Chapter 722

Yan Zhengling put away the documents on the table, then held the folder in his left hand and walked towards the door.

Warlord's wheelchair was blocked in the doorway.

The Chill Lord's eyes never took their eyes off her. And Yan Zhengling behaved very indifferently, "Trouble let go." She said politely to the cold lord.

Zhan Hanjue looked at her directly, with a strong unwillingness in his dark eyes.

How did he and Zheng Ling get to such a point?

Worse than a stranger?

Zhan Hanjue's gaze fell on her bandaged arm, and no emotion could be heard in her tone, "Your hand, are you okay?" ”

Yan Zhengling smiled lightly and said lightly: "Thank you Zhan Ye for your concern." Out of the way. ”

Yan Zhengling had a serious and cold face, but her heart was not as calm as it looked.

Zhan Hanjue cut his hair short, and his whole person looked extremely refreshing. His flowing black hair was perfect for his palm-sized face. The starry eyebrows and eyes are set off as clean and distant as ink paintings.

She called him Zhan Ye again.

This title is what she called him when their relationship was at its worst.

Yan Zhengling encouraged herself vigorously: The handsome guy is poisonous, and he can't think about it.

The two of them looked at each other, without the previous veins and affection. Yan Zhengling always showed her innocent side in front of him before, but today, she is extremely mature and steady.

He just sat there and didn't speak, like a dazzling luminous body, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

Powered and glamorous.

Yan Zhengling hooked her lips with a self-deprecating smile, "Master Zhan, I used to be ignorant and disturbed you a lot. I hope you have a lot of adults. Don't worry, I won't pester you in the future. ”

War Chill Jue's heart ached faintly.

It's like a child who has been matured overnight by a catalyst.

"Does it have to be like this?" He finally couldn't stand her cold attitude and asked faintly.

"Wind, catch up." War Chill Lord.

The wind understood, twisted the wheelchair, and immediately chased it out.

After Yan Zhengling finished speaking, he squeezed out of the narrow slit on the side. She didn't want to stay with Warchill for a moment.

Zhan Hanjue closed his eyes and sighed, this girl was not injured by him very badly.

The elevator door also opened at this time, and Yan Zhengling turned sideways to make a way, and he had no intention of entering.

She was reluctant to share an elevator with him.

Yan Zhengling seemed to expect him to catch up, quickened his pace, and quickly pressed the elevator.

While waiting for the elevator, Zhan Hanjue had already followed.

Zhan Hanjue's heart was as cold as ice, he didn't expect that a woman would be so ruthless, and it would be so unreasonable.

"Let's go inside." He said to the blast.

He didn't want his face to be trampled into the dust by this ruthless girl.

Blizzle pushed the wheelchair into the elevator and pressed it to the first floor.

After the elevator left, all Yan Zhengling's cold disguises were torn, and tears swirled in his eyes.