The king is rich and young: My apprentice has been pitted again!

Chapter 278 Small Pill and Small Wood

What are the three of them going to do?
Playing threats at night is not fun at all!
Lin Wu wanted to ask, but Rong Yao went offline, leaving two words: Good night.

She had no choice but to say good night and fell asleep.

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Great Northwest, desolate night.

The north wind blows the ground and the grass breaks, and the snow covers the ground several feet thick.On this windy night, the quilts were all cold and hard, unlike the soft big bed at home, but Rong Yao didn't toss and turn, the corners of his mouth curled up and he closed his eyes, falling asleep in a satisfied posture.

Tonight, Rong Yao chatted with his little scumbag, the author of the little hot chicken doesn't need a gold medal editor, it was a waste of all his efforts to let that editor guide her and find the best writing platform for her.

Because he hoped that he could be a help in her dream path.

However, she didn't give him a chance, this road was not easy to walk, but she insisted on breaking it by herself.

Now, he understands that she can handle this matter well, and she doesn't need to worry about it.He should choose to believe that she can dominate his life, and he himself lives in her life with another attitude, that is, living in the book.

This kind of thought, not just a day or two, had sprouted in his heart long ago.

Thinking of his childhood, little wood appeared in his mind.

At that time, she liked to draw, and said in a pretentious manner: "Let me tell you a secret, I am the magic pen Ma Liang, if you want a magic horse, I can draw it for you!"

He has the toys that other people's children have, and he also has the toys that other people's children don't have, so it is difficult for him to figure out what he wants.

Looking at the paper towels on the table, the servant didn't change them for a while, so he pointed, "I want paper towels."

A few minutes later, her result came out, and she showed it to him with great interest, but what was she drawing?
What he wants is a box of tissues, why is she drawing a human face?
And it's so... ugly?

"This is a small pill, don't you recognize it?" She stood up the piece of paper and placed it in front of him, comparing his handsome facial features, no matter how you looked at it, it was right, they matched one by one.

Small pill?Who is this?

"Who is Little Pill?" He shouldn't have believed her, he had better ask the servant to bring tissues, otherwise, the snot would flow out.

At that time, he was still young, but he liked to talk about hygiene, knew table manners, and knew how to be polite in front of others. He still needed a little image in front of girls.

So, the tissues haven't arrived yet, and the snot is not allowed!
Hold back, he wants to hold back, slightly raised his head.In this way, he seemed to be pushing his nose and face at her a little bit.

"Unconvinced? It's just you!" She tilted her little head, and her half flushed little face appeared behind the drawing, "Isn't your name Rong Yao? I don't call you Little Pill, so maybe I call you Little Pesticide?"

It's fine to call it a small pill, but she still thinks it's a small pesticide?
Who gave her the courage to call him such a nickname?
In this old house, only Grandpa calls him Xiao Yao, and everyone else calls him Young Master.

After finishing speaking, she turned the drawing around and placed it right in front of him, making him look like a mirror.

However, what he took was probably a deformed distorting mirror. Xiaojun's face darkened suddenly, and he asked, "Didn't I ask you to draw a tissue?"

"Yeah, drawing tissues...but, when I thought about it, why draw tissues...I don't have tears anymore, and you still have slugs, so I'll draw you...Look, on this painting, your nostrils are here, It's clean..." She spoke clearly, pointing with a pencil in her little hand, explaining to her drawing, like a little painter.

Nothing but amateurs.

(End of this chapter)