Chapter 695

But no matter how much he cared about Zheng Ling in his heart, he couldn't show it in front of Feng Xian, otherwise all his previous hard work and disguise would be in vain.

"I heard that Zhan Tingye kicked you out of the Tourmaline Manor. What are your plans for the future? The Lord of War asked.

"I want to leave the imperial capital." The bottom of the phoenix's eyes was sparkling.

"My parents don't want me anymore, and Yan Zheng doesn't want me anymore. I don't have any nostalgia for the imperial capital anymore. ”

"What about me?" Zhan Han Jue asked coldly.

Fengxian said: "Big brother is good to me, I know it in my heart." But I can't get through the psychological level myself, I always feel that we are not related by blood, and my eldest brother has no obligation to care about my life and death. Big brother, I hope you can understand what I mean and leave me some dignity and decency. ”

Feng Xian's eyes were full of unwavering faith, and Zhan Hanjue knew that the carefree little girl in his heart had finally grown up.

Zhan Hanjue felt very regretful, and said rather melancholy: "It's the eldest brother who didn't protect you well." ”

"Are you going to cut off my brother and sister relationship?" The Lord of War was displeased.

Zhan Fengxian's head shook like a rattle, "Big brother, in Feng Xian's heart, big brother will be my brother all his life. I just feel that when I grow up, I should learn the ability to survive independently, and I don't want to rely on my big brother anymore. ”

After a long time, he said with a hint of guilt: "It was my mistake." Big brother shouldn't raise you to be a squeamish and noble princess. ”

Fengxian was slightly flustered, and the eldest brother was extremely sad when he said this.

Fengxian smiled bitterly, "Big brother has protected me well." If it weren't for Zhan Tingye waking me up, I would have lived forever in the fairy tale kingdom that my eldest brother built for me. ”

The Warlord fell into a terrible silence.

Hearing Zheng Ling's name, the fingers in the sleeves of the Battle Chill Jue curled.

Feng Xian looked at Zhan Hanjue's calm face fixedly, and finally couldn't help but ask for Yan Zhengling, "Big brother, don't you really want Sister Zhengling?" ”

"When are you leaving?" The Battle Lord asked.

Zhan Fengxian said: "When Sister Zheng Ling's mood is better, I will leave." ”

Feng Xian was unwilling in every way, and shouted for Zheng Ling, "Big brother, you really don't like Sister Zheng Ling, why don't you make it clear to her personally." How can you be like Yan Zheng, a turtle with a shrunken head. ”

Zhan Han Jue said, "Say sorry to her for me." ”

Zhan Hanjue had already guessed that Feng Xian would be upset for Zheng Ling, but fortunately, he had done psychological construction in advance, and he was extremely calm at this time.

"Remember to let me know when you go. I'll send you. "Zhan Han Jue directly ignored the topic of Zheng Ling.

Feng Xian examined the eyes of the War Chill Lord inquiringly. But apart from the coldness in his icy eyes, he couldn't see any other emotions.

He was originally a master at hiding his emotions.

Feng Xian said angrily: "You tell her yourself." But you have to hurry up, it's too late, maybe Sister Zheng Ling will die. ”

Shipree's fists clenched hard, his nails digging into his skin, oozing blood.

Feng Xian stood up and sighed heavily.

Zhan Hanjue left the café, and the tense expression on Joon's face suddenly collapsed, and a look of frustration appeared in his eyes.

"She's always headstrong. It was I who spoiled her. However, in the future, she will have to pay for her willfulness. "Zhan Han Jue said coldly.

After saying that, he pushed the wheelchair and slid towards the door.

Hurricane handed him Zhan Hanjue's mobile phone and said, "President, Yan Gongzi has left the left bank of the riverside. ”

"Hurricane, what's going on over there with Yan Zheng?" His voice had a weak aura.

Nervousness and panic, worry and uneasiness all poured into the frustrated peach blossom eyes.

Zhan Hanjue took the phone and dialed Yan Zheng.

"Hey, Zhan Shao, I was about to call you." On the other side of the phone, Yan Zheng's tone was brisk.

The hanging heart of the War Chill Lord finally fell. "Really, what are you looking for me?"