This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

   Chapter 1659 Grandpa Qiao Er, hello!

  The bodyguard pointed to the back seat very politely, “Miss Ling, they are responsible for your safety, so please sit in the middle.”

  "I won't!" Ling Zihuan arrogantly changed his face, "Let them all go down, I want to sit in the back alone.

  Don’t want to reject me, or I will call for kidnapping! "

  Bodyguard: "..."

  The spoiled little daughter of the Ling family is really hard to do!

  In the end, the bodyguards had no choice but to get the two people in the back seat out of the car and told them to take a taxi and follow them back to Qiao’s old house.

  And Ling Zihuan did not stop after getting in the car.

  The air conditioner was too cold for a while, and the car smelled too unpleasant for a while. In short, the two bodyguards in front of them wanted to abandon the car irritably during the 40-minute journey.

  The car gradually moved away, and Mu Yi also hurried to the side of the road.

  After he got in the car, his teeth clenched, as if he was trying his best to endure his emotions.

  After a while, he considered it again and again, and still took the lead to call Fourth Brother Qin.

   Indeed, this kind of thing cannot be resisted by his own strength.

  ……

  At half past six that night, Ling Zihuan was taken to the backyard of Qiao’s old house.

  She looked at the surrounding landscape as she walked, the quaint and old courtyard made her uninterested.

  "Miss Ling, please wait a while, sir will come out soon!"

  The bodyguard stood in front of Ling Zihuan, sweating profusely, and whispered a word, then turned and left in a stride.

too hot!

  On this road, in the midsummer season, the young ancestors of the Ling family did not let them turn on the air conditioner in the car.

  Don’t even let the car windows open!

   One can imagine what kind of torture they are wearing black suits and stuffed in the carriage!

  Simply!

  Ling Zihuan glanced at the figure of the bodyguards leaving one after another, and pouted angrily.

   After taking back her gaze, she strolled around on her own in front of the backyard door.

  Walking to the plantation, Xiaoya had a flash of light in her mind, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, stood still and started poking the screen.

  At this time, by the inner door of the rear attic, Qiao Yuanxian was sitting in a wheelchair and looking at Ling Zihuan, his eyes touched a coriander she had stepped on, and raised her eyebrows, "She is not afraid of life at all."

  The old Duan stood behind him, and also observed Ling Zihuan carefully, "I heard that Patriarch Ling is extremely fond of this daughter.

  Hold it in the palm of his hand for so many years to grow up, but the age is indeed a little younger, except for the Ling family behind it, it seems that there is really no substantial help to the second master. "

  Qiao Yuanxian sneered at her lips. After a while, he raised his hand and waved forward, "Go ahead."

  The old section pushed his wheelchair out of the attic in response.

  Hearing the sound of the car rubbing against the ground, Ling Zihuan also raised his head from the screen of the phone.

  This is the first time the little girl has seen her second uncle’s father.

  I did not expect to be a disabled person!

  Ling Zihuan was taken aback for a moment, holding the phone, thinking for a long time, and finally said astonishingly, "Grandpa Qiao, hello!"

  Second Uncle’s father, she should be called Grandpa, right? !

  Qiao Yuanxian's second grandfather: "..."

  The old man clenched his fist to his lips and coughed slightly before he could suppress the urge to laugh.

  This little girl is kind of lovable!

  Qiao Yuanxian looked serious, glanced around Ling Zihuan's body, and then turned to the stone table and said, "Come and sit down."

  Ling Zihuan ran over and blinked when sitting opposite Qiao Yuanxian.

  Why does she seem to see six gray-brown dots on the top of Qiao Er's head?

   Isn’t that a sign that only monks have?

  Thinking about this, Ling Zihuan curiously leaned toward the table, "Second Grandpa Qiao, are you... a monk?"

the end.

  I don’t know why many people like Mu Yi, obviously I didn’t give him too much pen and ink.

  It's okay to feel sorry for him or have mercy on him. But Qiao Huan, CP, will still end in one thing. For Wood, I may be a stepmother. Ok.

  (End of this chapter)