I dressed as a black lotus goddess

Chapter 113 Please don't call me Mr. Feng.Then, Uncle Feng?

The next day, because she made an appointment with Feng Xian early, she didn't tie her hair up or wear a skirt.

When I went to Xiangling Media to attend a class, Zheng Ling still struggled with what to wear.

Most of the closets were full of styles of winter skirts. Zheng Ling flicked through a row of clothes, and finally found a white down jacket.

After getting on her body, she remembered that it seemed to be bought two years ago, when the original owner was still in college.

Was it still a set when I bought it?
She turned out the matching light-colored jeans and fluffy snow boots again.

Going out, the cold wind blows, chilling people's necks, Zheng Ling refreshed, and turned back to find a scarf.

Therefore, today's Zheng Ling dresses very 'young' and looks very young.

When she went to attend classes in the building, some of the children who attended classes nearby didn't recognize her, and asked her which school's new junior girl she was.

The inexplicably younger Zheng Ling snickered for a while, and threw herself into the teacher's classroom again.

noon.

Feng Xian sent a message in advance to ask Zheng Ling to wait in the underground parking lot.

The two had been separated for almost half a month, and Feng Xian had only seen Zheng Ling on the video on the website. After seeing the real person, Feng Xian felt that the way he searched for news on the Internet was too low-end.

Those pictures are not as good as her real person.

Zheng Ling is the cutest when she is active.

"Mr. Feng." The parking lot was built underground, without heating, and it was quite cold. Although Zheng Ling was in good health and resistant to freezing, the whizzing wind made Zheng Ling subconsciously tighten his scarf.

Seeing her like this, Feng Xian frowned unconsciously, and quickly opened the car door, "Get in the car."

Under the man's long arms, Zheng Ling smiled slightly and got into the car.

"Tezhu Chen, turn up the heat."

As the driver, Assistant Chen let out an oh, quickly turned up the temperature, and then lowered the partition.

The car started, Feng Xian thought, Chen Tezhu is still a little self-conscious sometimes.

"Why did you come out with so little clothes on?" In front of Zheng Ling, Feng Xian always seemed to have a hard time maintaining that superior president.

No, it can be maintained.

Just don't talk, don't make facial expressions.

"What's missing?" Zheng Lingpei admired Mr. Feng's nonsense, she pointed at the words, "Scarves, sweaters, and down jackets are already winter equipment."

"Then you are still shivering?"

"..." Zheng Ling burst out laughing, pointing to the white snow outside the window, "Mr. Feng, please be reasonable, the current temperature in Yanjing, you can't resist the cold by wearing clothes."

How many degrees below zero, just relying on physical dressing can't solve the problem at all.

These words made Feng Xian choke.

but--

Hearing this address, the old man felt uncomfortable again, "Why do you call me Mr. Feng?"

"Doesn't it sound good? Then replace it with Mr. Feng?" Zheng Ling asked with a face.

Feng Xian shook his head, "I don't like to hear this."

Can't be called Mr., can't be called Mr. X, don't you like to hear this?
Could it be—

Zheng Ling looked strange, "Do you want me to call you uncle?"

"Going out like this, if someone hears it, it will be very strange." If someone with a heart hears it, such a strange name and relationship will be revealed, and jumping into the Yellow River will be regarded as fun at that time.

uncle?

"Am I so old?" The man called uncle looked unhappy, completely forgetting who was teasing and saying that he had occasional uncle addiction.

"Could it be...to be called Brother Feng Xian?" Before Feng Xian could speak, Zheng Ling already had goosebumps.

(End of this chapter)