The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

"Then... I take back what I said when I was eighteen. I like men older than me, preferably six years older, and best if this man has the surname Zhan." An Ran whispered.

Zhan Zeyang pursed his lips and smiled, "What a coincidence, I just agreed with your request."

"Oh~"

"Commander~"

"What's going on!"

Behind them, the soldiers who had been watching the excitement for a long time finally couldn't help but started booing.

Zhan Zeyang frowned slightly, how could he forgot about these bastards.

Embracing An Ran with one arm, turning around, staring at the soldiers, "Also use me to introduce?"

"No, Mrs. Future Commander!"

"That's right, Commander, you were finally taken by Miss An Ran. For so long, we are all anxious for you!"

"No, we can all see that Miss An Ran is interesting to you, just like you are like a big log!"

When I was bumped into, An Ran was not as shy and bewildered as the other little girls, but generously met the gazes of the soldiers, and then gave Zhan Zeyang an angry hammer, "Yes, even they watched." I am interesting to you when I come out, why have you been indifferent for so long! It made me think that you are really a combat machine, without human emotions!"

"Combat machine?" Zhan Zeyang was startled slightly, and he didn't understand the nickname Wuyou gave him.

Facing An Ran's questioning, he really couldn't refute it.

First of all, it was because of An Ran's answer at the age of eighteen that made him think he had no hope and was completely dead.

Secondly, he has really devoted all his energy to the work of the Ministry of Security in the past few years. The affairs of the Ministry of Security have already taken up all his time and energy, so naturally he has no time to take care of other things.

In the third year, An Ran and Wuyou have been in contact with him, but he also regarded this contact as between his classmates. Moreover, in many cases, Wuyou contacted him. Just like this birthday party, Wuyou came forward to contact him, and An Ran rarely contacted him, which gave him the illusion that An Ran didn't want to contact him.

In fact, what he didn't know was that in many cases, An Ran wanted to find him. But I was afraid that I would be rejected when I came out, so Wuyou, who was also a male, came forward to invite me.

At this moment, An Ran understood.

Many things must be expressed straightforwardly so that they will not be missed.

If this time, it wasn't that Wuyou told her that Zhan Zeyang was injured, and she ran desperately. Maybe, she still won't tell Zhan Zeyang, between them, I don't know how many years will be wasted.

In the banquet hall, Qian Leyi finally caught Wuyou, "Lin Wuyou, why are you still avoiding me!"

Wuyou wanted to turn around, but he didn't have time, he chuckled, "I...nothing..."

Qian Leyi pursed her mouth to express her dissatisfaction, "You obviously have it! Lin Wuyou, do you hate me!"

Worry-free shook his head decisively, "No, I don't hate it."

"You lie, you don't hate me, why do you always avoid me!"

Wuyou said with a serious face, "Le Yi, I really don't hate you."

How could he not know Qian Leyi's mind.

It's just that he really didn't think about getting into a relationship. Now he is more willing to spend a lot of time on his own scientific research projects.

Qian Leyi stared at Wuyou with disappointment, "Forget it...Anyway, I won't pester you anymore."

Hearing this, Wuyou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and finally could relax.

"My grandfather arranged a blind date for me. It is a family marriage. I should be married soon. The set of your room is the last gift I will give you. I think you will like it." After that, Qian Le Yi turned around and left.

"Marriage..." Wuyou whispered softly, his palms curled up subconsciously.