So, how could this broad and warm back be his?

Zhan Hanjue carried her to Fengxian's rental house, and then sent a text message to Fengxian: "Sister Zhengling is blind, come back and take care of her as soon as possible."

But after a long time, Fengxian didn't reply to his text message.

Zhan Hanjue couldn't bear to leave the blind Zheng Ling alone in the rental house, so he simply stayed to take care of her.

He brought Zheng Ling tea and water and cooked for Zheng Ling.

The scent he left in the room, mixed with the scent of lavender, made Zheng Ling remove the false and retain the true, and truly feel the presence of Lord Zhan Han.

While eating, Zheng Ling said with emotion: "You have taken care of me for a long time, can I touch your face? I have to know what my benefactor looks like, right?"

Then he returned to the dining table, gently grabbed Zheng Ling's hand, and put her hand on his face. He deliberately squeezed the rich and handsome face into a distorted shape.

Yan Zhengling stroked his face, and when her fingertips climbed up his face, a small current flowed from the fingertips into his limbs.

The bowl in Jue Zhan's hand accidentally slipped onto the table, and he was thinking uneasily about how to respond to Zheng Ling's small request.

He stood up, walked quietly to the coffee table, picked up the scissors, and quickly cut his flowing hair into a dog-gnawable size.

She stroked his dog-gnawed figure, she touched his squished face, and finally her hand came to his sexy Adam's apple.

She really wanted to verify whether the speculation in her heart was true.

Yan Zhengling was slightly startled. This familiar feeling could only be brought to her by Lord Zhan Han.

Her heart began to tremble.

Zhan Hanjue wrote a word on her palm: male.

Yan Zhengling said: "The feeling you give me is like mine..."

But Zhan Hanjue suddenly grabbed her hand and put her hand on the table with resistance.

Yan Zhengling said with some embarrassment: "I just want to know if you are a boy or a girl?"

Zhan Hanjue was slightly startled. This girl always had a cold face when she saw him recently. It turned out that she was also pretending.

He wrote in her hand: "How is he?"

She paused and choked out two words: "Brother."

When she said these two words, a sweet and shy smile appeared on her face.

Yan Zhengling's smile condensed in her eyes, and then she spoke with a stern voice, "It's a pity that such a good brother Jue is... dead."

It was as if Zhan Hanjue had been swept by ice currents, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Yan Zhengling thought for a long time and said: "He is the best brother Jue in the world."

Zhan Hanjue wrote: "I don't believe it. How can there be such a perfect person in the world?"

"Hello."

When he answered the phone, he heard Yan Zheng's voice coming from the other side.

He gently let go of her hand and stood up unsteadily.

At this time, his cell phone rang, and Zhan Hanjue saw Fengxian's name displayed on the phone screen, staggered to open the door and left.

Zheng Ling's disappointment in him was like a curse, completely imprisoning him.

He returned to Zheng Ling, suppressed the grief in his heart, and packed everything for her.

"Young Master Zhan, what happened to my sister?"

"We'll talk about it when you get here." Zhan Hanjue didn't even have the strength to speak.

Then, I looked at the alarm clock on the wall.

The hour hand has already pointed to 19:09.

In a few more hours, the Zhan family's misfortune will come.


Chapter completed!