Chapter 812

Then Han Bao's hand was raised, and the mobile phone lens was just facing Yan Zhengling, who was burying his head in rolling dough, serious and focused.

It's just that the huge dough in front of her made the eyes of the War Chill Lord constrict.

Zhan Hanjue was angry in his heart, so he shouted sullenly, "Yan Zhengling." ”

Zheng Ling didn't expect him to call her suddenly, and raised her head in a little panic, just staring at him in the mobile phone video.

"What advice does the Zhan Ye have?" There is no escape. She beckoned to greet him.

"The child is so small. You're enslaving their labor? He really didn't have anything to say, and he was a little duplicitous.

I wish she had more labor to enslave the children, but they were energetic anyway, as long as they didn't tire her.

Wouldn't she be more tired if there was no one to help her?

Zheng Ling asked Zhan Hanjue, "Is it okay?" "Her voice is like that of a programmer, just an emotionless repeater.

Yan Zhengling glanced at the three children, and did not have any words to argue, and obeyed him very much, "Suh, take my younger brothers and sisters out." ”

Zhan Hanjue has a kind of frustration that stealing chickens and rice.

He felt that he was the executioner, stifling Zheng Ling's most vivid vitality.

"Yan Zhengling. Get a babysitter. He suggested in a hoarse voice.

Her expression is more like a carved puppet, losing her former agility and liveliness.

When Zhan Hanjue saw such a Zheng Ling, his heart was like a knife.

Zhan Han Jue said confidently: "My son and daughter are in the golden age of growing their bodies. I'm afraid that your cooking skills are not good, and you don't pay attention to the nutritional combination of your diet. So I decided to deliver a good chef to my kids. ”

Yan Zhengling refused, "There is no extra room for the nanny in our Yan family compound!" ”

He was reluctant to let her cook for him before, so why did he serve that strange family?

Yan Zhengling reminded: "Master Zhan, this is my family matter. ”

Zhan Han Jue said: "But my children don't live well. Yan Zhengling, have you ever thought that when the children stay with Cui Anru's mother and daughter who have three wrong views every day, they will be exposed to it and learn badly. ”

Yan Zhengling actually thought about this problem, the Yan family fell apart, and the two families lived together and quarreled all day long. It's really bad for children.

Zhan Han Jue said, "It's out of the way. Nannies can live in the villa area on Apple Street. It's not far from you anyway. You are welcome to stay there with your children if you wish. ”

Zheng Ling knew that the villa was already his, and he didn't want to owe him a favor, so he immediately refused, "I live well here." ”

Yan Zhengling was puzzled, Zhan Hanjue is a favorite maniac, although he doesn't like her anymore, but it makes no sense that he doesn't even want his son, right?

But he didn't seem to want children very much.

Yan Zhengling's thin lips lifted, and he said with some embarrassment: "Zhan Shao, can you bring them back to you temporarily?" When I raise enough money to buy my own house, I'll move them out. ”

Zhan Hanjue's eyes darkened slightly—a little stunned and hesitant for a moment.

Zhan Hanjue said: "I have a lot of overseas business recently, and I can go abroad at any time, so it is not convenient to take care of them. When I'm done with my work, I'll pick up the kids right away. ”

He's quick-witted, and this excuse is seamless.

This made Yan Zhengling's whole body inexplicably rush into a wave of unease.

"Zhan Ye, is there a problem?" Yan Zhengling asked tentatively.

But Yan Zhengling always felt that something was wrong.

"Oh, good." She prevaricated back.

Then he couldn't wait to hand the mobile phone to Zhan Shu, this time he learned to be smart, and in the future, Zhan Hanjue's phone must not be handed over to Han Bao, who is talkative.

It seems more appropriate to hand over the words to the battle that cherishes words like gold.

For example, now, after Zhan Shu and Daddy stared at each other, they hung up the phone.