After Zhan Hanjue finished his porridge, Yan Zhengling threw the disposable dishes and chopsticks into the trash can. Then she sat in front of him, her eyes becoming a little cute at the moment, looking at him as if she was sizing up her own pet.

"You have a bad stomach. Remember to eat on time and on time. Don't overeat," she warned.

Zhan Hanjue stared at her ungratefully.

Maybe he was worried about Jincao and frowned.

Yan Zhengling suddenly reached out and touched his brow, and said gently: "Are you worried?"

Zhan Hanjue said with his venomous tongue: "You stay away from me, then I won't have anything to worry about."

Yan Zhengling: "..."

"What's wrong with me, I'll change it." She gritted her teeth, but forced a smile.

Yan Zhengling raised her hands in anger...

"You just deserve a beating?" She gritted her teeth angrily.

Zhan Hanjue looked at her thick layer of honey oil and felt so sick that he wanted to vomit.

"Then you can go back to your mother's womb and be reborn," he said viciously.

Yan Zhengling walked out of the door suddenly.

But Zhan Hanjue suddenly stopped her, "Miss Yan..."

Zhan Hanjue looked at her hand, originally thinking that he could not escape her slap. He never thought that Yan Zhengling was bluffing, and finally lowered his hand in hatred.

Gritting his teeth, he said sadly: "You are just relying on me to favor you, so you are so rude to me."

Zhan Hanjue's face looked as if he was constipated, and his thin and charming lips lifted up, but he hesitated to speak.

Yan Zhengling turned back and asked, "Can you ask me for anything?" Her voice was very soft, mixed with a touch of worry, and there was no trace of condescension or arrogance at all.

Yan Zhengling's face was so angry that she suddenly smiled when she heard his suddenly softened voice.

"What to do?" She turned back and smiled brightly.

It's strange that this female devil didn't take the opportunity to humiliate him.

Yan Zhengling saw his serious expression and suddenly felt that the situation was serious. "Say."

Zhan Hanjue didn't know why. There was never a word for "asking for help" in the dictionary, so he asked by mistake: "Can you do me a favor?"

After I said it, I felt so regretful that my intestines were blue.

Yan Zhengling's face became increasingly ugly, and he even called other women his wife. Her jealousy was overcome, and she felt sour in her heart.

When Lord Zhan Han saw that she looked unhappy, he stopped talking.

Zhan Hanjue looked at her blankly, and the worry in her eyes made all his worries disappear.

"I have a brother in my family who was paralyzed due to a car accident. Today my wife called and said that his condition is not good and I want to transfer him to Media Asia Hospital..."

"Give me the address and I will immediately arrange an ambulance to pick you up." Yan Zhengling said.

Yan Zhengling came to his senses quickly, now was not the time to be jealous.

"I'm sorry." He felt that this request put her in a difficult position.

Zhan Hanjue was stunned.

She actually went to save people so decisively?

No humiliation, no exchange of conditions?


Chapter completed!