Chapter 982

In the end, Yan Zhengling sends the warlord to the door of his dormitory.

"I'm home," he reminded her with an ice face

Yan Zhengling looks at the prototype of the tourmaline Manor on the construction site, and feels like a dream.

"Yes, you're home."

The tourmaline manor is the Baron's home.

She devoted herself to the restoration of tourmaline manor in order to give him a home.

Lord Zhan turned into the room.

"Brother a Yue!"

Yan Zhengling suddenly stopped him.

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Yan Zhengling suddenly ran up and crushed his lips deeply.

The whole body of the warlord was shocked, and he stayed in the same place at that moment.

Obviously, he hated this witch head, but why didn't he feel disgusted and disgusted when she kissed herself with that disgusting purple and black lips.

On the contrary, he had a wonderful feeling.

Is his cleanliness addiction cured?

Yan Zhengling did not dare to stay after kissing, but ran away with a guilty conscience.

"Brother Yue, I'll see you again tomorrow." She waved behind his back.

The cold Lord still stood there bewildered.

Slender fingers gently caress the place she kisses, which is like a power source, continuously delivering micro current to all parts of the body.

His sexy and charming Adam's knot rolled and he felt his throat dry as if it had been burned by fire.

He turned into the room, poured himself a large glass of water and gulped it down.

Still can't extinguish the fire source of the body.

He took off his shirt impatiently, wearing only his spotless T-shirt.

A tong stealthily hides by the door and pushes the door. The door hinge creaks.

"Come in." Han Han Jue is very angry.

A tong stood far away from him. "A Yue, I saw that woman president just now. She kisses you."

The warlord did not hear his voice at all, but looked at the dark hand of ah Yue. His eyes were full of confusion.

He looked at a tong bitterly, "come here."

In order to verify whether his clean addiction is really silent and cured, the Han Jue stretched out his hand and ordered a Tong: "touch me."

A tong thinks his request is very strange. He dare not act rashly when he thinks of his infectious disease.

Lord Zhan patted his hand. Although it was only a short contact, there was no feeling of electric shock.

What's more, his stomach was again filled with nausea.

Therefore, he did not recover from his Puritanism.

Zhan hanjue Yu suddenly looked at a tong, "what can I do for you?"

"Ah Yue, can you lend me some money?" A tong is a little embarrassed.

"Not afraid of my infectious diseases?" he said coldly

A tong said: "ah Yue, I don't believe Zhang Youcai's words all the time. But you know, I have to listen to them, or they will bully me

Han Han Jue took out a stack of cash from his wallet and threw it to him, "you don't have to pay it back."

A tong happily left, "thank you, a Yue."

Han Jue lay on the bed, tossing and turning, hard to sleep.

As long as you close your eyes, you will see Yan Zhengling's face, which is arrogant, domineering or naughty.

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