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

Chapter 279
Rong Yao always remembered that when she came to the old house, she always couldn't do without tissues.Now he is asleep, dreaming back to the past...

The little boy looked at the sketches and convinced the little girl. Isn't she Ma Liang with the magic brush, and the paintings are all ghosts?

He just wanted a box of tissues, but she drew his face, the nostrils on the drawing were clean, and she didn't know that she had tapped two dots with a pencil, and the two thin dots turned out to be his face. It's the nostrils!
From drawing paper towels to human faces...there is no one who has a jump in thinking!

"Xiao Yaowan, this painting is for you, remember to collect it." Unexpectedly, she has a long face!

Do you have the nerve to ask him to collect this kind of painting?
The little boy was unwilling, and when she stuffed the drawing into his hand, his nose was about to flow out. He really wanted to use this waste painting to wipe his nose, and throw it into the trash can after use!
However, the moment he touched the drawing, he discovered a serious problem. This piece of waste paper was not even good enough to wipe his nose!
His drawings are of good quality, suitable for drawing, but not suitable for wiping noses, they are too rough and hard!
So, the painting survived and went into the bedside drawer.

He never thought that he had collected this collection for 15 years.

However, before putting it in the drawer, there is a little episode.The little boy was reluctant to hold it in his hand, but the little girl snatched it back: "Wait, I'll sign it. Mom said, after you finish the painting, remember to write your name. If you have a seal, you should also stamp it."

The little boy was amazed, she still knew a lot of things, but she had just served the table, didn't she take herself too much as a dish?

Is she sure she is talking about herself, such a small amateur graffiti painter, and not a big painter who holds an art exhibition?
When she signed it, he said bluntly: "Your handwriting is so ugly."

She drew him so ugly, and even wrote his name so ugly?

He is also a three-year-old child, but he has practiced calligraphy. Even if he has not practiced for a long time and cannot write beautiful block letters, at least he can recognize his own name.

But her words...

"Your name is Mumu...what?" The little boy looked at her handwriting, if he hadn't seen her handwriting, he would have thought it was chicken feet!
"My name is Lin Wu, you can't read?" Unexpectedly, she was right!

"Eh..." The little boy's face was dark, what else could he say.

"You can't recognize your own face, and you can't recognize my name, you are so stupid!" She blinked her long eyelashes, and she still dared to dislike him in her eyes.

The little boy didn't show weakness, and stared back at her. He couldn't recognize his face in her painting, nor could he recognize her name in her pen.These are all not his problems: "The word is so ugly, and 'Lin' is so fat, how do I recognize it? Also, is there a word 'Wu' in the back? If so, it's just a pile of wood dancing with demons, it's better to set it on fire clean!"

The servant came over with tissues and found that the young master had lost his temper. He was a little bit worried, but also a little surprised.

The young master has always been quiet and rarely talks to others. He even thought he had autism, but the doctor said no.Today, he actually got into a fight with others, and said so many things in one breath?

"You...why are you fierce?" After all, he was still a child, and Xiao Mumu wanted to hold back his tears, but couldn't help it, and burst into tears with a "wow"!
The servant hurried forward, and the tissue was delivered in time, wiping one's nose and another's tears.

Then, he sat on the sofa with her, still staring at each other, and used tissues together again, using a lot of tissues...

(End of this chapter)