C128 Uncle Hello

Just as Clarie Scott was about to introduce him, Henry Wilson had already squatted down with his tall body. He looked at the little guy face to face. His face, which was full of uncertainty a moment ago, was now full of smiles, "Little guy, what's your name? I'm your uncle, your real uncle!"

"My dear uncle? Mommy, what is a real uncle? Is this uncle going to let me kiss him? " Emma Scott didn't really understand what was meant by "kinship", she just understood the meaning of those words.

Clarie Scott immediately replied, "He's your father's younger brother. He's your uncle. You can call him uncle in the future."

Henry Wilson didn't think that her tone would become gentle in front of the little guy. It was indeed an unfair treatment.

"What's my name, niece?" Henry Wilson immediately turned around and asked Clarie Scott.

"My name is Emma Scott!" Uncle, did you come specially to see me? Did you bring me a present? " Emma Scott thought that her uncle came to see her because she was sick. She thought that her uncle must have brought a gift with him when he came to see her.

Henry Wilson was stunned and looked at Clarie Scott as if he was begging for help.

Of course, Clarie Scott knew why he had come here, and she certainly didn't bring a present with her.

"Emma, Uncle came in a hurry today, so he didn't bring any presents for you. Next time, can you let him make it up to you?" Clarie Scott comforted her daughter.

Emma Scott was still easy to talk to, so she nodded her head. "Alright, the next time uncle comes to find me, you must bring me a present. I will also bring a gift back."

Henry Wilson never knew that such a small Xiao Budian would actually ask for a gift. It was both cute and funny.

"Sure, uncle promises you that he will bring you a lot of gifts the next time he comes." Henry Wilson immediately answered with a smile.

"And bring a present for my brother too." The little guy didn't forget to give his big brother one.

Henry Wilson nodded and finally agreed.

Clarie Scott stood up with Emma Scott in her arms. "Mommy will take you upstairs to change your clothes."

At this moment, Henry Wilson's mood was incredibly complicated. Although he was still angry at Clarie Scott, he felt that he had gone too far when he saw the cute niece. When he first wanted to sign these two little guys, it was for the sake of earning money.

Now that he knew they were his own nieces, how could he bear to keep them in the spotlight? His big brother did not lift a knife to cut him down.

"Uncle, don't go yet. I'll bring you to see my friend, the Whitey." Emma Scott was carried upstairs by Mommy, but she still wanted Henry Wilson to stay.

"Who is the Whitey?" Henry Wilson was stunned.

"The Whitey is indeed the Whitey, it is very cute. Just wait for me, I'll bring you to get to know it later." Emma Scott said happily.

A few minutes later, the little guy changed into a new princess dress with two ponytails and skipped down the stairs with a happy expression on his face.

Henry Wilson sat on the sofa and waited for the little guy. He was still trying to figure out who the Whitey she was talking about was.

Could it be that there are other children in Big Bro's villa?

Clarie Scott followed him downstairs and said to Emma Scott, "Sofia, will Mommy cook your noodles for you?"

"Okay, mommy, cook the noodles first, I will bring uncle to go see the Whitey." After Emma Scott finished, she ran in front of Henry Wilson and dragged one of his fingers away, "Uncle, quickly follow me."

Henry Wilson glanced at Clarie Scott, as if he was asking her with his eyes who the Whitey was.

However, Clarie Scott smiled and didn't answer, instead allowing him to discover the result himself.

Henry Wilson really couldn't bear to push away that little hand, so he could only follow the little guy outside.

The sun shone brightly as the little guy led him through the garden path, heading towards the lush green grassland behind them.

Henry Wilson's gaze fell on the little thing's figure. It was small, but light and nimble.

He couldn't help but laugh. Before, he had always felt that a child like her should be at an age where she didn't know anything.

"Uncle, look, do you see that? It's the Whitey and Little Black. Hurry, we're running over!"

The little guy pointed excitedly at the little pony which was leisurely eating the grass under the sun not far away, and loudly said to Henry Wilson.

Henry Wilson was petrified.

So the friends that the little guy mentioned were actually two pocket-sized ponies.

He had speculated for so long and finally found the answer. Yet, it was so embarrassing that he did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"Uncle, I want to ride a Whitey. Can you help me?" Emma Scott's petite face was full of pleading.

Henry Wilson looked at her expectant eyes. Naturally, he couldn't bear to refuse her small request. He could only smile and nod: "Alright then, let's go. Uncle will ride the pony with you!"

Hearing that her uncle had agreed to her request, Emma Scott instantly jumped up and ran even faster. She didn't look like a little patient at all.

After running up to the little black Whitey, Emma Scott immediately became eager to give it a try. "Uncle, hurry and carry me up, I'll ride for a little while."

Henry Wilson picked up Lil Thing. She was so light, just a little bit heavy.

Emma Scott's short legs were spread apart as she sat on the Whitey's back. She was laughing like a little fool.

"Giddy up! Giddy up!" Henry Wilson didn't dare to relax and continued to support her. He was afraid that Xiao Ma would be shocked and throw his head towards the sky, so Henry Wilson started to blame him.

Henry Wilson didn't expect the little guy to be so excited. After riding back and forth for more than half an hour, the two ponies kept changing shifts, which made him sweat profusely.

"Emma, are you tired? Let's go back. "

"Uncle, can we play a little longer? Please." Emma Scott immediately revealed her ability to act like a spoiled child.

Henry Wilson really couldn't do anything about her, so he had to play with her for another ten minutes. He felt like he couldn't even straighten his waist.

The little guy was too small, and he was almost 1.8 meters tall. After running dozens of times with her, he was completely exhausted.

When he carried Emma Scott back to the living room, he was so tired that he lost all his strength and lay down on the sofa.

Emma Scott was also so tired that she looked listless. Clarie Scott took a towel and wiped her sweat, then decided to give her some noodles.

Suddenly, she saw Henry Wilson, who was lying on the sofa, not wanting to move at all. Clarie Scott kindly asked him, "Hey, do you want some noodles?"

"Am I part of it?" Henry Wilson immediately sat up.

"I do. If you want to eat, then hurry over and eat."

Henry Wilson walked over slowly: "This guy is really full of energy. I'm tired from running, she hasn't played enough, she really starved me to death."

Clarie Scott knew that her daughter played for a long time, so not to mention Henry Wilson being tired, she would sometimes play with her for a day and she would be so tired that her legs would feel weak.