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Chapter 1007

Zheng Ling was carefully helped into the waiting room of the psychology department. Perhaps it was her beauty that attracted so much attention, or maybe it was the medical staff in the waiting room who made a sound of surprise, and everyone's eyes moved to Yan Zhengling.

Zhan Hanjue raised his eyes and was slightly startled when he saw Yan Zhengling.

Today she was wearing a white lace blouse and a pink organza skirt, looking extremely pure.

His heart beat violently for no reason.

Zhan Hanjue moved his gaze elsewhere, secretly despising himself, "You are a married man, how can you have feelings for other girls?"

Zhan Hanjue's desperate escape from Yan Zhengling was disturbed by Yan Zheng.

Yan Zheng looked embarrassed and said: "Mr. Ah Yue, can you help me take care of my sister first? It's not very convenient for me to take her to register."

Zhan Hanjue was stunned for a moment, as if he had won five million in a lottery ticket. He felt like he was being patronized by the goddess of luck.

But he nodded calmly, "Yeah."

"Mr. Ayue."

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Zhan Hanjue had to turn his head, and at this moment Yan Zheng stood in front of him at a close distance, supporting Zheng Ling.

He could smell the faint fragrance of roses on Zheng Ling's body. The smell of love made him a little intoxicated.

"Sit here." He asked her to sit next to him.

Zheng Ling sat next to him obediently.

But a flower bloomed in my heart with joy.

Yan Zheng thanked him and left.

Zhan Hanjue and Yan Zhengling stood face to face, as if time and space had stopped at that time.

Zhan Hanjue suddenly stretched out his hand and gently held her hand. Her hand was small and soft, giving him a feeling of needing protection.

Will he boycott her because she is a married woman?

"Yeah." She nodded honestly.

There was an expression of longing and yearning in Zhan Hanjue's eyes. Only such an immortal spirit could compose beautiful lyrics and music like "Flower on the Other Side".

Zhan Hanjue looked at Yan Zhengling quietly. When he saw Yan Zheng, he had a certain understanding of her identity.

"Are you Tong Bao's mother?" he asked.

Yan Zhengling didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

"Teacher Ah Yue, Tong Bao likes you very much. She said that the "Flower of the Other Side" you played was very nice." Yan Zhengling was speechless.

Zhan Hanjue said calmly: "Thank you. I can't play as well as you."

Yan Zhengling said: "If I have the chance, I would like to hear Teacher A Yue play "Flower of the Other Side" for me in person. I wonder if I will have such an honor?"

But there was a huge sense of loss in my heart that such a beautiful woman had such a tragic fate.

Love a man deeply with all your heart.

But he failed her love and abandoned her and left alone.

Lord Zhan Han was fascinated.

How could there be such a bright smile in this world, so contagious that it could drive away all his troubles?

"I heard from Tong Bao that "Flowers on the Other Side" was written and composed by Miss Yan herself?" Zhan Hanjue, who didn't care about anything, became extremely interested in "Flowers on the Other Side".

Zhan Hanjue smiled and said, "If you are at home on the weekend, I will play it for you."

Yan Zhengling smiled brightly and said, "I will be waiting for Teacher Ayue."

Her smile was like thousands of pear trees blooming. His dark and depressing world was instantly filled with beauty and beauty.

"Yeah." Yan Zhengling nodded.

Zhan Hanjue said: "Can you explain its meaning to me?"

The brightness in Yan Zhengling's eyes was immediately shrouded in gloom, and sadness spread across her face.

The thin and sexy red lips opened her mouth gently, and the melodious voice was like the tinkling of spring water, and she chanted like a crisp low voice.

"You and I will share prosperity and prosperity hand in hand, and we will share ups and downs hand in hand. You are the one who enjoys the infinite scenery, and you are also the one who falls into the dust.


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