Quick Wear: Boss, she won again by doing nothing

Chapter 762 Your Highness, It’s Time for You to Take Your Medicine (104)

"How can I sleep with an earthquake like this?" Xing Yan leaned lazily against the wall like a puddle of mud, his head tilted to one side of the wall, his eyes still filled with a sense of confusion that had not yet completely dissipated like morning mist.

If she hadn't struggled to get up, she wouldn't have known that he still hated his son so much in this world.

What deep hatred do they have?

Why do we feel like enemies when we meet and are full of jealousy?

Kwins changed his nonchalant look just now, his thin lips puffed up slightly, like a wronged child, with a trace of pity and resentment in his eyes, and his voice was full of resentment like a nagging woman.

"When you and I were..., I worked so hard, didn't you fall asleep several times?"

Xing Rong was struck by lightning when he heard this, and instantly woke up. He turned around in disbelief to look at his angry face, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

His ability to make up stories is unique no matter in which world!

Fell asleep?

She obviously couldn't stand the roller coaster-like bumps and fainted because she was too tired after riding for too long! !

She really didn't want to waste time talking to him. The earthquake occurred not long after she finished exercising and she hadn't slept for long. When she heard them discussing Mingxi, she lost all desire to sleep.

Mingxi was brought over very quickly. When Kwins went to open the door, the person came in like grease, said nothing, quickly stuffed Mingxi into his arms and left as fast as lightning, in less than 2 seconds.

It was as if there was some ferocious beast chasing him from behind, and he was afraid of being caught up by the thing behind him.

Mingxi cried like a pig being slaughtered in Kwens' arms, waving her short legs and little hands in protest.

But as soon as Xing Rong took him into his arms, Ming Xi stopped crying immediately like a Sichuan opera face-changing, blinked her light purple eyes that were as tearful as purple grapes, and started dancing with her hands and feet laughing.

Xing Rong was somewhat speechless as he looked at the little guy who looked like two completely different people now and then. He really didn't know how dissatisfied he was with his father.

When this little guy was just born, everyone in the slum loved him so much that they all wanted to hold him and said they wanted to steal him home to raise him.

Xing Rong didn't dote on him much, and usually let him develop freely, like a free-range lamb, and would only appear when he needed her.

However, the good times did not last long, and he became a little devil that everyone avoided.

Every time he left Xingrong for more than two hours, he would cry loudly like a flood, and no one could comfort him.

But as soon as he was in Xing Rong's arms, he would immediately laugh like a blooming spring flower.

Therefore, every time those people saw Mingxi and wanted to hug him, they would first ask how much time was left before two hours.

In fact, the people in the slums have simple minds, like blank sheets of paper. They don’t know what the outside world is like, nor do they understand why the eldest prince of the royal family is here, and they don’t know why there are troops guarding the border.

All they knew was that ever since Xing Rong brought Ander here, there had been no more human trafficking, no more sudden home robberies, and no more family members suddenly becoming corpses the next day.

They are content as long as they have enough food, warm clothes and a good night's sleep.

Even if an earthquake came, they had nothing to fear, because if it weren't for Xing Rong and Ande, they would have starved to death or been brutally murdered in some unknown corner.

In contrast, everyone outside the slums does not think so.

All kinds of creatures from Planet Z invaded like a tide, and people complained bitterly. Both commoners and rich nobles were overwhelmed by varying degrees of troubles.

Huntley once suggested that as long as the nobles who had demanded that Xing Rong and his friend never leave the slums publicly apologized to them, he could naturally invite them out to resolve the problem.

However, no one agreed.

After all, who would willingly bow down to a lowly person from the slums if the impact on them was minimal?