Sir Ares,Goodnight!

Yan Xiaoru walks up to Yan Zhengling and looks her up and down. Her eyes are filled with great surprise.

A sense of familiarity attacks the whole body!

Yan Xiaoru stammered, "are you... Yan Zhengling?"

Before waiting for Yan Zhengling to reply, Yan Xiaoru sneered and denied: "no, you are not Yan Zhengling. Yan Zhengling is dead. Are you Luo Shihan

Yan Zhengling looked at her in silence.

Yan Xiaoru stretched out her hand and touched Yan Zhengling's skin outside the mask. She said sourly, "you shape yourself into my sister. It's kind of like that. "

Yanzhengling impolitely will yanxiaoru's hand away, "don't touch me."

Yan Xiaoru was embarrassed by her disgusting behavior and said: "Luo Shihan, who do you think you are? It's just the vulgar and ignorant illegitimate daughter of the Luo family. I really take myself too seriously. "

With that, Yan Xiaoru wiped her hands. In return for Yan Zhengling's disrespect to her.

Yan Zhengling's eyes fell on Yan Xiaoru's stomach, and a little surprise appeared at the bottom of his eyes: "whose is the child?"

Yan Xiaoru glared at her fiercely“ It's none of your business. "

The child in her stomach is her disgrace. If it wasn't for the sake of revenge against Han, she would have killed the child.

Yan Zhengling said with a smile, "Zhan tingye's?"

Yan Xiaoru is slightly shocked, because in her impression, Luo Shihan is just like her, with a humble girl in her heart. For such a top class family as Zhanjia, even a dog of Zhanjia will have respect for it.

Unexpectedly, Luo Shihan calls Zhan tingye by his name.

And the tone has the smell of disdain. He is a proud Lord in his heart.

"Who are you?" Yan Xiaoru asked indignantly.

Yan Zhengling opened the mask and gave her a smile: "sister, don't you know my sister?"

And then slowly put on the mask.

Yan Xiaoru faltered slightly.

Yan Zhengling, who was originally thought to be formed by the integration of Luo's poems, has at most a certain charm of Yan Zhengling. As like as two peas, she did not think that her brow and her temperament were just like Yan Zheng Ling.

And more importantly, her face, there are no traces of plastic surgery left.

Seeing her, we can only make people equate her with Yan Zhengling. Inside and outside of her body, there is no shadow of Luo Shihan.

"Are you... Are you... Yan Zhengling?" Yan Xiaoru can no longer regard her as a woman other than Yan Zhengling because of the woman in front of her. Every frown and smile, every gesture is the shadow of Yan Zhengling in memory.

Yan Zhengling's cold air suddenly appeared in his eyes. He treated him in his own way and said, "Yan Xiaoru, you are worthy of being the illegitimate daughter of our Yan family. In order to be a concubine, you should be someone else's concubine."

Yan Xiaoru has not tasted the humiliation of being trampled on for many years. "Yan Zhengling, what about your upbringing?" he said

She remembers that Yan Zhengling was very cultured before, and she was not stingy to see her bright smile.

Yan Zhengling said, "my upbringing will never be given to you again."

Yan Xiaoru slightly wondered, where she offended this beautiful and kind-hearted young lady.

Yan Zhengling said angrily: "Yan Xiaoru, you should know that brother Jue is my flesh and blood. If you don't respect him, you are against me. I have no ambition all my life. It's my only ambition to protect him. "

Yan Xiaoru awoke and sneered: "so you are here for him. Hum, the old prince asked a weak woman to protect him now. What is it? "

Yan Xiaoru said, looking at Yan Zhengling provocatively.

She is confident that she has the protection of the strategists, and Yan Zhengling doesn't dare to do anything about her.

Yan Zhengling's face turned black in an instant, "Yan Xiaoru, you are toasting instead of drinking." Then he raised Yan Xiaoru's chin and slapped her more than ten times in a row.