At this time, standing behind Qiao Yuanxian, Lao Duan, because of Ling Zihuan's naive inquiry, almost pushed out his wheelchair with a shake of his hand.
Is the little girl really curious or provocative?
But carefully looking at her clear eyes, she didn't look like a woman with deep intention.
That's probably... Speak up!
Lao Duan wiped his forehead secretly, stood at the back of the wheelchair and peeped at Qiao Yuanxian's face.
At this time, the last point of the sunset was buried at the end of the mountains.
Qiao Yuanxian looked at Ling Zihuan for a moment. Although he didn't speak, he raised his hand strangely and rubbed it on his head.
Ling Zihuan blinks his big eyes and looks at him, thinking that he may have said something wrong and poked his pain point.
Simple little girl to correct the sitting posture, raised the corner of her mouth, trying to look like a dignified lady, "Joe two grandfather, I'll ask casually, you don't care."
Ling Zihuan's flattering appearance is full of innocence.
Qiao Yuanxian glared at her and didn't know how to speak for a moment.
The atmosphere, in the state of gazing in the two rooms, continues to solidify.
Good half pay, Lao Duan couldn't see it any more. He leaned over Qiao Yuanxian's ear to remind him, "Sir, don't you have something to say to Miss Ling?"
Qiao Yuanxian glanced at him and waved, "you go down first."
"This..." Lao Duan was in a dilemma.
After all, he and his husband have been inseparable all these years. After he became a monk, his housekeeper also went to Mingshan Buddhist temple with him.
Although the little girl seemed not afraid of threats, he hesitated for security reasons.
Perhaps it is to figure out the old mind, Qiao Yuanxian once again waved, "don't go far, go to the door and wait."
"Well, please call me if you have anything to do!"
After Lao Duan left, Ling Zihuan looked at his back and bit the corner of his mouth, inexplicably nervous.
She moved her eyes slowly and looked back at Qiao Yuanxian. There was a trace of pity and sympathy in her flickering eyes.
The little girl felt that grandfather Qiao er must have met the saddest thing, so she became a monk.
No wonder the second uncle has never mentioned his parents these years. It turns out that there is such an inside story.
At that time, Qiao Yuanxian sighed, forced down the complex emotions in his heart, raised his eyes and Ling Zihuan looked at each other, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
If he is right, the little girl is pitying him for looking at him?!
What the hell!
Qiao Yuanxian was suddenly upset.
In his life, he was used to meeting people with evil intentions, including himself.
But in front of Ling Zihuan with pure mind, some words are hard to say!
Probably, her eyes are too clean, not stained with secular dust and impurities, exquisite and clear as if to dispel those dark thoughts.
Qiao Yuanxian twisted his brows, and his expression became gloomy gradually.
He restrained the impact of Ling Zihuan, and finally opened his mouth with a blunt tone, "little girl, tell me how you can leave Qiao Mu!"
Ling Zihuan doesn't understand what's on his mind under his sudden change of expression.
She gave a puzzled "ah" and then asked, "grandfather Joe, why do I want to leave my uncle?"
Qiao Yuanxian was asked, turned his eyes from Ling Zihuan's cheek, and then said in a cold voice, "then I'll ask another way. How much do you like him?
Or, at your age, what can you do for Qiao mu? What can it bring him?
When you are with him, can you guarantee that you won't drag him down or give him any trouble? "