Chapter 1689 (1/2)
Zheng Ling said with a smile, ”husband, I'm ok.”
The warlord looked at her in terror. At the moment, the Zheng Ling had calmed down, and his face was as usual.
”I'm really fine, and you know I can't smell the pungent smell since I got anorexia. Just now it was because the Impatiens vomited. I couldn't bear to vomit when I smelled the smell... ”Zheng Ling explained a chase.
Han hanjue is a little bit at ease.
”Really OK?”
Zheng Ling saw that he was nervous and anxious for himself. He suddenly blamed himself. He tightly held the neck of Zhan hanjue and said with shame: ”I'm sorry, brother Jue. I secretly ate some snacks and drank a cup of goat's milk.”
The handsome face of Han Jue was suddenly black.
”Who gave you food?” he said? What else did you eat? ”
Zheng Ling knew that he would be angry. He was afraid that he would settle accounts with Yan Zheng Fengxian. Zheng Ling felt that he should do everything possible to lower his fire.
”Don't be angry, brother baron.”
”I was wrong.”
”I will control my mouth in the future...”
looking at Zheng Ling's deer like eyes, Lord Zhan kneaded her tightly into his arms with some ingratitude and trembling. Whispered: ”it's hard for you. I must be tired of eating vegetables for so long. ”
Zheng Ling burst into tears. In fact, it was him who was wronged clearly. A big man accompanied her to be a vegetarian. What else is she not satisfied with.
”I was wrong.” Zheng Ling suddenly burst into tears.
She felt very ashamed. Why could lord Zhan have such a strong will power to accompany her to be a vegetarian, but she could not control her mouth and let him be frightened?
Zhan hanjue's restless heart was so sensitive and affectionate that she was so obedient and obedient that she could not export it. She said gently, ”OK, don't cry. I'll make you delicious food in the evening
When Zheng Ling and Zhan hanjue come out of the bedroom, Yan Zheng has dealt with the scene and secretly hides the snacks.
Only the box of goat milk powder was on the table.
Impatiens curled up on the sofa, Yan dada's expression.