Although Zheng Ling was stingy, he was not an unreasonable person. After hearing Jue Zhan's explanation, his anger instantly disappeared. Then he became concerned about Jue Zhan, "Brother Jue, why is the assassin following you?"

Zhan Hanjue didn't want Zheng Ling to worry about him, so he pretended to be relaxed, pinched Zheng Ling's face, and said with a smile: "He hurt Uncle Zhanshan. He must be here for Zhuma."

Zheng Ling's thoughts were led by Zhan Hanjue to cases such as the "family massacre". Inexplicably, Zhengling's worries about Zhan Hanjue were reduced a lot.

The night was hazy and the mountain roads were rugged and difficult to navigate, especially the way down the mountain.

Zhan Hanjue knelt down and said, "Zheng Ling, I will carry you home."

Zheng Ling climbed onto Zhan Hanjue's solid back and smiled charmingly.

Zhuma, who was left out in the cold, looked at Zhan Hanjue and Zheng Ling, wringing his hands together, and the unwillingness pouring out of his eyes became more and more intense.

A handsome man like Zhan Hanjue, with extraordinary intelligence and a cold temperament, actually doted on Yan Zhengling to the core. Zhuma was even more infatuated with such a gentle Lord Zhan Han. And she developed a powerful greed,

She wants to replace Yan Zhengling and become Lord Zhan's favorite.

Yan Zheng stepped forward, put all his body weight on Zhan Hanjue, and said with a shy smile: "Brother, I've been looking for you for a long time, and I'm tired, so you can carry me on your back."

Zhan Hanjue held Yan Zheng's shoulders and threw Yan Zheng to the ground with a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw. He said angrily: "Get out."

Yan Zheng screamed in pain.

Zheng Ling curled her lips and smiled. Brother Jue, in front of other women, is a straight man with advanced cancer.

"She wants you to pay more attention to her." Zheng Ling put her mouth next to Zhan Hanjue's ear, and her moist lips touched his earlobe.

There was a smile in Zhan Hanjue's eyes, "I am old and my energy is limited. I can hardly care enough about you."

Brother Zhan must not like her competitive character, so she should learn from Yan Zhengling and become a weak and sick Xi Shi.

"Brother Zhan." Zhuma suddenly staggered forward and looked around with a pale face, "I'm so scared."

She thought Lord Zhan Han would care about her, but Lord Zhan Han didn't even look back and said, "Didn't you say that your martial arts are very strong? What are you afraid of?"

Yan Zheng warned very seriously: "Please remove the word "sickly", I am just weak and not sickly."

The two quarreled all the way...

As if to add to Zheng Ling's fun, Zheng Ling also became excited and naughty.

Zheng Ling hugged his neck and smiled with great satisfaction.

"Zhengzheng, take care of Zhuma." Zhan Hanjue said.

Before Yan Zheng could speak, Zhuma looked at him with disdain, "I heard that you are frail and sick. It's good that you can take care of yourself. I don't need you to take care of you."

Zhan Hanjue felt as if he had won a five-million-dollar lottery. His beautiful and sexy thin lips opened in a flying arc. In an instant, the peach blossoms in his heart seemed to have blossomed. He felt sweet in his heart.

"How much love?" he asked her.

He didn't notice at all that the quarrel between Yan Zheng and Zhu Ma had stopped.

"elder brother......"

"Yeah." Lord Zhan Han tilted his head slightly, listening to her weak voice.

"I love you."

"More important than my life."

Zhan Hanjue's eyes were wet, "Yeah. I know."

When Zheng Ling said this to him at this time, he was actually a drunkard who didn't care about drinking.


Chapter completed!