In the evening, Yan Zheng, Feng Xian, eldest sister Zheng Yu and Tong Bao came to Qingmei Town together and invited Zheng Ling and Han Jue to attend the Hundred Family Banquet in Yujiazhai.

Zheng Ling didn't see Zhan Su and Han Bao. Then he recalled that he hadn't seen these two children all day today, and he suddenly became worried.

"Where are Susu and Hanbao?"

Lord Zhan Han was looking at the foggy sky, thinking deeply. Suddenly he heard the sound of jingling, and he hurriedly explained, "These two children must have taken the rough stone to find a craftsman to polish it."

Zheng Ling had no doubt that he was there and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then let's go." Zheng Ling smiled.

Fengxian jumped up to Zheng Ling, held Zheng Ling's arm affectionately, and said: "Sister-in-law, you are so beautiful today? If I had known you were going to put on makeup today, I should have come over earlier and asked you to make me look like a fairy too.

Makeup.”

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhan Hanjue threw him over his shoulder and threw him to the ground.

"Ouch." Yan Zheng wailed, "Brother, what do you mean?"

Zhan Hanjue looked helplessly at Fengxian who had squeezed between him and Zheng Ling, and stared at Yan Zheng depressedly.

However, Yan Zheng smiled and imitated the woman's appearance, holding Zhan Hanjue's hand affectionately, "Brother..."

This was Yan Zheng's most courageous resistance to Lord Zhan Han in history.

I originally thought that Jue Zhan Han would be furious because he was so disrespected by Yan Zheng that he had no dignity as a man. Unexpectedly, Jue Zhan Han would shamelessly reply: "Yes."

Fengxian and Zheng Ling both glared at Zhan Hanjue. Zhan Hanjue originally wanted to kick Yan Zheng a few times, but when he saw Zheng Ling's reproachful eyes, he immediately lost his temper and said aggrievedly: "You know I

I have obsessive-compulsive disorder and don’t like people touching me except you.”

Yan Zheng got up in embarrassment, touched his sore butt and complained, "Fart, you are obviously jealous of Fengxian for occupying your wife. Master Zhan, will you die if you don't hang on to your wife for a day?"

Zhan Hanjue's heart felt very comfortable, and he glanced at Yan Zheng.

Yan Zheng stared: "Sure enough, the most humble person is invincible."

Yan Zheng was confused in the wind. "I have never seen such a worthless man like you."

Zheng Ling took Feng Xian's hand away, walked up to Zhan Hanjue with a smile, put her slender and weak hand through his palm, interlocked her fingers, and said, "Let's go."

The eldest sister Zhengyu and Tong Bao were laughing with joy.

Along the way, Yan Zheng, a living treasure, was trying to avenge his own ass. He kept belittling Lord Zhan Han.

Then he imitated Zhan Hanjue's coquettish style and said to Fengxian in a cooing voice: "Xianxian, let's hold hands too."

The immortal did not reject him and took his arm and walked side by side.

Zhan Hanjue's handsome face seemed to have been splashed with ink, as black as Bao Gong.

Then he teased Zhan Hanjue desperately and said, "Brother, you are already so many years older than Ling Bao, and your old cadre face makes you look even older. You two are walking together today, okay?"

Do you feel like a father-daughter pair?"

"My Lingbao looks really good today. Her makeup is very good. She looks younger and more beautiful than an eighteen-year-old girl."

"Shut up."

The angrier he gets, the prouder Yan Zheng becomes.
Chapter completed!