When Zhan Hanjue heard this, his handsome face turned white with fright. After all, Zheng Ling's body should not be nervous and anxious, otherwise it will aggravate the physical disorder.

Zhan Hanjue said nervously: "Sister Ling, if you are afraid, can we move to another place?"

Yan Zhengling smiled and shook his head, "As long as I'm with you, I'm not afraid."

Zhan Hanjue felt relieved and glared fiercely at Yan Zheng who made him sweat.

Yan Zheng cried and said: "I'm afraid...Brother, please consider my feelings. I am also a weak man. I can't lift my hands and resist. The key is that I just married a beautiful wife.

Isn't it too miserable to die without even enjoying your beauty?"

Lord Zhan Han glanced at Yan Zheng, who was shivering, and said to the waiter: "Bring him a few bottles of good wine."

Then take the room card and go upstairs.

Zhan Hanjue ignored Yan Zheng and said directly to the waiter: "Open three rooms."

The waiter was probably impressed by their bravery. After being stunned for a moment, he handed over three room cards.

Yan Zheng let go of her, and said in a desperate attempt to save face: "Who are you to say... who has no future? I am here to protect you. Do you think I want to hang on to you..."

Zhan Hanjue opened the door, and the light of the incandescent lamp instantly illuminated the entire room. Yan Zheng took Fengxian and ran in first, sitting on the sofa and looking at Zhan Hanjue with lingering fear.

The room was at the end of the corridor on the second floor, the light was dim, and there were few people in the hotel. When walking in the long corridor, the figures were distorted by the street lights, making the atmosphere even more terrifying.

Yan Zheng was almost hanging on Fengxian, and Fengxian looked at him speechlessly, "Husband, can you be a little promising?"

"Get out." He shouted sternly.

With this pair of bastards here, can he and Zheng Ling still be intimate?

"Brother, we will share a room with you tonight."

Zhan Hanjue's iceberg face is as ugly as eating Xiang.

Yan Zheng said: "I am her brother."

Zhan Hanjue was speechless and secretly murmured that his own brother had no love for him.

Yan Zheng quickly asked Zheng Ling for help, "Sister, I am your brother——"

"I'm her brother too." Zhan Hanjue replied.

Yan Zheng: "..."

This guy is the number one professional in disrupting things.

Yan Zheng's cruel trick continued: "I hurt you when I hit you. When I hit you, I was afraid of breaking your beautiful face. When you hit me, you wanted to beat me to death - I never

If I don’t hold grudges, even if I verbally scold you and get a thousand cuts, when you feel even the slightest bit of pain, I will be willing to get a thousand cuts myself. If I don’t get rid of you this time, who will love you and pamper you in the future?"

"Me." Zhan Hanjue said loudly.

Yan Zheng stared blankly.

Fengxian's words simply hurt his self-esteem.

"Brother." Fengxian started to assist.

"I'm your sister. You know I don't know how to do martial arts. If a flower thief comes at night, a weak man like Zhengzheng will definitely not be able to protect me. Just let me live with you, okay?"

"I can protect you!" he said, without much energy.

Zhan Hanjue frowned. Fengxian's words made him feel guilty. Because he had failed to protect Fengxian and suffered serious trauma.

Lord Zhan Han finally compromised. But his venomous tongue refused to give in. "It's really a combination of two villains. They are invincible in the world."

After defeating Zhan Hanjue, Fengxian and Yan Zheng high-fived excitedly to celebrate.

Soon, the waiter came in with three bottles of peach blossom wine. "This is the wine you want."


Chapter completed!