Chapter 1070

Yan Zhengling opened her eyes and smiled, and recited her love poem in a straight Mandarin:

You are the moon in the sky, and I am the ditch of the earth, waiting for your presence to make me shine.

......

Zhan Hanjue furrowed his brows and sneered, "I'm sorry, I have a cleanliness problem, and I will never be able to visit your stinky ditch." You'd better wait for someone else to come. ”

Yan Zhengling: "......"

Angry, he puffed up his bun face and looked at him bitterly and hatefully, "Don't you know that it is very disrespectful to casually interrupt someone to read love poems?" ”

Zhan Han Jue nodded, "You continue." ”

Instead, he began to turn on his computer and gallop through the game of The Matrix.

Yan Zheng said angrily: "I love you like lice can't leave the scalp ......"

In the end, Zhan Hanjue was so disgusted by her that he wanted to vomit directly, and Yan Zhengling stopped being a demon.

"Brother Ah Yue, I'm sorry, I was wrong." She patted him nervously on the back as if to soothe a baby.

Yan Zhengling suddenly roared loudly, "Ah Yue, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice, and a shell loves dung and mud......"

The voice was extremely loud, penetrating into every office of Media Asia, and then, Media Asia employees were boiling.

Almost immediately, Lord Warlord jumped up and covered her mouth, "You shut up for me." ”

"Give you another chance."

Yan Zhengling was stunned.

I wondered what he meant by this.

Zhan Hanjue looked at her gloomily, "Who taught you these love poems?" ”

Yan Zhengling stretched out her finger and poked Yan Zheng in the corner. "A love letter from my brother. He said that beautiful love letters are outdated, and if you want to choose, you have to choose something different, and if you don't agree to me, at least you can remember me. ”

The Lord of War looked at her in a daze......

After a long time, Yan Zhengling said to Zhan Hanjue with an embarrassed face: "I don't know why I like you." Anyway, when I see you, it's like spring has arrived, you are waving ten miles of peach blossoms in my blank life, and my life has become bright because of you. ”

A blank life?

Zhan Hanjuejun's face was slightly gloomy, he hated women who loved to lie. And Yan Zhengling touched his sensitive nerves.

Yan Zheng was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks, "Stupid, Yan Zhengling." He gives you a chance to confess to him again. ”

The Battle Chill Lord glared at Yan Zheng viciously. Yan Zheng hurriedly silenced.

Zheng Ling racked her brains to think about it.

Yan Zheng also felt a pity, he could see that Zhan Hanjue had the heart to give Zheng Ling a chance, but Zheng Ling himself failed to grasp it.

It's a shame.

Yan Zheng chased him out and comforted Zheng Ling. "Don't be sad, go back and my brother will teach you to write love letters."

She obviously cherishes the founder of Media Asia in her heart, she has loved her so affectionately, when she meets a new love, how can she say that she has completely erased the rich and colorful memory?

"I'm sorry, I wasn't touched by you." He said coldly.

Yan Zhengling drooped her head in frustration and walked out, "Since I was a child, all the love letters I received have been intercepted by you, how can I have experience?" ”

Yan Zhengling glared at Yan Zheng angrily, "It's all your bad idea." Tacky. No wonder he couldn't be beaten. ”

Yan Zheng said: "You can't write it yourself." Still dislike me? ”

Yan Zhengling said: "Who said I couldn't write? ”

"Then you wrote it yourself?"

Yan Zhengling suddenly turned around and shouted to Zhan Hanjue: "Ah Yue, I want to fall in love with you, get along with each other, and grow old." ”