Chapter 912

This is his life, and it is not up to anyone at all.

"Hey, I won't tell you."

Yan Zheng hurriedly ran to the ordering counter, bought a boxed lunch, and quickly chased out.

But in the busy streets, where is there still the figure of the War Chill Lord?

At the door of the restaurant, in a low-key and ordinary car, Zhan Hanjue took off his sunglasses and his sharp gaze fell on the door of the restaurant.

Yu Chengqian and Yan Zhengling came out talking and laughing.

"Zheng Ling, I'll send you." Gentleman Yu Chengqian proposed.

Yan Zhengling politely refused, "No, I want to be quiet alone." ”

Yan Zhengling turned around and left after speaking, and his expression was replaced by loneliness in an instant.

Yu Chengqian suddenly strode forward and hugged Zheng Ling tightly from behind.

But the angry expression quickly soothed, and the fist was weakly released.

Since he decided to let her go, someone loves her, he should be generous and bless her, shouldn't he?

"Zhengling, I want you to be my wife. Let me join you in forgetting the old days. Good no good? ”

The Eagle of the Battle Chill narrowed his pupils and clenched his fists.

Yu Chengqian reluctantly let go of Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling turned her head, the expression on her face was very serious, "You probably don't know, in fact, I also have cleanliness." It makes me feel very uncomfortable when other men touch me except him. So in this life, I will never open another relationship. Yu Chengqian, don't waste time on me, it's not fair to you. ”

But why is his heart so uncomfortable?

Yan Zhengling's face was slightly gloomy, and his voice became cold, "Yu Chengqian, let go." ”

Yu Chenggan said, "It's okay, I will spend my life entangled with you." ”

Yan Zhengling felt guilty, "I'm sorry. ”

Yu Chengqian smiled elegantly, "It's because I'm too anxious." Zheng Ling, I'll wait for you. Wait for you to heal your wounds with time. ”

Yan Zhengling's eyes were full of tears, "Thank you." But—you probably won't be able to wait for anything else in your life. ”

The ring on the middle finger flashes a cold blue light under the refraction of the sun.

The cold light shot into Zhan Hanjue's eyes, Zhan Hanjue closed his eyes, opened them again, and his eagle-sharp gaze fell on Yu Chengqian's ring.

Then he turned and walked away.

Yu Chengqian's hand raised, "Zheng Ling, goodbye." ”

Although they are two completely different rings, the Chill Lord is keen to grasp what they have in common.

Both rings are engraved in the same font.

It was a ring ring. A C is engraved in the middle.

Zhan Hanjue was attracted by the peculiar font of the C character, and his mind flashed to the huge hidden weapon ring he encountered at the scene of the tragedy in Mingyue Village that day.

Zhan Han Jue pondered: Those who belong to the sun can walk in the sun.

Those who belong to the yin should be the killer lurking in the shadows.

The difference is that Yu Chengqian's ring is engraved in Yangwen.

And the ring in Mingyue Village is engraved in Yin.

It must be so.

Sen Sen's gaze in the eagle eyes of the War Cold Lord moved to Yu Chengqian's face as warm as jade.

Abandon the personal dislike of him, in all fairness. This guy is really good-looking.

The eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, with a bit of charm and enchantment.

This made him can't help but think of his mother Yu Qianqian.