Chapter 1161 Uncle, What Happened to Your Face?

Leng Hao reached out to touch the phone, then pressed the button to answer, "Hello..."

His voice was hoarse and obscure.

"Hello, big brother, where are you now?" Leng Zhiyuan's soft voice came over.

Leng Hao's face was a little soft. In the past four years, the only thing worth celebrating and being happy about was that his sister came back safely.

"I'm in the office..."

"Big brother, why are you still in the office? Little Sireng has been standing at the door waiting for you for a long time. Today is Sireng's fourth birthday. You won't forget it, right?"

Leng Hao immediately sat up from the sofa, "Sorry, I'll go there now."

He went to get the coat on the sofa.

"Big brother!" Leng Zhiyuan called him, "I went to the street with Sireng early this morning and happened to meet Xiaotao. Sireng grabbed Xiaotao and insisted that this beautiful sister celebrate his birthday. Xiaotao is here with me now. This opportunity is rare."

Leng Hao hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised the corner of his lips, "Thank Sireng for me."

This little ghost is smart.

"Yeah, big brother, come quickly."

...

Zhou's villa

The servant opened the door and Leng Hao walked in.

"Brother, you're here?" Zhou Yao greeted him.

"Yeah." Leng Hao nodded, then looked forward.

Zhou Sireng was holding Ye Xiaotao's hand, and he exclaimed, "Wow, beautiful sister, you draw so fast, but... what are you drawing?"

Ye Xiaotao wore a dark green short pullover today, black slim pants, and a white scarf around her neck. She looked young and pretty. She held a chalk in one hand and painted on the drawing board with heavy ink. It was impossible to tell what she was drawing.

"Okay," she put down the brush, looked at Zhou Sireng and smiled playfully, "Sileng, come, blow on the drawing board and you will know what I am drawing."

"Really?" Zhou Sireng blew hard at the drawing board.

The colored chalk dust on the drawing board floated in the air, and a human figure appeared on the drawing board. It was Zhou Sireng who turned into Ultraman, holding a weapon in his hand. He looked as handsome as he could be.

"Oh, my god," Zhou Sireng opened his mouth wide, and looked at Ye Xiaotao with great admiration, "Beautiful sister, I admire you so much, your painting is like a magic trick, it's so surprising!"

Ye Xiaotao touched Zhou Sireng's head lovingly, "Do you like it? Sister didn't know that today was Sireng's birthday, so I didn't prepare a gift. How about this as a birthday gift from sister?"

"Okay, okay." Zhou Sireng danced with joy, and then he turned his head and saw Leng Hao standing by the door, "Uncle!" He rushed over happily.

Ye Xiaotao turned around, and Zhou Sireng had already hugged Leng Hao's thighs enthusiastically. Leng Hao rubbed the little friend's black hair, and then looked up at her.

When their eyes met, Ye Xiaotao hesitated for a moment, because there was a wound on Leng Hao's cheek, the wound was about five centimeters, and for a delicate and handsome man like him, this wound somewhat destroyed his beauty.

What happened to him?

She saw him fine yesterday.

"Uncle, what happened to your face?" Zhou Sireng asked with concern, tilting his head up.

"It's okay," Leng Hao glanced at Zhou Sireng, then looked at Ye Xiaotao, his voice was hoarse, "I accidentally cut it yesterday."