[Volume 1] Section 1487: Encounter the rich second generation of love 22

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"Well ~, I don't know if it's the mixed boy. I am so lucky to get your heart. You are about it. The smelly boy is still so abominable, and hurts you. Don't let me know him, otherwise I must find him to settle accounts."

That Zhao Yan watched Zhao Lingda Zhang, and regarded her as her own daughter. On the whole day, seeing her soulless worries, it was really worried.

"Forget it! Zhao Yan, feelings can't be reluctant." Zhao Lingda shook her head, and she was still feeling what she had done at the beginning. Sometimes she even doubted, did she do something wrong? At the beginning, she had to be good.

Is it possible to make him hate himself? Instead, he likes himself. In fact, Zhao Lingda doesn't know. At this moment, Chen Ming has understood everything. It has always been regretful for her departure.

"Miss, you are squatting at home all day, it's not a thing! Zhao Yan is afraid that you will get sick. So, wait for us to go out together and stroll around everywhere, no problem?" Zhao Yan kept constantly

In this ears of Zhao Lingda, he comforted her. Now, I want to take her out again, play well, and improve my mood.

Then I knew that Zhao Lingda shook her head, a girl with Huaichun; and was a rich family, no friends. It was the most lonely! But but there were no friends; when they went out with Zhao Yan, the generation gap could not be leapfrog.

Zhao Yan also seemed to know Zhao Lingda's thoughts. His eyes turned, she said with a smile: "Well, lady. Otherwise, let's find the prince Fu!

Not bad. "

Hearing Wang Zifu, Zhao Lingda's face was even more ugly; for Zhao Yan: "If you go out with him, I would rather stay at home for a lifetime."

"Miss, don't do this! You have no friends, and. The latest news just now, Master Prince Fu, seems to be murdered! A bad, almost killed him, you did not comfort him." Zhao Yan

The news of the trail is quite spiritual, and Chen Ming's commitment is only one noon, and the wind sounds here.

"What? Being a bad murder?! That bad name, know?" Zhao Lingda suddenly thought of, asked nervously.

"Uh ... it seems to ......... It seems to be a bad of Zhenhua, what is called?" As soon as Zhao's words were finished, Zhao Lingda, who could not die,

, Turn around and fall the door and run out.
Chapter completed!