Chapter 1712 Be a monk, be compassionate!

  The man in the wheelchair is Qiao Yuanxian.

  Today, he and the old Duan came to Li Chengzun for a private banquet.

  And this western restaurant is exactly the industry under the name of Qiao Yuanxian.

  Originally, I just wanted to come and visit on the spot, but unexpectedly, I heard a loud noise when I first started.

  Tonight’s Qiao Yuanxian and Old Duan did not wear gray robes. They were both dressed in black Tang suits. Qiao Yuanxian also wore a gray top hat on top of their heads.

  Qiao Yuanxian heard the old section’s explanation, looked at the front deeply, raised his jaw, "Go ahead."

  The old section hurriedly responded, pushing the wheelchair and approaching without hesitation.

  At this time, Ling Zihuan was comforting Huo Yun with her back facing them. Huo Zhuyan in front of the sofa turned her head and looked out the window, but her chest that kept undulating still looked very angry.

   Under such a treacherous scene, someone from behind said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

  Mu Yi stood up when he heard the sound, his expression became serious when he saw Qiao Yuanxian’s moment, "Second Lord Qiao."

  Qiao Yuanxian responded, and then his eyes fell on Ling Zihuan.

And the little girl listened to some familiar voices, looked back subconsciously, her eyes suddenly ran into Qiao Yuanxian, her mouth opened wide in surprise, "Qiao Er..." Grandpa was still on her lips, and Ling Zihuan swallowed in an instant. Go down.

  Can't be called Grandpa Qiao Er!

  The seniority is wrong!

  For an instant, she became wise, turned around to face Qiao Yuanxian, sweetly calling out: "Uncle Qiao!"

  Hearing the sound, the expressions of Qiao Yuanxian and the old man drifted a little surprised.

  The old man looked at Ling Zihuan with a smile, and his eyebrows were very relieved.

  And Qiao Yuanxian seems to be quite satisfied with this title, and his always serious face has softened a lot, "Come here and tell Uncle Er, what are you arguing about?"

  Ling Zihuan looked at Qiao Yuanxian pretentiously, and couldn't help but see the scene of meeting him in Qiao’s backyard that day.

  At that time...Uncle Qiao seems to have said, let her leave the second uncle!

  Thinking about this, Ling Zihuan bit the corner of her mouth. Not only has she not left her second uncle, she has gone further with him.

  Will Uncle Qiao get angry and embarrass her? !

  The little girl moved to Qiao Yuanxian’s wheelchair with serious thoughts, her eyes kept rolling, and cautiously asked: "Second Uncle, are you eating here too? Didn't we interrupt you?"

  Because of Qiao Mu's relationship, at this moment Ling Zihuan is very afraid that Qiao Yuanxian will hate her.

   Right now, Qiao Yuanxian was sitting in a wheelchair and raised his head slightly, staring at the little girl's rigorous appearance, frowning, "Have you been bullied?"

Standing behind him, the old section looked at Ling Zihuan with concern.

how to say? !

  Since the last time the little girl cried at Qiao’s house, he and her husband have been worried about it.

  Such a cute and beautiful girl, who was crying by the two old men, and felt distressed no matter how she thought about it.

  Be a monk, be compassionate!

  Furthermore, the little girl from the Ling family is so pleasing, every time she sees her innocent and clear eyes, it seems to wash her soul.

  Clean and clear kids, who doesn’t like it!

  At this time, Ling Zihuan shook his head at Qiao Yuanxian very cleverly, "I haven't been bullied, thank you for your concern!"

  That said, but Qiao Yuanxian does not believe it!

  He stared at Ling Zihuan’s cheek carefully, and the thick eyebrow furrows became more obvious, "Sick?"

  Ling Zihuan answers every question, “It’s just a small cold, it’s okay.”

  (End of this chapter)