Arrogant Uncle, don't be shy

This girl, why can't she talk? What's the meaning of how he dresses like this? Ling Chen has a black face. Is she ugly?

In fact, when Zhang Xiaoxiao said this, he meant to be very surprised, because usually Ling Chen, whether at home or outside, often wears a black suit and formal clothes. The occasional home clothes he wears are also rigorous and old-fashioned, so it's rare for him to wear like this.

Ling Chen frowned and looked at his clothes. When he came out just now, Du Zetang praised him and held him up to the sky, but how did she get to the little girl? It seems that she doesn't like it very much? Is it difficult that Du Zetang lied to him?

Ling Chen narrowed his eyes dangerously and became more and more sure of his guess. Good. This account depends on how he will calculate with Du Zetang in the future. Poor Du Zetang was so innocent that he was written down by Ling Chen.

Zhang Xiaoxiao took a breath, suppressed his impulse to have a nosebleed, and warned himself at the bottom of his heart, calm down, Zhang Xiaoxiao, you must calm down, you can't be so worthless!

However, has anyone ever told Ling Chen that his dress is really a crime. Zhang Xiaoxiao covers his face. Ling Chen is now in a dark blue aristocratic dress, with a row of metal buttons carefully closed at the waist and tail, a silver necktie on his chest, a small cross printed on his chest, and a harness breeches make his big and long legs particularly straight, A pure white feather was inserted on the high hat worn obliquely.

The more Zhang Xiaoxiao looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. The dress seemed to be the same as that of the prince in her dream she had described to him. Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoxiao's heart tightened, his nose was a little sour, and he felt moved. Uncle, is it because he casually mentioned that he came to see her like this.

Ling Chen didn't notice the change of Zhang Xiaoxiao and was still struggling with his dress. Was it really not suitable for him?

"Ugly?" He hushed his nose. Although he didn't want to ask such a question out of his face, he finally asked reluctantly.

Zhang Xiaoxiao was stunned and said, "it's not ugly." And handsome.

Ling Chen coughed lightly with his fist. Just now, his tight eyebrows were relaxed: "then why don't you praise me?"

After saying this, not only Zhang Xiaoxiao was stunned, but also Ling Chen himself. How could he say such coquettish words.

In Zhang Xiaoxiao's eyes, he just feels that Ling Chen is very much like a coquettish and cute big dog. He just doesn't have a tail behind him. If he has one, he may be in heaven now.

"You are handsome, really, uncle." Zhang Xiaoxiao took Ling Chen's flowers and looked at him seriously.

Handsome, there was an inexplicable palpitation in her heart.

"Uncle, did you prepare these specially?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked clearly, just want to hear an answer from Ling Chen's mouth.

"What are you going to do?" Ling Chen picked her eyebrows.

Zhang Xiaoxiao looked around, then stretched out his hand to point around, and pointed to the clothes Ling Chen was wearing. These almost coincided with the fairy tale world he had described.

Ling Chen smiled noncommittally: "do you like it?"

That's right. He specially prepared it for Zhang Xiaoxiao. Du Zetang said that girls will eat it. Since he is now the person in charge of Zhang Xiaoxiao, as long as it's her birthday wish, he will try his best to realize it.

Zhang Xiaoxiao pulled the corners of her mouth, which she liked and moved, but she cared more than these——

"Uncle, are you dressed like a prince?" Zhang Xiaoxiao said coldly.

Ling Chen frowned and looked at his clothes: "what? Any questions? "

Zhang Xiaoxiao was silent.

Ling Chen frowned, a little angry in his heart, and didn't speak? What's the reaction? Didn't she boast that she was handsome just now? What's this now?

After a long time, Zhang Xiaoxiao looked up, his small face flushed, and his desire to speak stopped.

"If you have anything to say, say it." Ling Chen suppressed her anger and tried to make her tone gentle. Today is Zhang Xiaoxiao's birthday. She is the birthday star. She is the biggest. She can't make her unhappy.

"You're wearing Prince's clothes. I'm a princess, so we are..." Zhang Xiaoxiao closed his eyes and said it regardless, which he asked himself to say.

Although Zhang Xiaoxiao's words didn't finish, Ling Chen was not a fool. She naturally knew what she wanted to express. In a moment, the trace of unhappiness at the bottom of his heart just disappeared.

He happily lifted up the corners of his mouth and looked at Zhang Xiaoxiao, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed. With a bad smile, he stretched out his hand and leaned over.

"Ah!" Zhang Xiaoxiao suddenly gave a low cry, and her head hurt. She opened her eyes and stared at Ling Chen discontentedly: "uncle, what are you doing?"

How can you pop her forehead at will? Ling Chen's slender fingers moved. The more he saw Zhang Xiaoxiao's angry appearance, the happier he felt.

"Don't you dream that on your birthday, a prince will hand you a birthday cake?" Ling Chen picked her eyebrows and continued: "I think about it. No one else is worthy of the prince you want. I'll just sacrifice myself."

With that, Ling Chen took it for granted, but Zhang Xiaoxiao still felt that what he said was very reasonable and could not refute it.

"So you dress like this just to fulfill one of my dreams?" Zhang Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that after hearing Ling Chen's answer, a trace of loss flashed in his heart. It seemed that he was expecting something.

Yes, Ling Chen nodded gently: "what's the problem?"

Zhang Xiaoxiao sucked his nose and ignored the loss in his heart: "No."

What on earth is she thinking about Xiao? This person is her uncle. How can she have that idea about him? Moreover, no matter how bad the person she likes is, she can't turn to her.

Ling Chen's eyes flickered. Is it an illusion? Why does he think Zhang Xiaoxiao is a little unhappy.

"Uncle, as you said just now, my dream is that a prince hands me a cake. Now there is only a prince. What about the cake?" Zhang Xiaoxiao pouted slightly discontentedly, holding Ling Chen's arm and throwing Jiao, as if the sad scene just now was really just Ling Chen's illusion.

Ling Chen smiled helplessly, girl. She never focused on what she cared about. I'm afraid she always put what she ate first in her eyes.