Chapter 1092

The minister thought that their king loved face and didn't want his children to lose to other cubs, so he forced his highness to speak and call his father.

If this idea is heard by the attendants around Yehe, I'm afraid the corners of his mouth will be unable to help pumping.

He knows too well why they don't have face. He's just simple and very boring. He wants to hear his highness call his father.

Moreover, your highness is always lying on the table, with a silly, round face and a particularly deceptive appearance. People can't help bullying her when they see it.

In the past few days, the Chamberlain has seen it ten times. They have the poor look of tearful eyes made by the general and his highness. Today, they are even more serious.

After the ministers retired, the young king grabbed the little guy who was still watching, waiting for the chickens to pass by, and then caught them.

On the little girl's ignorant and clear eyes, the man opened his mouth: "call dad."

The little girl couldn't understand. She bowed her head and played with her feet.

Attendant: "

Yehe frowned, "call or not."

The little girl played selflessly and didn't even give her father a look. She didn't understand what he was talking about.

So Yehe pinched her fat little face again.

Now she pinched the little guy and forgot to play with her feet. The little girl looked up at him and pointed to the chicken swaggering in the hall not far away: "ah."

The man slightly raised the eyebrow tip on one side. The next moment, a furry chicken appeared on his big hand. The little girl's eyes brightened, and the little hand held his arm. "Ah ah" was more energetic.

"Call dad,"

The night light glanced at her, "or I'll strangle it."

The chick was born in the spiritual realm with abundant aura, and stayed there for quite a few days, which fully absorbed the essence of the sun and moon.

Although he could not speak now, he was barely able to understand people's words. As soon as his words fell at night, he was frightened and made several sharp and frightened chicken crows.

However, before calling a few times, all the noisy voices were blocked by a forbidden word in the night.

The little yellow chicken can't cry out. It can only flutter its wings. The dark eyes big as mung beans look at the little girl and want her to save it quickly!

Or it'll be strangled!

The little girl thought the chicken was playing games with her.

Clapping his little hand, giggling, his bright red and moist mouth opened, revealing a little white and tender glutinous rice teeth that had grown out of the eggshell.

It looks lovely.

And a little stupid.

Chicken: "

This is probably the most desperate moment of his chicken life.

From the observation these days, it's easier to call him Dad than this man!

"Shout."

Yehe took the chicken and walked around slowly in front of the little girl, "call dad, and I'll give you the chicken."

The little girl thought her father was going to give her the chicken. Suddenly her eyes brightened. She stretched out her little hand and wanted to catch the chicken, but she caught it empty.

Yehe lowered his eyes and repeated patiently, "call dad."

The little girl looked at the chicken a little far away from her, and her little face was worried: "ah."

"Call dad," Yehe said.

"Ah ah."

Seeing this, the attendant couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, I'm afraid I didn't understand you at all."

He glanced at him, didn't say much, then lowered his eyes and stared at the little girl: "read to me, Dad."

The little girl tilted her head.

"Can't read it?" Yehe wrinkled his handsome and narrow eyebrows, pinched her small face and opened her thin lips: "stupid."

Now the little girl understood and puffed her face angrily.

Yehe raised his eyebrows and "tut" and pinched her again: "why, if you scold you, you can understand immediately. If you call your father, you will only pretend to be stupid for me, won't you?"

The little girl still couldn't understand, but when she saw her father slapping her in the face again, she turned stuffy and pointed her ass at him.

In this way, her face was saved, but her fart was pinched.

Little girl: "

Yehe frowned and stared thoughtfully at his fingers: "how can the baby's fart be as fat as his face."

The Chamberlain said, "Sir, these cubs are basically like this. When they grow up, they will be fine."

But it feels OK.

Soft.

Yehe couldn't help it, but he pinched it again. He was always cold and indifferent. He was a little disgusted: "he was full of meat, fat and didn't know who he was like."

Attendant: "

The little girl turned back angrily, clenched her little fist and shouted, "ah ah ah."

Dad, don't fart me. Stock!

Yehe picked his eyebrow: "why, you're not convinced that you're fat?"

Little girl: "ah ah ah."

Dad, if you hit people again, they will be angry!

Yehe said "tut" and thought that the cubs were really troublesome. He said, "didn't you hear that the cubs are like this? Why are you so excited? After a few years, you won't be fat when you grow up."

Little girl: "ah ah ah."

It's terrible to be angry!

Yehe raised his big hand and rubbed the little girl's head. His face, which had never had any emotional ups and downs, showed a little rare, even some strange relief.

He said faintly, "well, if only you could understand."

Attendant: "

The Chamberlain looked at their frightening king, and then looked at his little highness who didn't know what "ah" was. He always felt that the father and daughter didn't seem to be on the same channel.

Chicken and Duck Talk, but so.

However, when it comes to chickens, the waiter looked and saw that there was no chicken on the desk. His heart jumped.

He hurried to the whole palace to find his highness.

Fortunately, it was not long before the little yellow chicken ran far. The waiter went over and caught the little yellow chicken who was trying to sneak out and caught it back.

I don't know where it was, the little girl on the desk happily stretched out two small hands to him. To be exact, she stretched out her hand to the little yellow chicken in his hand:

"Ah ah."

"Ah, what."

Yehe flicked her forehead with his fingers and glanced at her: "call dad."

Little girl: "ah."

Night Chen's eyes indicated that the waiter took the chicken back a few steps and began to teach: "Dad."

Little girl: "ah."

Yehe: "Dad."

Little girl: "ah."

Yehe: "Dad."

The little girl sat on the table with her head up and studied very seriously: "ah."

Attendant: "

Seems to feel some kind of overwhelming and extremely dangerous low pressure.

The waiter took the chicken and stepped back silently.

The little yellow chicken, who was still fluttering his wings and struggling desperately in his hands before, said "you trickster, let me go", was completely quiet as a chicken.

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