Zheng Ling came back to the dining chair, and saw the warlord staring at her face for a moment.

Zheng Ling wiped his face, "what's the matter?"

"What did you talk to grandma? I've been talking so much that I'm forgetting to eat or sleep? " Zhan hanjue joked.

Zheng Ling's mouth is full of plump, with two pieces of steamed stuffed bun faces. It looks especially lovely. "Guess?" As soon as you speak, your mouth leaks, and the rice particles come out.

"Zheng Ling, don't forget you are a famous girl?"

Zheng Ling laughs and sprays, all rice particles come out, some rice particles fall on the face of Han Jue Jun.

He wiped it on his face and pulled it out. Zhan hanjue had no choice but to pinch her face and not have a little temper.

Who told him that when he was a child, he didn't cultivate her in the direction of famous ladies?

After dealing with rice particles, Zheng Ling suddenly hung his head and said in frustration, "so you like ladies?"

Warlord realized that the sentence just now seemed to be in trouble, and quickly recovered: "no, no, no, I still like a girl like you who is not artificial." Remember the website m.luoqiuzw.com

"but you just despised me?" Zheng Ling's sensitive and suspicious character is especially obvious after depression.

Zhan hanjue said: "I don't dislike you. I just think it's a pity that these rice particles are wasted."

Zheng Ling is relieved and can smile.

The cold sweat was dripping on his back.

"Brother Baron, you really don't see who the grandmother is on the other side?" Zheng Ling asked earnestly.

The old lady's wrinkled face appeared in his mind, shaking his head, "who is it?"

Zheng Ling stretched out a hand to raise the chin of Han Jue. This action looked extremely frivolous. The warlord looked at Zheng Ling.

"What are you going to do?"

"Brother Baron, I finally know what you will look like when you grow old." Zheng Ling flashed two big eyes with a smile in their eyes.

"What does it look like?" Han Han asked carelessly.

"Just like the old woman across the street."

Looking at the young girl's Zheng Ling, Zhan hanjue put himself into the state of eighty old man. Suddenly, he felt that the old ox ate the tender grass and picked up the big cheap one.

For a moment, the mood is a little complicated.

His actions are elegant, even if he is so ordinary as to eat, his interpretation is particularly pleasing to the eyes.

After swallowing a mouthful of rice, the warlord turned his head and looked at the Zheng Ling, "what are you like when you are old?"

Zheng Ling's smile congeals, she reminds so clearly why brother Jue still hasn't found his special relationship with granny Boyo.

However, the question of Han Han Jue made Zheng Ling in a trance for a moment.

She put her hands on her cheeks, thinking that her body was always in a weak state after her illness. When she was in a good mood, she felt that it was OK to live like this, but when she saw other people alive and kicking, she felt like a disabled person.

She didn't have the confidence to live to her eighties.

Han Jue looked at the strong sadness in Zheng Ling's eyebrow eyes, and his bright mood became gloomy.

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