The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

The birthday dinner came to a climax when An Ran and Wuyou cut the cake together.

Outside the mansion, fireworks were in full bloom, and the whole sky was splendid!

Amidst the laughter, the three-eight pupils shone across the crowd and ran towards Yan Chenxi.

"Sir Captain! Zi Heng Zai Zai!"

"Zi Heng..." Yan Chenxi's expression was slightly stagnant, looking at the familiar face in front of her, the familiar person, and finally focused on the dark brown pupils of the other party.

"Chenxi, long time no see." He was smiling, and said with a long time no see.

"It's been a long time." Yan Chenxi smiled, smiling as good-looking as she thought she was a mother, but at the moment she smiled like a child.

At this moment, she has been waiting for a long time. In the past, just a few decades of human beings was just a moment so short to her.

But this time, she really waited for a long time.

After laughing, she cried.

Even when Yan Ziheng was killed by Tai Tan, she never cried like this.

Now, seeing Yan Ziheng reappearing in consciousness, she cried.

Then, in the curious eyes of everyone, he hugged the Yan Ziheng who made her cry.

"Ziheng Cub Cub, long time no see..."

Yan Ziheng's accomplice was bright, and he also hugged Yan Chenxi, "You're fine, it's great."

His memory still lingered when he overheard that Tai Tan and the eldest prince were about to persecute Yan Chenxi. The obsession in his heart still wants to tell Yan Chenxi the news. He wants to protect Yan Chenxi because he is her guardian.

The originally lively hall suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked at these two people hugging each other for a moment.

What's wrong?

What happened?

Why does Mrs. Lin hold Yan Ziheng?

What happened between them?

I don't know, I just saw Yanzi Hengxing running towards Mrs. Lin, the two seemed to say something, and then they hugged each other.

Oh my god, in front of Lord Xiao, is that okay?

What is good or not, the owl master didn't say anything.

Not far away, Yan Tianxiong frowned and asked Yan Zicheng on the side, "What's going on, do you know? Why does Chenxi hold Ziheng?"

Yan Zicheng shook his head, "I don't know either."

"Hmm..." Yan Tianxiong's voice stretched, and then he gave a soft tusk, "Tsk..."

"What's the matter, Dad?" Yan Zicheng asked with concern.

Yan Tianxiong subconsciously touched his heart, "I don't know why, I feel a little sour, and a little full. It is strange to cry and laugh."

Yan Zicheng glanced at Yan Tianxiong, then at Yan Ziheng and Yan Chenxi who were hugging.

He also has this feeling...

Until Gao Lu intervened, "Isn't it okay for Ziheng to hold Chenxi like this? Didn't you see that Lord Xiao's face was getting worse?"

Yan Tianxiong, "..."

Yan Zicheng, "..."

"Okay." Finally, Lin Xiao opened his mouth and pulled Yan Chenxi's petite body over, "There are many people here."

Gentlely wiped off the tears on Yan Chenxi's face, Lin Xiao then looked at Yan Ziheng, "Come with me."

After speaking, he led Yan Chenxi out of the banquet hall, followed by Yan Ziheng.

Ling Tian walked out of the dark, his eyes solemn. After hesitating for a moment, he chose to follow.

Before the cake, An Ran noticed the departure of his parents, and asked Wuyou inexplicably, "What's the matter? My mother just cried and laughed."

Wuyou shook his head, "I don't know..."

At this moment, Wuyou received a message, "Sister, Zhan Zeyang was injured on mission."

Almost at the moment when the voice fell, An Ran in the evening dress ran out carrying the skirt.

On the other side, in Lin Xiao's large study room.

Through Lin Xiao's concise and concise remarks, he roughly understood some things.

"Chief!" Ling Tian, ​​who had endured for a long time, finally couldn't help but began to speak, "The real Yan Ziheng is back, then...Where is March Eight?"

Through his eyes and expressions, he could see that the real Yan Ziheng was using this body now.

But where did March 8 go?

Could it be that you didn't even have a chance to say goodbye?

"I'm still here." Yan Ziheng's tone obviously changed. "Little boy, don't worry about your ancestors and me!"

Ling Tian's pupils shook, and he walked quickly to Sanba's face. Through the look in his eyes, he could confirm that the person who used his body had now become Sanba again.

"Could it be that you and Yan Ziheng are sharing the same body?" Ling Tian asked.

Sanba nodded, "This is indeed the case now, because Ziheng's consciousness has just awakened, and it is still very weak. Therefore, I will stay in his body for a period of time, so that his consciousness is strong enough to support him. When the whole brain is over, I can leave."

"Leave, where to go!" Ling Tian asked hurriedly.

"Well, this is back to the problem we were entangled before." So, Sanba looked back at Yan Chenxi, "Sir, Captain, this little boy just told me that I hope I can stay in the brains of those vegetative people in the hospital. Helping them regain consciousness is a benefit to mankind. However, what I plan to do is to return to the Star Administration Bureau and make a host of my own, and then come back again, so that I don’t have to live with other creatures anymore. ."

Yan Chenxi groaned for a moment, "Well, as an interstellar manager, you should have your own body. But 38, you are already an experienced interstellar manager, and some can make their own decisions without asking me. "

"Okay, then I'll think about it again." Sanba nodded, raised her eyes to meet Ling Tian's solemn eyes, and then laughed, "Boy, don't worry about me for your ancestors! Anyway, I'm the iron man. My heart wants to follow my Captain, if he doesn't go back to StarCraft, I won't go back."

Ling Tian gave Sanba a fiercely, and pushed away the hand he placed on his shoulder, "Go away, who are you ancestor!"

"Of course it's you!"

"Fuck! Stupid idiot!"

...

An Ran asked Wuyou Zhan Zeyang's location in the car, and rushed to the hospital under the Ministry of Security.

In the treatment room, the little nurse was blushing, bandaging the wound on the shoulder of Zhan Zeyang, who was naked.

The soldiers who accompanied Zhan Zeyang on the side pursed their lips and smirked. This situation will happen once every period of time.

No way, who made their commander grow a wicked face and have strong muscles.

The soldiers' snickers made the little nurse's face even redder, and the moment she raised her eyes, her eyes were full of autumn waves.

"Ahem!" Zhan Zeyang gave a warning after a cold cough.

The soldiers hurriedly silenced. Although the commander was short-handed, he had a lot of rules, and it was enough to eat a pot.

At this moment, a beautiful figure rushed in, "Zhan Zeyang!"

The soldiers were startled, and turned their heads to see An Ran in a luxurious evening gown.

Yes, there is a good show now!