Chapter 698

Yan Zhengling: "......"

Zheng Ling threw herself on Fengxian's shoulder and cried profusely.

Feng Xian reprimanded Tong Bao and Han Bao, "You two little bastards, what nonsense are you talking about? She's your ......."

"Battle Phoenix." The cold voice of the gloom sounded from behind.

The black and elegant Rolls-Royce stopped beside Fengxian and Zheng Ling.

Yan Zhengling heard this familiar voice, and her heart pounded violently. Turning his head to look at the noble man in the passenger seat, his eyebrows and eyes were on the ice and snow.

"Brother Jue......" Zheng Ling's tears were like a rain curtain with broken threads. This brother screamed very sadly.

Zhan Han Jue looked up at her, his eyes cold and detached.

Yan Zhengling's head was blank from his indifference, and the whole person was in place, not knowing where to go.

Feng Xian suddenly took her hand and walked towards the gate.

At this time, the gate had been closed, and when Zhan Su saw this, he stepped forward. Stand on the track of the gate. The gate that was sliding back to a halt immediately.

The wind got out of the driver's seat. Hurriedly came to the front door of the co-pilot's car, laid out the slide, and the wheelchair of the War Chill Lord slowly slid down.

But he completely ignored Zheng Ling and slid straight towards the carved gate. When the portrait recognition system on the door recognized his face, the door slid open.

Lord Warchill entered.

When Warlord entered the living room, he was confined to a wheelchair because the wind had not yet arrived.

Yan Zhengling walked up to him and asked flatteringly, "Do you want me to carry you to the sofa?" ”

She was worried that he wouldn't be comfortable enough in a small wheelchair. But I never thought that it was a hot face to a cold ass.

In this way, Impatiens and Zheng Ling entered the Calendar Garden.

Fengxian pushed Zheng Ling, who was in a daze, and whispered, "Sister Zheng Ling, go in quickly." I'll carry your three children around and I'll never let them in and make trouble. If you have anything to say, ask it all in one go, don't leave regrets for the rest of your life. ”

Yan Zhengling walked to the front in a daze.

Yan Zhengling knelt in front of him with a pout, "Brother Jue, I was wrong. She choked up with red eyes.

It was as if a bomb had exploded on the spot, shattering the Chill Lord's heart. It hurt so much that he clung to the rails of his wheelchair.

But he turned such pain into boundless hatred. His handsome face became hideously distorted, and he looked at Zheng Ling's haggard and pitiful face, forcing himself to imagine her as one of the unseen pickles of the Zhan family.

He gave her a disgusted look with an expressionless face, "What are you doing?" He asked coldly.

Zheng Ling lowered her head, and Ai Ai said, "If you want to separate from me, you have to give me a decent reason." ”

Zhan Han Jue sneered, "Yan Zhengling, you are used to having no skin and no face." Didn't I write clearly enough? You say goodbye for two years without saying goodbye, and no man can accept that his woman quietly says goodbye and then comes back with a different face. My patience with you has reached its limit. So, I decided to take back my love for you. ”

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have spent half my life loving you. Yan Zhengling, let me go. ”

Yan Zhengling only felt that her world was spinning, and she subconsciously grabbed Zhan Hanjue's hand.

Her hands were cold, and she trembled: "Brother, don't ......"

Warlord snapped her fingers apart, then pushed her away.

With this action, he seemed to have exhausted all his life's strength.