Chapter 621

Zhan Tingye looked at Zhan Hanjue with a gloomy gaze, "You came at a good time. ”

Zhan Fengxian parked Zhan Hanjue's wheelchair in front of Zhan Tingye, and Yan Zhengling immediately flashed behind him with agility.

This action looks like a fledgling bird seeking the protection of an eagle.

Feng Xian glared at Yan Zhengling with hatred and hatred, and reprimanded her in a low voice: "Troublemaker." ”

Yan Zhengling smiled at her.

Fengxian is slightly flustered, this woman is so horizontal to the people in the Wutong compound, she is like a spineless mollusk to her. Why is that?

Fengxian said something inappropriate, and the people in the Wutong compound immediately misunderstood that Zhan Hanjue was here to confess to the old man.

Even Zhan Tingye thought so, with an arrogant old face and a high-minded attitude, he ignored Zhan Hanjue.

Zhan Tingye originally thought that if Zhan Hanjue didn't bow his head and apologize to him, he would never spare Yan Zhengling.

But he never thought that when he opened his mouth, the Lord of War Cold was wrapped in the power of the comer's unkindness.

"Lord Han, your people came to my Wutong compound to make trouble, shouldn't I punish her?" Zhan Tingye held back the anger in his chest, barely maintaining his father's loving face.

A gesture of waiting for the Lord of War to apologize to him.

The Battle Chill Lord was silent for a long time, and his thin lips opened slightly. "Dad, what mistake did she make, and you want to order her to be beaten to death?"

Although the voice is soft, it reveals a hint of coolness, which invisibly gives people an irresistible deterrent.

Zhan Tingye sighed, "You're quite sensible. ”

Then he raised his hand and commanded his subordinates again: "Do it." ”

Yan Zhengling hurriedly hugged Zhan Hanjue's thigh and begged: "President, you can't die without help." I'm your—"

Zhan Hanjue still said in a non-contemptuous tone, "If she is really disrespectful to you, Dad will punish her, I have no objection!" ”

Yan Zhengling was dumbfounded.

This guy is too unkind to her, isn't he?

Yan Zhengling cried and chirped, "No, president, my face is so expensive, what should I do if I am damaged by them?" ”

There are three thousand frozen in the eagle pupils of the War Chill Lord.

It's okay that she doesn't mention plastic surgery, but when she mentions plastic surgery, he gets angry.

"Mine what?" There was a hint of anticipation in the eyes of the War Chill Lord.

"Your staff." Yan Zhengling didn't dare to say his identity in the end.

Zhan Han Juejun's face suddenly became cold, "Do you have the courage to cause trouble, but don't you have the courage to be punished?" ”

"President, I admire you very much, you are my idol since childhood. I'm loyal to you, so keep me. I'm very useful, I can remove tiles in the upper room, I can beat gophers in the ground, IKEA is suitable for couples, and I can warm the bed the most-"

The Frost Lord's eyebrows twitched violently.

Others got goosebumps all over the place.

Zhan Tingye couldn't wait to clean up Yan Zhengling, "Still stunned for what to do, do it." ”

The group of thugs immediately dragged Yan Zhengling over.

"President, help!" Yan Zhengling was stimulated by Zhan Hanjue's indifferent attitude, and she had no love. At this moment, he only wants to test his sincerity to her.

War Chill Jue's voice sounded hastily with a deliberately restrained gentleness

Yan Zhengling jumped up with joy, "President, I knew that you wouldn't die without help." ”

"Wait—"

Zhan Fengxian shook her arms, "Big brother, this woman is so capable, how can you stand it?" ”

After Zhan Tingye's thugs dragged Yan Zhengling over, Yan Zhengling could fight back, but he chose to sit back and wait for death. Holding his head and squatting down, he peeked at the Battle Chill Lord.

Zhan Hanjue looked at her villain's face, and her handsome face was dark.

He thought she would fight back, but he didn't expect her to hold on to the end and had no intention of making a move. Just to wait for him to save her.