Chapter 963

Feng Xian was very puzzled, "I thought that the reunion between you and my brother must be a dry firewood and a rekindling of old love." I didn't expect such twists and turns. My brother doesn't even have feelings for you. ”

Yan Zhengling was very frustrated. "I also know I'm not gentle, I'm not pretty, I'm not feminine. But I'm so good to him, can't I make up for it? ”

The impatiens are stunned.

Then he said angrily: "It's Yan Zheng, this bastard, who whispers in your ear every day that you are a tigress." Did he brainwash you? Sister Zheng Ling, you are the most beautiful, gentle and charming woman in my eyes. ”

Yan Zhengling didn't believe it.

Feng Xian became anxious, "After you became the president of Media Asia, you used this layer of honey oil to cover your stunning plain makeup, so as not to let those stinky men covet your beauty." If you don't be cruel, those men will want to ride on your head. You have made a great sacrifice to keep my brother's legacy. But I know. In your heart, you will always be the gentle, beautiful, affectionate and dedicated Sister Zheng Ling. ”

Yan Zhengling looked at Fengxian pitifully, "How do you attack?" ”

Fengxian looked at Zheng Ling, "How did you attack him when you were a child?" How are you going to attack him now? ”

Zheng Ling's tears flowed out, "But it's been a long time." I forgot what I used to be. ”

Feng Xian racked his brains and thought about it, "My brother obviously doesn't have the slightest immunity to you, I don't believe it, if you attack him hard, he will not fall." ”

Fengxian called her, "Sister Zhengling, where are you going on the big night?" ”

Yan Zhengling said: "Chase men." ”

Zheng Ling seemed to have opened her mind, and burst into laughter. "I see."

Yan Zhengling put the wine bottle heavily on the table. Put on the spirit of a strong man who will never return, and then walk out the door.

They dragged the Warlord to a nearby food court and found a cheap restaurant to celebrate.

The rough men get together, and they can't use wine to help the fun. And Zhan Hanjue also drank some wine under the enthusiastic persuasion of the fishermen.

The night is sultry.

The fishermen were so excited that they couldn't sleep because they had found jobs and bought social security.

Fishermen have been thick-skinned for generations, and they probably haven't heard of alcohol allergies. However, a few of them who thought they were particularly knowledgeable began to speculate.

"Ah Yue, you don't have some infectious diseases. I've heard that some people get terrible infectious diseases if they don't live their private lives properly. ”

However, it didn't take long for him to start feeling that something was wrong with his allergy to alcohol. His body was itchy and unbearably itchy, and he soon developed a large rash.

"Ah Yue, what's wrong with you?" Ah Tong's eyes were sharp, and he screamed when he saw the red rash on Ah Yue's arm.

The fishermen gossiped and labeled the Lord of War with an infectious disease in that area.

When the others heard that it was a terrible contagion, they immediately stood away from the Frost Lord. Even the best-hearted Ah Tong stayed away from the Battle Chill Lord.

"Ah Yue, we forgot to tell you, that Huang Ping has a lot of women outside, have you ...... with him?"

"I think that big president seems to have some meaning to you, rich people's private lives are very chaotic."

The city's street lamps shine dimly.

The Battle Chill Lord dragged his weak body, and the street lamp pulled his long and majestic body into a long shadow.

Zhan Hanjue said with a dark face: "I didn't misbehave. ”

Then he got up, paid the fishermen for his meal, and left alone.

A pair of white high heels, playfully chasing his shadow.

Zhan Hanjue's body is becoming more and more uncomfortable, his allergic reaction is sometimes mild and sometimes severe, it may be that his physical fitness has been a little weak recently, and he drinks liquor with high alcohol purity, so the allergic reaction is not only reflected on the skin.

Soon, he felt his breathing start to rapid.

He sat weakly on a bench in the street, his hands on his tight neck. At that moment, he thought he would die alone like this.