Chapter 647

Tian Gunong asked in wonder, "Sister, how do you know that there is a disagreement between Zhan Tingye and Zhan Hanjue's father and son?" ”

Tian Maize smiled mysteriously, "You don't care about this." Next, you will do your best to make Zhan Fengxian fall in love with you, and my sister will give you great benefits. ”

Tian Gunong touched his chin and smiled sinisterly, "Isn't it just a pickled girl?" I'm the best. ”

In the evening, the phoenix nested in her "Fengyue Xiaozhu".

The servant prepared dinner for her. Tonight's dinner was a little different from the others, there was no soup. But there's a collector's edition of Lafite.

Zhan Fengxian picked up the red wine and looked at it, Lafite red wine from 1887. smiled: "Such an expensive red wine should be sent to Xiangding Garden." The eldest brother and sister-in-law are newlywed after a long absence, and drinking a little wine can cultivate the mood. ”

In the pavilion in the back courtyard, the Lord of War Chill arranged a grand candlelight dinner, colorful roses, surrounded by two hearts, and the inner and outer sides were thick candles, wrapping the flowers inside.

The pavilion is draped in romantic pink draperies, which encloses the space more private and ambiguous.

Then he stuffed the red wine into the hand of the maid Zhang's mother, "Send it over." ”

Xiang Ding Yuan.

"Shy?"

"Who...... Who is shy? I can't find the word shy in my dictionary. Yan Zhengling quibbled.

Zhan Han Jue is dressed in a white suit, and he is as dignified as a prince who came out of the comics. Looking at the charming person dressed up on the opposite side, Yan Zhengling wore a fiery red floor-length skirt with a low-V bandeau neckline, wrapping her proud curves very attractively.

The two looked at each other affectionately, and Yan Zhengling became more and more shy under the charming eyes of Zhan Hanjue. Finally, he lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Zhengling, I love you." The Lord of War looked into her eyes and said reverently and seriously.

Yan Zhengling was so ashamed that the roots of her ears were hot and her face was red. Jiao nodded shyly: "I know!" ”

"Zheng Ling, look at my brother."

Yan Zhengling's head was so low that he quickly burrowed into the dirt, and he raised it gently.

Zhan Hanjue looked at her sullenly, "Do you think you're very good?" It turned out to be a blank slate. ”

Is this disgusted that she is not experienced enough?

Zhan Hanjue was dissatisfied, "I said I loved you, didn't you say it?" ”

Yan Zhengling looked at him cutely, "What does it mean?" ”

Warlord Chill: "......"

Although she said it angrily, he was still very happy to hear her confess her love.

Yan Zhengling was the most unprovoked, and the small universe in her heart exploded in an instant.

"Brother Jue, I love you too."

My heart was beating fast inexplicably.

Yan Zhengling leaned forward and leaned forward to close the face of the cold lord.

As everyone knows, Yan Zhengling's sentence "I love you" is just a brick-throwing. Immediately afterwards, Yan Zhengling's flirtatation technology broke out, "I only love you in my last life, in this life, and in my next life." ”

Warlord Chill: "......"

Zhan Hanjue only felt that his heart was about to jump out, and suddenly reached out to hook her neck, "Just be my wife." ”

Yan Zhengling smiled charmingly.

The face of the thin makeup powder is so beautiful and attractive, coupled with the long hair that can be pulled at will with hair accessories, the temperament between innocence and enchantment is irresistible.

"I'm willing to be your pet cat and be your pendant. Also willing to do your legs, your ribs, your eyes, your hair......"

Lord Zhan Han said with regret: "Although it is two weddings with legal effect. But at that time, you married me and appeared in front of the media with Luo Shihan's face, so in the hearts of the people of the imperial capital, my wife is Luo Shihan. And not Yan Zhengling. ”

"My Zhengling deserves the grandest wedding. Instead of marrying me aggrieved. Zhan Han Jue said seriously.

Zhan Hanjue looked at her smiling heartlessly, but he was distressed. He said softly, "Zheng Ling, I owe you a decent wedding. ”

Yan Zhengling blinked blankly and thought for a while, "Didn't we get married twice?" ”

Yan Zhengling said very seriously: "I'm not wronged." There is a lot of money in the bank card you gave me, and I just can't use it up for a few lifetimes. ”

At the mention of money, Zhan Hanjue's face darkened unnaturally......

"What do you want for a dowry?" The Battle Lord asked.