Mr. Perfect Makeover

Zhuang Yan loosened the tight tie around his neck, glanced at Wu Xin, who was leaning on the door and staring at him with big eyes. It would be better if he could wear a few big holes in his body, and Wu Xin suddenly smiled and said: "What's the matter, what's going on?" awkward?"

You're the one who quarrels, and your whole family quarrels.

Wu Xin suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking about how to speak.

"Coffee or juice?"

"Juice!" After Wu Xin finished speaking suddenly, a bottle of bright orange juice flew towards him in the air, interrupting what he was thinking, and rushed to pick it up.

Smiling solemnly, he especially likes to see Wu Xinran at this time, silly, clumsy, very cute!

"I thought you were going to hide for a while, why, aren't you afraid of being caught by uncle?"

Wu Xin still couldn't help rolling his eyes, "If it weren't for you, a traitor, who informed me, would I need to hide like a little mouse?"

Sitting solemnly and comfortably on the sofa, he patted the side beside him, "Come, sit next to brother."

Wu Xin glanced at him suddenly, chose a seat farthest from him to sit down, and then warned: "Don't try to tell Dad, or I really won't forgive you this time."

"Why do you think uncle will come?" Zhuang Yan asked back.

"Because..." Wu Xin was suddenly at a loss for words, and didn't know how to answer, yes, why did he think that his father would come as long as he solemnly told the news?Where does this self-confidence come from?It seems that every time I hide well, my father has never found me, but is this really the case?Or is it all just my own self-righteousness?

Seeing the uncomfortable expression on the little guy's face, Zhuang Yan couldn't bear it, so he got up and approached.

"Stop!" Wu Xin shouted suddenly.

Majestic blinked and smiled.

Wu Xin suddenly realized that he had been fooled. Zhuang Yan's mind-boggling trick had been tried and tested on him time and time again, but he was often played around.

"Sit down." Pointing to the sofa on one side, "I have something important to ask you."

"Oh? Did you also see the entertainment news?" Zhuang Yan touched his smooth chin and said with a smile.

"What entertainment news?" Wu Xin was startled suddenly.

"It doesn't seem to be the case. Ask, although I may not tell you." Zhuang Yan's complexion tightened, and his hands rested lazily on the back of the sofa.

Wu Xin suddenly didn't know what this man was doing, so he was talking nonsense, but thinking of this man's bad temper, he didn't bother to pay any attention to it, and said seriously: "Zhuang Yan, do you regard me as your younger brother?"

"No."

Uh, I knew it was this answer, this man would never give the answer he wanted according to his own will,

"Then let me put it another way, do you regard Dad as your relative?"

Zhuang Yan squinted his eyes and glanced at Wu Xinran, "Xiao Ran, since you are throwing out the weight of family affection, the things you want to ask me must be difficult, and I refuse to answer."

"Zhuang Yan, are you really a descendant of the Shenyin family?" Wu Xin suddenly ignored Zhuang Yan's words and continued.

The solemn expression changed, and he bounced off the sofa, "Who told you this?"

Seeing this, Wu Xin suddenly felt empty, shook his head and said, "Then you must know He Fuming?"