Chapter 681

Yan Zhengling looked at the pale red, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Why are the berries I planted so light?" ”

Warlord Chill: "......"

Yan Zhengling unbuttoned the first button, revealing a white swan neck, which was covered with tempting berries.

It was the kiss mark left by the Lord of War's morning kiss on her.

"Mine is all out of the sha, why aren't yours?"

The Lord of War Chill smiled like a wolf with his big tail, "Do you want me to teach you experience?" ”

Zheng Ling nodded happily.

Zhan Hanjue hugged her, leaned down, and kissed her shoulder, but with a punitive meaning, and finally turned into a bite, and the teeth invaded the skin.

Yan Zhengling gasped.

He wants to leave his mark on her.

"Brother, it hurts." She cried out in tears.

In the end, I couldn't stand the pain and screamed. "Ahh

The cold eyes of the War Chill Lord glowed with a bewitching cold light, with a devastating darkness, deepening this bite.

"Zheng Ling, sleep with me." He said.

Yan Zhengling felt that today's Jue brother was very abnormal, and she shared the reasons for his abnormality in detail, and she felt that it was inseparable from his secret conversation with her grandfather.

The fierceness of the Battle Chill Lord slowly faded in her crying, and the teeth were pulled out little by little, and the bright red blood was gently wiped away with her fingertips.

Seeing the deep, belonging to him, the bottom of Zhan Hanjue's eyes was wet.

Yan Zhengling believed it, "Oh. ”

She fell asleep in his arms, tears still stained on her eyelashes.

"What did you and Grandpa talk about this afternoon?" She asked.

Zhan Hanjue thought for a moment and said, "I hope that the Yan clan can make a comeback and fill the gap in Huanya." ”

He hugged her tightly, but like an hourglass, the tighter he held it, the more he could not hold her fate.

At last, he let go of her in frustration, put her on the bed, kissed her on the forehead, and looked at her face carefully several times, until he engraved her appearance in his heart, and he finally made up his mind to leave by night.

Warlord's slender fingers ran across her delicate eyebrows, over and over again.

"I'm sorry, Zhengling, I can't lose you anymore."

Ruthless, leave.

Morning.

Zhan Hanjue pushed his wheelchair and gently left the bedroom.

I was stunned at the door, my eyes closed, and my eyes were foggy.

Feeling that the touch was wrong, Zheng Ling opened her eyes.

I threw away the pillow in my arms, got up and thought about it, but I didn't see anyone I liked.

The sky was foggy.

Yan Zhengling turned over and reached out to touch the person sleeping next to him. But he grabbed the pillow and held it in his arms.

In the lobby, the old lady was lying in a rocking chair, closing her eyes and recuperating.

Hearing his granddaughter's anxious voice, the old lady suddenly made a vicissitudes of life, "Don't look for it." He's gone. ”

"Brother." Yan Zhengling jumped out of bed barefoot.

Running from upstairs to downstairs, shouting all the way and looking for it. "Brother."

Yan Zhengling stood in front of the old lady with a puzzled expression, "He wants to leave, why don't you wake me up?" ”

The old lady didn't dare to open his eyes and look directly into his granddaughter's eyes, he could imagine how confused and sad Zheng Ling was at the moment.

"Wake you up, he won't be able to leave." Although the truth is very cruel, Yan Zhengling must accept it.

The old lady said, "He left you a letter." Take a look. ”

Yan Zhengling only then found that there was a neatly folded letter on the coffee table next to her.