Yan Zheng was stunned.

"Are you mistaken? Is she my sister? When I watched her grow up in open crotch pants, would I have evil thoughts about my sister

Yan Zheng hand pain, foot pain, face wrinkled into bitter gourd. Swearing: "you are immoral."

Han Han Jue's patience to Yan Zheng had reached the extreme. His face was covered with frost, his voice was low, and he was oppressed.

"Let's have fun last night. Maybe it's not the young master downstairs who has an accident today, but us."

When Yan Zheng heard of the dead man, he was scared to the ground.

Warlord said angrily: "remember this sentence, too much attention will lead to death. No drinking in the future. One by one, the wine is very poor. "

When it comes to poor wine quality, Yan Zheng quit. "What's wrong with my wine?"

Han Jue glared at Yan Zheng: "you use the hotel as a KTV and smelly shoes as a microphone. It's like crying and Howling like a witch. Is this your wine? "

Yan Zheng: "it's clear that he is a good singer and can charm a lot of fans. How can he come out of the mouth of Lord Zhan, and his uninhibited image becomes so unbearable?

"What's wrong with my wine?" The Impatiens asked.

Han Jue said, "your snoring can be compared with that of a pig."

"And me?" Zheng Ling asked curiously.

Zhan hanjue looked at Zheng Ling, the bottom of his eyes covered with a touch, which was helpless and spoiled, "you... You are OK."

Their own cabbages are in favor.

But soon he regretted it.

Because Zheng Ling felt relieved and said, "I'd better find someone else to drink next time."

"No drinking out." Zhan hanjue strongly protested.

At the thought of her being drunk, his brain leaped violently.

"If you want to drink, you can only drink it in front of me!"

Yan Zhengling obediently said, "Oh." I don't know why he reacted so much.

Han Jue suddenly stood up and told Yan Zheng Feng Xian, "take good care of Zheng Ling. I'll go downstairs and have a look. "

Yan Zheng Fengxian said, "go."

Han Jue kisses Zheng Ling's forehead and says goodbye, "I'll be back soon."

"Well."

After kissing Zheng Ling, Han Jue walks to the door.

I don't know when the room downstairs has been crowded with people. In addition to criminal investigators and forensics, it is the gourd eating tourists who join in the fun.

The narrow door was full of people outside. The cold Lord had intense phobia and stood outside watching from a distance.

At this time, the waiter of Huadu Hotel came up to him, smacked his lips and said, "it's a pity that a man of extraordinary beauty has a terminal disease. If he says that he has no disease, he will be gone. The forensics initially concluded that he died of illness, but his bodyguard said that he killed his young master

Shiv hanjue frowned, died of illness and homicide?

It is not necessarily for the purpose of killing a terminally ill person that someone is planning to kill.

I don't know what I thought of, and my face was slightly frozen.

This time, he did not care about the intense phobia and strode inside.

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