The little girl's big eyes were watery, and she pouted as if she was wronged, and Lin Jing was a little distressed when she saw it.

"Mr. Chen, it's still early, let's watch her for a while. ”

The man stared at her coldly, "Do you think it's too early? ”

Chen Zhihong's words made Lin Jing lose his temper and dare not plead again.

But no, she is now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river herself, and she is still interceding for the little girl, isn't this hitting the muzzle of the gun.

Out of the school gate, Lin Jing saw the familiar Ferrari sports car at a glance, Chen Zhihong put Chen Xiaofan in the back seat, and then looked at Lin Jing: "Do you have a book?"

Lin Jing was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, what he said should be the car book.

She hurriedly replied, "Bring it." ”

Chen Zhihong nodded, didn't say anything more, and went directly into the back seat.

Lin Jing realized that this was an opportunity to redeem herself. She hurriedly got into the car and held the steering wheel: "Mr. Chen, where are we going?"

"It's on the navigation. You follow suit. The man spoke.

Lin Jing glanced at the navigation, and there was indeed a route, so she didn't ask any more, just started the car and drove according to the route.

Along the way, the little girl was still very unwilling: "Second uncle, after the final performance, there will be a group photo." I went first, and I couldn't shine it. At that time, there will be Xiao Yuan and Lili in the photo...... By the way, and Lin Mo! How could he live without me. ”

Lin Jing smiled bitterly, thinking that Lin Mo left earlier than you!

Chen Zhihong patted her head and continued to look at her phone, as if she was looking at something very important.

Chen Xiaofan was bored, blinked unhappily, and then leaned forward: "Pretty aunt, are you right about me?" ”

Lin Jing was called by the little girl's beautiful aunt, and her heart was full of amusement. She had never seen such a sweet-mouthed child.

She looked at the little girl through the rearview mirror: "What did you say...... Reasonable. By the way, do you hate Lin Mo?"

"Yes!" the little girl suddenly lowered her head and pouted unhappily, "Everyone said that he was better looking than I thought. The princess let him play. ”

Lin Jing smiled even more happily: "That little boy is very good-looking. ”

Listening to others praising her son really made her proud.

Chen Zhihong, who had been looking down at his mobile phone, suddenly raised his head and put his eyes on Lin Jing's body.

Lin Jing didn't notice it, but chatted with the little girl: "Don't hate him." You're beautiful, too. Besides, no matter how beautiful a boy is, he can't be a real princess, and he can't marry a prince. ”

"Really?" Chen Xiaofan's big eyes rolled around, as if he was really thinking about this question seriously: "Why can't he marry the prince?"

"Because he's a boy. Boys can't marry someone else, they can only marry someone else. ”

"That girl can marry someone else, why can't a boy? ”

"Why is that?"

"This ......"

Lin Jing was running out of words, and she didn't know how to explain it. She looked at Chen Zhihong as if asking for help and found that he was staring at her. There was a hint of scrutiny in his eyes, and he didn't say a word.

"Pretty auntie, why don't you speak. Tell me, why not. Chen Xiaofan opened his mouth curiously.

Lin Jing felt that her cold sweat was coming down, and she said hard: "Because girls ...... Girls have braids, but boys don't. ”

Chen Xiaofan touched his pill head, and his eyes turned red: "Then I don't have braids now, can't I marry the prince anymore." So what should I do?"

"This ......" Lin Jing didn't know how to explain it at all.

"Auntie, can I just comb my braids? ”

The little girl still didn't give up, and Lin Jing didn't have any tricks at all.

Lin Jing sighed helplessly, did Chen Zhihong plan to be so indifferent?