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Chapter 941: Inexplicable masculinity

After waiting for enough time, Alfonso washed off the hair dye on his head rather violently and roughly, and then slowly looked up to see himself in the mirror, and almost jumped up in surprise, the original soft blonde hair had completely turned pure black. It was much better than he expected, and it was more serious and formal than gold, and then he had a cold expression, just like his uncle. Then he couldn't hold back for three seconds and grinned again, and then patted his face again, no, he couldn't laugh, he had to be serious.

Well, if you want to be serious, I don't know how my uncle usually holds it up, is he born with facial paralysis? It seems that I haven't seen my uncle's other expressions, and it looks weird and scary. How can I become a paralyzed face and an ice cube face? Are you not living long enough?

Alfonso excitedly stroked his new wet black hair, reached out and tore off his black shirt, and posed, thinking that it was basically okay, if he could match his little stubble and good muscles, and then tense his face, he should be serious and have an aura, like his uncle, so that he doesn't look so much like a little girl, so that his uncle can also look a little different at himself, and he doesn't want to be treated as a good-looking little girl anymore.

Does this mean that Stella will also feel that he is better than Andrew? Isn't it possible to feel more secure if you are more masculine? Thinking about it, I happily hummed a little song.

After thinking that it was basically okay, Alfonso excitedly ran to the fireplace in the small living room to bake his hair and wipe his hair, humming a little song, which should be able to overpower Andrew's guy a little.

The maid knocked on the door again, and Alfonso rubbed his already dry black hair, put on a coat and asked, "What's wrong?" What's the matter?"

"Your Highness, Lord Lorenzo has asked you to go to breakfast. ”

Alfonso glanced at his watch, it was just a little past breakfast time, he was too careful to clean up and seemed to have forgotten about it, he dropped a sentence and went after a while and ran back.

Alfonso ran into the bathroom, quickly used hairspray to carefully pick up his freshly dyed black hair, combed it into the back of his head, he felt that his hair was too thin and soft to be manly, now it would be good to comb it like this, not so soft, it looked steel, very manly. At least that's what he thinks.

Alfonso picked out a dress that looked the most manly and put it on, a tight shirt, the kind that can show muscles, no jacket, tucked the shirt into the pants and didn't look like a loose shirt at random and it was over, Alfonso looked in front of the mirror again, it can be said that it is quite manly, and he himself is very satisfied.

After a final look, he went out, and went to the restaurant with a majestic and high-spirited attitude, and his walking posture was different from the usual modest and gentle appearance, and he was even a little rude.

Lorenzo, Moro and Stella were already dining in the restaurant, and the corners of their mouths began to twitch when they saw Alfonso, who was very different from the usual beautiful and bright boy.

Lorenzo kept the fire on the fire, but Stella and Moro were there, and Lorenzo hadn't had a seizure yet, and he endured it again and again, and he was about to smoke.

So Lorenzo kept a cold face and didn't speak, and Moro saw that Lorenzo was unhappy, so he hurriedly beckoned, "Come and eat, it's not delicious when it's cold." ”

Stella had been looking at Alfonso and thought it was so strange, but the atmosphere at home was too cold now, and she felt a little strange to say it with her parents, and it was not obvious that something was wrong there, not that it was not unsightly, but it was so awkward, so Stella lowered her head to eat and did not speak.

Alfonso also felt a little strange today, so he made a salute and sat down to eat, but he ate a little too much, and he was almost full after eating a little bread with something else, and today he ate a basket of bread and ham raw, and a whole ham was almost half eaten, and Stella was stunned by the side.

Lorenzo kept staring at Alfonso's hair, his hands holding the fork were a little blue, what kind of hair, what kind of clothes, and what kind of tattered look. Looking at the fact that it was not pleasing to the eye everywhere, and there was this food, Lorenzo suspected that the person in front of him might not have been raised by himself, but may have picked it up from somewhere.

Stella also looked at Alfonso's hair, which was not ugly, but she didn't seem to be used to it, and her blonde hair was still pleasing to the eye, which was a little uncomfortable. Which tendon did Alfonso get wrong? Why make yourself look like this?

There was silence in the huge dining room, not even the sound of knives and forks hitting plates. Moro could see that Lorenzo was on the verge of an outburst, and he wanted to play a round but didn't know where to start, so he could only bless Alfonso himself.

Lorenzo ate first, but he didn't leave, he sat in place and read the newspaper of the day, and the newspaper couldn't hide the cold on Lorenzo's face, and Lorenzo was full of anger

Stella also finished eating, but he didn't dare to say a word when he saw Lorenzo's serious face, and sat in place and quietly looked at Lorenzo, this matter must have something to do with Alfonso.

He pulled the corner of Alfonso's coat and whispered, "I'm done, are you done?" I have something to tell you, hurry up. ”

Alfonso nodded, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and got up to salute, "Uncle, aunt, I've eaten, I'm ......"

Lorenzo finally couldn't help it, and said coldly, "Sit down." ”

The voice was rather serious, the tone was rather unkind, and the complexion was rather ugly, and the three of them together knew that this was the rhythm of the coming storm.

Stella also saw that his father was in a very bad mood today, especially after seeing Alfonso's black hair, he sat down cautiously, and Alfonso was also frightened by Lorenzo's attitude, and sat back again.

"What's the matter with your hair! Who gave you the guts to look like this? Whose permission did you go? It's turned upside down, isn't it? Lorenzo put down the newspaper, which was light but also imposing.

The wind brought up by the newspaper was not too big or small, and Lorenzo's voice was not too loud or small, but it still scared Alfonso to tremble, and he knew that his uncle was serious, but it was the first time he had seen such a big fire, let alone on himself.

Alfonso didn't expect Lorenzo to be angry about this, and was so frightened by Lorenzo that he didn't know what to say, "I...... I...... I just don't think that blonde looks good, I just want to ......"