Jinglan felt like his heart had been stabbed.

In the past, he stood as high as he stood, and now he has many people disliked him and stepped on him.

Jing Lan's fine eyelashes drooped, blocking his blue eyes: "That thing..."

Jing Lan suddenly turned a blindfold between her eyebrows: "Who promised you to make an idea for me? Even if I am like this now, you don't need your sympathy."

Jinglan's temper was so angry that he was not alert.

There is still a thorn in the words.

No matter how hard it sounds, it feels uncomfortable.

Jinglan clenched his fists and knew that his temper was a little confused, but he couldn't control himself.

Jinglan didn't go to see Chu Zheng's reaction, so he stood up and prepared to leave, and his wrist suddenly tightened.

The girl's delicate palms were pressed against his wrists.

The aircraft was landing, and he felt his whole body sinking.

"How about you think about it and follow me?"

The girl's voice slowly rang in her ears.

The aircraft stopped in the camp and suddenly became quiet.

Follow her?

Who did she think she was talking to?

Is she teasing herself and making fun of herself?

The more Jing Lan thought about it, the more angry he became, and there was still an indescribable anxiety.

Her wrist was pulled by her and began to get hot.

Jinglan shook Chu Zheng's hand away, walked quickly to the door, and opened the hatch.

Fresh air poured in, and the light drowned Jinglan, forming a circle of phantoms around him.

"I won't say that."
Chapter completed!