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

Chapter 593 Why Didn't You Kiss Her To Wake Her Up?
Rong Yao didn't scold her tonight. He recalled the month when he lived with her when he was three years old. He told the stories that happened at that time, all kinds of funny and embarrassing things...

The little girl's handwriting is ugly, writing her and the little boy's name is like a group of demons dancing wildly; the little girl draws poorly, and her portraits of the little boy are simply abstract works; to spit out the ferocious Tibetan mastiff at the door; the little girl has a lot of tricks...

What he told was the real story that happened between her and him, but she really seemed to be listening to a story.She also said, that little girl is really leather, whoever spreads such a small green plum, who is unlucky...

Yes, whoever wins the stall is unlucky.

Before he finished speaking, she fell asleep without any response.

When she fell asleep, her finger accidentally touched the button, and the call ended.

He didn't call, didn't force her to answer, and didn't disturb her rest.He put her to sleep, and he had achieved his goal.

As for the storytelling, he was simply sharing memories, memories that one cherished alone.

"Whoever gets such a small green plum, who is unlucky..." Rong Yao smiled and hung up the phone.

Who is unlucky, he is the most unlucky.

Unlucky and lucky...

He knew that this little green plum could sleep since she was a child.

It's okay to fall asleep...

He still remembered that sleeping... interesting things happened when he slept.

One afternoon, a certain little green plum took a nap, and a certain little bamboo horse came to "revenge".Let her always bully him, and when the tiger takes a nap, he will let her know it's wrong...

He took out a tissue from the wooden box, rolled it up like a cigarette, and touched her little nose with the tip. Then, she felt itchy, sneezed several times in a row, rubbed her nose with her little hand, as if she was about to wake up.

She opened her eyes slightly, groaned twice, and fell asleep again in the same provocative nap position, as if unshakable...

He slept for four to ten minutes during his afternoon nap, and she almost slept for an hour. He couldn't let her continue to sleep, otherwise who would play with him?

So, he stopped the passing servant and cut off the "weapon" in his hand.

He came again and did the same thing again, only with a feather duster instead of paper towels.

Chicken feathers are fluffy and definitely more itchy than paper towels.The little face was itchy, she stretched out her little hand, scratched her face, and there were a few red marks, but she turned over, muttered in her mouth, and fell asleep again...

He was a little desperate, wanting to wake up a sleeping person, is it so difficult?
Wait, did she do it on purpose, is she pretending to sleep?
He was a little angry, and when he got closer to her, he wanted to whip her little butt with a chicken blanket, to see how long this little slob can sleep?
After getting close, he saw her slightly pouted little mouth, tender and delicate, murmuring indistinctly, and he didn't know what she was talking about.

In order to be able to hear her sleep clearly, maybe it was her little secret, in order to obtain information, he lay down on his body, his ears were almost close to her small mouth, he moved closer to her, and heard her clearly.

She was... telling a story?

In a daze, intermittently, what she told seemed to be a fairy tale, the "Sleeping Beauty"...

He listened patiently.

However, when she said the last sentence, he didn't understand it very well. The original book didn't seem to be written that way.

"Mom, mom...it's Sleeping Beauty...a kiss...dad...why didn't you wake her up with a kiss..."

Hearing this, he thought it was funny, it was a fairy tale, okay, silly or not, you little slob!

The way to wake people up, could it be... Kiss to wake them up?
He couldn't wake her up even after using paper towels and chicken feathers. Could a kiss be enough?
(End of this chapter)