because there are you in this world. I fight for you. You are happy, I am happy. "
Men seem to hear the Arabian Nights, "how ridiculous, to live for others."
Yan Zhengling said: "you think it's ridiculous because you haven't met the woman who can make you crazy."
The man frowned. "There are a lot of hereditary diseases in our family. We have obsessive cleanliness disorder and dizziness. I have a natural resistance to strange women outside. And you are the only woman I don't dislike when I grow up. It's so lucky to meet a woman who doesn't nauseous. Don't expect to meet the woman who can make us give up on ourselves
Yan Zhengling was a little deep, "is it so painful for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder?"
Her family is rich in cleanliness addicts. What can we do?
"So, I will marry you." The man said with one stroke.
Yan Zhengling said, "I was married."
Man micro Leng, looking at the woman's young face, eyes floating out a touch of displeasure.
He came a step late and became someone else's catcher?
"I don't mind."
"I have three more children." Yan Zhengling road.
Men frown, it is not easy to meet a woman who does not nauseous, but the conditions are not very good.
"I don't mind."
Yan Zhengling was slightly shocked.
This man's condition is not bad. On the contrary, judging from his clothes, he is a very rich man. He is elegant and elegant. Although the speech is gentle, it is full of the confidence of the born high-ranking person.
Such a man, the status must be very noble. What kind of woman do not want, how to pick up a woman to be a wife in the street?
Too casual, right?
"I mind." Yan Zheng Ling way, the stars in her eyes are dim, like the dark Galaxy falling into the dark abyss.
"I don't need men." She said lightly.
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