Chapter 1070

Yan Zhengling's eyes were open and smiling, and she recited her love poems in Mandarin:

you are the moon in the sky, and I am the ditch on the earth, waiting for your presence, which makes me bright.

...

Baron Zhan raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I'm sorry, I'm a cleanliness addict, and I'll never come to your stinky ditch. You'd better wait for someone else to come. "

Yan Zhengling: "puffed up baozi's face with anger, and looked at him bitterly," don't you know that it's very disrespectful to interrupt other people's love poems casually? "

You go on. You nod

He began to turn on his computer and gallop in the game of the matrix.

Yan Zhengling suddenly yelled, "ah Yue, I love you, just like mice love rice, dung beetles love dung and mud..."

the voice is extremely loud, penetrating into every office of Huanya, and then the employees of Huanya are boiling.

He almost immediately jumped up and covered her mouth. "Shut up."

"I love you like a louse can't do without the scalp..."

at last, the Han hanjue was disgusted by her, and Yan Zhengling stopped being a demon.

"Brother Yue, I'm sorry, I was wrong." She slapped him nervously on the back, as if to pacify a baby.

"Who taught you these love poems?" he said

Yan Zhengling reached out his finger and poked Yan Zheng in the corner. "A love letter from my brother. He said that beautiful love letters are out of date. If you want to choose a different one, you can at least remember me

"I'll give you another chance."

Yan Zhengling was stunned.

What does he mean by this sentence?

Yan Zheng was so anxious that he scratched his head and scratched his cheek. He gives you a chance to talk to him again

The warlord glared fiercely at Yan Zheng. Yan Zheng quickly shut up.

Zheng Ling racked his brains to think.

After a long time, Yan Zhengling was embarrassed and said to the warlord, "I don't know why I like you. Anyway, when I see you, it's like spring. You are waving ten li peach blossom in my blank life, and my life becomes bright because of you. "

Blank life?

Zhan hanjue's face was slightly heavy, and he hated lying women. And Yan Zhengling touched his sensitive nerves.

She clearly cherished the founder of Huanya, so affectionate love. When she met a new lover, how could she say that she would completely erase the heavy colored memory?

"I'm sorry, I wasn't moved by you." He said coldly.

Yan Zhengling, frustrated and drooping his head, went out in creak, "from small to large, all the love letters I received were intercepted by you. How can I have any experience?"

Yan Zheng also felt that it was a great pity. He saw that Lord Zhan had the intention to give Zheng Ling a chance, but Zheng Ling failed to grasp it.

What a pity.

Yan Zheng pursues and comforts Zheng Ling. "Don't be sad, my brother will teach you to write love letters."

Yan Zhengling glared at Yan Zheng, "it's all your bad ideas. too vulgar to be endured. No wonder he couldn't be hit. "

Yan Zheng said: "you can't write it yourself. Do you still dislike my bad

Yan Zhengling said, "who says I can't write it?"

"Do you write it yourself?"

Yan Zhengling suddenly turned around and called out to the warlord, "ah Yue, I want to fall in love with you and help each other to grow old."

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