Yan Zheng glanced at Zhan Hanjue and said insinuatingly: "What kind of horse, cattle and sheep got me all over my body."

Zheng Ling originally had absolute trust in Zhan Hanjue's ability to resist beautiful women. But when Yan Zheng mentioned Zhuma, Zheng Ling became frightened. She looked at Zhan Hanjue fearfully...

Zhan Hanjue patted her head and said softly: "Don't worry, I have a beautiful wife waiting for me at home. I won't miss the outside world."

Zheng Ling smiled brightly.

Yan Zheng likes to contradict Lord Zhan, teasing: "A beautiful woman like a flower can turn into a yellow-faced woman. How can she compare with those twenty-eight girls outside?"

Fengxian cried and said: "Zhengzheng, what do you mean?"

I have to admit that Zhan Ye is really becoming more and more powerful as he grows older.

Zhan Hanjue's attention was obviously not on the point Yan Zheng was targeting him. He looked at Zheng Ling very happily and showed off: "With the nourishment of love, of course you will live younger and younger."

This sentence completely offended Yan Zheng.

Yan Zheng said: "Oh, Xianxian. I'm not talking about me. I'm talking about him. Look at your husband. He is middle-aged and has a greasy look. Even if he has the heart, he has no chance. What 28-year-old girl would be blind?

I glance at your husband."

Then he started to target Zhan Ye without fear of death: "Unlike someone, he becomes more charming and mature and wise as he lives. He is simply an arsonist in the hearts of eighty-year-old women to eighteen-year-old girls."

Zheng Ling looked at Zhan Hanjue. He was in his early forties, and he was indeed mature and charming. His movements and gestures were steady and steady. His eyebrows and eyes were sharp and angular carved by the years.

"I really don't know why I have to give up the woman who loves me the most in this world. Zheng Ling, in my heart, no one is more beautiful than you. Those young women will one day grow old? I believe that anyone can come up to you

At their age, how can they compare to your intelligence? Your beauty? Your generosity? My heart is very small. Pretending to be you is not enough for the rest of my life. There is no place for others. Don’t think nonsense."

Zheng Ling was moved to tears. "Yes."

Yu Chengqian threw away the chopsticks in his hand: "You were caught off guard and stuffed me with some dog food. I'm full."

"It's as if others haven't been nourished by love."

Zheng Ling looked at the handsome and noble Zhan Hanjue and said very seriously: "You are not allowed to like other people."

Zhan Hanjue felt that it was necessary to take some time to eliminate Zheng Ling's worries. He put down his chopsticks and stared at Zheng Ling. Zheng Ling's beauty was radiant, and after becoming a mother, her features became more and more gentle.

She is like a pearl, shining brighter and brighter.

Zhengyu said seductively: "You feel bitter in your heart. I know."

Yu Chengqian was stunned...

He lives a bohemian life every day, and others think he is the carefree young master of the Yu family. As everyone knows, he has always been lonely, lacking the love of his parents since he was a child.

Yan Zheng patted him on the shoulder: "Just get used to it. This kind of thing happens every day."

Zhengyu smiled and said: "Chengqian, I am different from them. I hope you can move your heart. If this girl can save you from loneliness and make you live a lively life, I will be grateful to her."

Yu Chengqian looked at his eldest sister in confusion: "Zhengyu, you don't think I'm the golden cicada who came down to earth to endure calamities, do you?"

The night is long and dawn is coming.
Chapter completed!