"It's our Yan family who felt sorry for Fengxian." Zheng Ling sniffed, "We made her feel wronged."

Zhan Hanjue was startled.

Today he saw Fengxian's grievance and pain. While he was heartbroken about what happened to Fengxian, he thought of Zheng Ling.

When Zheng Ling approached him as Luo Shihan, he was as cold and callous to her as he was to Yan Zheng.

How helpless and painful she must have been at that time.

Zhan Hanjue reached out his hand and gently stroked her hair.

Suddenly he asked her: "Zheng Ling, is it particularly hard to love me?" He spoke out of emotion.

Zheng Ling looked at her, her black eyes as bright as stars were as innocent as a deer's.

"It's not hard." She suddenly laughed.

"I don't know how many times you cried when I treated you like that!" Lord Zhan Han said calmly.

Yan Zhengling laughed at herself, "I was born with well-developed tear ducts, so I am a crybaby."

Zhan Hanjue chuckled elegantly, "You never complain."

Yan Zhengling said coquettishly: "I really don't suffer."

After Yan Zheng sent Feng Xian away, he came back depressed.

Yan Zhengling stood at the door of Yan Zhengling's bedroom in despair, "Ling Bao, come out. I have something to ask you."

"In the future, my brother will never let you be wronged again." Zhan Hanjue stared into her eyes seriously, as if he was making an oath.

"Yeah." Yan Zhengling nodded.

Yan Zhengling immediately squeezed Zhan Hanjue's leg, "Don't you see I'm busy?"

Yan Zheng: "You are cruel."

Zheng Ling's eyes were full of resentment, and she said angrily: "I don't have time."

Yan Zheng glared at her suddenly, "Aren't you idle?"

"What about you?"

Zhan Hanjue looked at the pink bed and said with a smile, "I'll rest here for a while."

Then with a dark face, he turned and left.

Zhan Hanjue grabbed Yan Zhengling's hand and said, "He is very worried. It seems that he has something very important to tell you. Go ahead."

"Um."

Yan Zhengling found Yan Zheng in the garden downstairs.

Yan Zhengling carried him to the bed and when he turned to leave, Zhan Hanjue pulled her into his arms and kissed her before he was willing to let her go.

"I wish you a good dream." Yan Zhengling said.

Yan Zheng grinned, "Who is angry?"

Yan Zhengling thought she had beaten him violently today and the guy was angry. So he comforted him: "Are you angry with me?"

Yan Zheng looked straight at her, his eyes were very intriguing.

"Then why are you looking at me like that? Your stare makes people feel scared. Please control your expression." Yan Zhengling said angrily.

Yan Zheng said angrily: "You want me to control my expression? You should let your man control the male hormones in your body. Let him pay a little attention to the place when he grows berries on your neck in the future."
Chapter completed!