Chapter 711

When Yan Zhengling was sleeping in a daze, he suddenly heard the sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping outside.

Yan Zhengling sat up in shock, tore off the needle of the infusion, and staggered downstairs.

This was the first time she had stepped out of the bedroom, and it turned out that the villa was designed like a medieval castle, with majestic natural marble walls carved with various vintage portraits, and if you deconstruct the portraits, you will find that there are many special symbols inside.

This castle left Yan Zhengling with a mysterious and old atmosphere.

It was hard for her to imagine that young and noble man had this kind of boss's pedantic aesthetic.

When she came downstairs and opened the door to the back garden, she saw the unstoppable man fighting the chickens in the pens where the animals were kept.

The man was in the stinky chicken pen, and the chicken feathers were still sticking to him, which made him feel extremely unbearable with his cleanliness fetish.

He pinched his nose with his hand and covered his stomach with the other. Looks like I want to throw up. Seeing Yan Zhengling, he swore and said: "I said, except for the kind of superficial love I can't give you, I can satisfy you with everything else." You want to drink broth, and I'll stew it for you. ”

But when he opened his mouth and said something, he felt the turbidity gas continuously burrowing into his mouth, and the man couldn't hold back, and spit out wildly on the ring platform.

The chicken is on the run, and he's chasing. Chicken feathers in the chicken pen. The dog next to him barked wildly.

The picture is somewhat comical.

But it was obvious that the male servants who served this noble young master did not think so, they were like great enemies. looked at the man nervously, "Young master, let's come." How have you ever done such a thing? ”

Yan Zhengling was dumbfounded. Isn't it just killing a chicken? ”

As soon as the words fell, those subordinates looked at Yan Zhengling one by one as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world, as if she was a national treasure.

From childhood to adulthood, the young master was excellent in science. Only killing, that is simply the weakness of the young master.

"Young Master, let's do it."

The man didn't speak, and the people didn't dare to move in vain. When he had vomited enough, he picked up the long stick next to him, held his breath, and prepared to shoot the fleeing hen from a distance.

Who knew that the big hen suddenly clucked and pulled a bubble of on the spot, and the man threw the stick and began to vomit wildly.

But the man was surprised to find that he didn't seem to be disgusted with her just because she hugged a dirty little animal.

It was an amazing feeling.

He followed Zheng Ling out of the chicken pen, and his brows furrowed when he thought of the next task of killing chickens.

Yan Zhengling walked into the chicken pen, an old hen in his left hand and a big rooster in his right hand, holding them and walking out.

The man was dumbfounded.

This woman is holding two chickens in such an intimate position, how can she not be dirty.

The man was shocked to see.

This woman's movements are like flowing water, and her movements are very skillful, and she often does this at a glance.

Yan Zhengling asked Zhang's mother to boil the water again, scalded the chicken feathers off, and cut open the chicken's belly to take out the internal organ system.

It was a big challenge for him.

Yan Zhengling walked to the faucet, picked up the kitchen knife next to him, picked up the chicken head, wiped the kitchen knife on the chicken's neck, and the chicken blood splashed all over the ground.

The chicken died.

The man saw her beautiful hands shuttling between the chicken intestines, and the black eyes shot out an unbelievable expression.

After Yan Zhengling finished taking care of it, he threw the kitchen knife in front of the man. The man was frightened when he saw the chicken blood on the kitchen knife. Immediately covered his eyes and turned his back.

Yan Zhengling said: "I won't marry you." A young master like you who is a waste wood, looking for a wife is looking for a nanny. You should take the money to buy a young and beautiful woman to come back and be your wife. ”