The sun was blazing at noon, but the villa was filled with coolness.

The corners of the sharp mouth were clearly smiling, but the waves in the endless black pupils looked like a thousand-year-old cold pool, quiet and cool.

Ni Ziyang nodded understandingly: "Zhandong, this is Xiaolie."

But seeing that the man in an emerald green military uniform had a slightly narrowed his eyebrows and let go, his eyes were filled with brilliance. He stood up and did not forget the rituals of the king and his subjects, and bowed respectfully to Ling Lie: "Your Highness, Prince!"

Qiao Zhandong has lived with Ni Xiyue in the same house since Ni Xiyue was born. He changed Ni Xiyue's diapers, made milk powder, held her, carried her, and loved her very much.

When Qiao Ou led his troops to capture the rebel Ling Yun, Qiao Zhandong fought hard for more than a month to make precise arrangements, and finally broke through the palace city just to find the little crescent moon who was raised like his biological daughter.

Now that he saw Ling Lie, Qiao Zhandong was even more excited!

He naturally understood that Zhuo Xi was Linglie.

As the saying goes, don’t look at monks and Buddha’s faces.

However, it is not that he is so sophisticated, but that when he is unwilling to repeat his descendants and follow the path he has walked.

Looking at Ling Lie, he knew that he came down for Zhuo Xi. Before Ling Lie could speak, he said, "Your Highness is also a father, and you should understand my mood. I only have Qingling, one granddaughter. I joined the military camp and followed General Qiao Ou for half my life. First, I was to repay the Qiao family's adoption of me, and second, I hope I can change my destiny through my own efforts so that my children can live a better life. I hope Your Highness can understand my mood!"

Ling Lie's original resentment towards Qiao Zhandong was gradually dispersed in his earnest words.

All the parents in this world work hard and work hard, not for themselves, but for their children to live a better life.

Such an eternal truth makes Ling Lie unable to refute it.

The indifferent black pupils were a little warmer. He looked at Qiao Zhandong with a smile: "You don't have to worry too much. My cousin really likes Zhuo Xi, and Zhuo Xi also really likes her cousin. If your cousin minds Zhuo Xi's identity, this is not a big problem, and you can negotiate."

Ling Lie suddenly came forward to speak for him, and Zhuo Xi was moved.

After recovering from his consciousness, he realized that he had grabbed Qingning's hand too tightly. He relaxed slightly, but Qingning's little hand then grabbed him hard!

He looked sideways with a throbbing look in his heart, but found that Qingning was red with her eyes raised and staring at him!

Qingling, who has always been strong, stubborn and proud, has never seen panic and begging before in her eyes!

The sweat stains in the soft little hands almost wet Zhuo Xi's skin!

Zhuo Xi took a deep breath of blame, it must be the moment when she let go of her slightly, which made her mistakenly think that she had retreated, so she was scared!

It turns out that she will have such a weak side!

Zhuo Xi felt distressed, no longer cared about his usual reserved personality, nor did he care about the eyes of the people around him. He directly hugged Qingning in his arms with his tall body and hugged her small body with his arms. He had never had the perfection he had before at that moment.

He leaned into her ears and whispered: "Don't be afraid, I won't let go if I die!"

Qingning's tears fell like this.

He leaned on Zhuoxi's chest and nodded fiercely.

Zhuoran gave Ling Lie a cup of zimuth tea. Ni Ziyang was separated from Ling Lie and Qiao Zhandong. When he sat down, he did not forget to chuckled and reminded: "Please sit down, please."

Qiao Zhandong looked at Zhuo Xi holding his granddaughter and wanted to go forward with some displeasure.

Ni Ziyang, who was beside him, looked up at him and said indifferently: "Sit down first!"

Qiao Zhandong sat down immediately.

It is not difficult to see that he had a blind sense of following Ni Ziyang, and this concept was even somewhat deeply rooted.

Zhuo Xi gently let go of Qingning, wiped her tears, and stood side by side with her as before.

This time, with Zhuo Xi's guarantee, Qingning was not panicked.

Women in love are so stupid. A look and subtle movement of a beloved man is enough to make them either painful, despair or ecstatic.

Qiao Zhandong looked at Zhuoran serving tea to Ling Lie, then watched Zhuoran politely retreat behind the sofa, standing beside Ling Lie, and murmured meaningfully: "Does Your Highness want this young man to be your royal attendant in the future?"

After knowing that Qingning and Zhuo Xi were together, Qiao Zhandong specifically asked about Zhuo Xi.

Zhuo Xi is the president of Linglie's company. He is inseparable from Linglie every day, and he is always inseparable from work and life.

So subconsciously, Qiao Zhandong felt that Zhuo Xi would become the next attendant.

But why is he now serving Ling Lie another person?

Ling Lie smiled faintly and saw that Qiao Zhandong was also a person with open heart. From the meeting to the present, he always spoke directly to the point, not slanting or flatteringly greetings. From this point of view, Qingning's straightforward personality is somewhat similar to his.

"This is Zhuo Xi's biological brother, Zhuoran."

Ling Lie just finished speaking, Zhuoran said politely: "Zhuoran has met General Zhandong."

Upon hearing this, a trace of expectation flowed through Qiao Zhan’s east eyes: “So, will the eldest son of the Auxiliary Nuoyi accompany His Highness for the rest of his life?”

"It is Zhuoran's honor to be able to accompany His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for the rest of his life and take care of his left and right sides." Zhuoran quickly answered, for fear that his younger brother and Qingning would be broken up again.

Qiao Zhandong immediately pointed at Zhuo Xi: "Then, Zhuo Xi?"

Zhuo Xi and Qingning were both nervous, and they refused to let go of anything they said with one finger!

Ling Lie and deep eyes swept through them gently, and he remembered that Zhuoran was so anxious that he must have done his younger brother.

Thinking of the deep affection between them since childhood, Ling Lie took a deep breath and said slowly: "Zhuo Ran is not my attendant!"

One sentence instantly surprised the people present!

"Your Highness!"

"Fourth Young Master!"

"cousin!"

Qingning had tears in her eyes, and she watched the original expectation in Qiao Zhandong's pupils disappear like this!

Ni Ziyang also looked at Ling Lie curiously, and Zhuoran and Zhuo Xi were both shocked!

But when Ling Lie sat leisurely in front of the sofa, his hands overlapped casually, the graceful light and shadow outlined his innate nobleness and condensed everyone's eyes.
Chapter completed!