Lord, let me be arrogant [End]

From a distance, I saw Xiaoxiao and Duan Zifei, those cold eyes carried too much complexity.

Before the boat got close, a figure with an ink body flew towards him. Yan San and Yan Si were still guarding the boat, watching the movement here vigilantly.

"Seventh brother," Duan Xiaoqi faced him, not as cold as outsiders.

"Fourth brother," Duan Zifei raised his eyes, with a clear and indifferent appearance, no different from before.

After giving him a slight chin, Duan Xiaoqi cast all his eyes on Xiaoxiao, the cold and hard lines gradually melted, "Yingying, I heard you were injured? How are you doing now? Are you feeling better?" As long as it was her, he would make no secret of his concern.

Xiaoxiao smiled, "It's much better, thank you Fourth Prince for your concern." The alienated attitude made his eyes dim instantly.

Vaguely, the person he saw was not Mo Ying, but another strange reborn soul.Although he didn't want to believe it or admit it, at this moment, she really attracted his attention even more.

"Fourth Prince..." Duan Xiaoqi laughed at himself, "Hehe, what an unfamiliar title, why did the relationship between us evolve to this point?"

Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and shook her head, "Fourth Prince, the past, should not be read anymore, let it go. If you really want to find out the reason, I'm afraid, no one is wrong."

Xiaoxiao looked back at Duan Zifei again, and smiled, "You must have a lot to talk about, right? Then I won't bother you." Without waiting for their answer, she turned and left.

With a straight back, she seemed to be deliberately pretending to be strong. She frowned, repeating the same sentence in her heart.

Zifei, don't let me down on you...

Looking at her who was leaving, Duan Xiaoqi withdrew his sad gaze, and immediately became indifferent, "Seventh brother, is there something between you and her that I don't know about?"

Duan Zifei didn't even twitch his eyebrows, and said blankly, "Is there something you need to know?"

The thick eyebrows were raised, and the sharp eyes seemed to pierce his flesh, "The rescue of the Lin family is not because of my request, but because of your own will."

Duan Zifei raised his face, and the moonlight shining on the surface of the river made him more and more handsome, with a slightly thin body, clear and light, and the atmosphere around him was elegant and quiet, but there was a faint hint of danger.

"Yes."

For the first time, he answered the question decisively and simply.

The dark eyes narrowed slightly, "You like Moying, don't you?"

"No." Duan Zifei looked at him, "It's Xiaoxiao."

Duan Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment, but then he smiled lowly, "Did she become a different person after changing her name and identity? In this way, you don't have to feel guilty?"

"Why do you feel guilty?" Wuchen's eyes were not stained with a trace of worry, "To whom are you guilty? Second brother? Fourth brother? Or sixth brother?"

He lowered his eyes, and his tone was so indifferent, "I don't have time to feel sorry for everyone who likes her."

A burst of anger slowly overflowed from Duan Xiaoqi's chest, he clenched his fists tightly, "If it was someone else, I wouldn't do anything, but why should that person be you? You clearly know my feelings for her, you clearly understand Everything we did before, but quietly took her away!"

"Fourth Brother," compared to his anger, Duan Zifei seemed extremely flat, "Those are all your business, and have nothing to do with me."

"Zifei!" Duan Xiaoqi tightened his cold face and said bluntly, "Would you rather lose my fourth brother than keep her by your side?"

At this moment, Duan Zifei looked at him squarely, "I will be lost if I lose my fourth brother, and she will be lost if I lose me. Her feelings will always be above mine. So..." He replied with the same words, "I would rather I lost my fourth brother."

Duan Xiaoqi frowned, and looked at him with an almost unfamiliar gaze, "Zifei, in the palace, I am the only one who is willing to treat you as a normal person. Useful tool. But, from now on, we will be strangers to each other."

Duan Zifei looked at him quietly, "Fourth brother, this is your choice, not mine. However, I respect your choice."

Almost at the same time, the two turned around, Duan Zifei walked towards the cabin without any hesitation, Duan Xiaoqi flew back to the boat, and ordered in a low voice, "Go back."

"My lord..." Yan Si wanted to say something unwillingly, but Yan San stopped him and shook his head at him.

The two turned the bow silently and sailed back to their big ship.

Staring at the building boat on the river, Duan Xiaoqi's gaze became colder and his lips curled into a cold arc...

Duan Zifei went all the way to the stairs connecting the first and second floors, looking at the little man who hid his body there, Xiaoxiao sat there with her legs hugged tightly, her head lowered, and she bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from crying.

"Come out."

She shook her head.

He frowned again, bent down and pulled her out, and when he saw the tears in the corner of her eyes, he slowly raised his hand and wiped them away with his cold fingertips.

Xiaoxiao raised her head, her eyes glistening with tears fixed on him, "Zifei, thank you..."

Thank you for not letting her down, not making her feel like a dispensable person, and not letting her lose confidence in everyone around her.

He closed his eyes, "This is my choice, not yours."

Xiaoxiao couldn't control it anymore, tears welled up in her head.Until now, he still took everything on himself, not letting her have the slightest burden.How could such Zifei not make her feel bad?

She grabbed his arm and choked with tears, "I, I made you lose your only relative...I suddenly feel that I am so hateful, I have nothing but trouble for you..."

Seeing her crying fiercely, his frown deepened, "No one can use you as a bargaining chip anymore, even if I am an enemy of the world, I will not give up on you."

Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, as if struck by the evening drum and the morning bell, shocked by his seemingly ordinary words...

"Zifei..." She lowered her head, cried and threw herself into his arms, hugged his thin waist, and buried her face in his chest, which is not generous but the only one that can make her feel at ease, "even if everyone I don't want you anymore, and I won't leave you...I will always be your Xiaoxiao alone..."

He lowered his eyes, and his long and dense eyelashes cast a small row of shadows. His handsome face, which is too beautiful to be true, couldn't stop the tenderness that spread wantonly outside his turbidity...

Raising his hand, he gently wrapped his arms around her. He didn't need too many words. She should already understand what he wanted to say.