Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuo'er blinked her long eyelashes, her moist eyes filled with puzzlement.

Is it because Brother Siming is in a bad mood and doesn't want to play with her now?

The little guy thought for a moment in embarrassment, and a layer of grievance lingered in the pearl water eyes.

She said softly, "Brother Siming, why don't you and Brother Lingping go there to play first?"

Ye Siming frowned quietly.

His thin black eyes stared at the little guy.

She doesn't want him to stay by her side now?

Under the brilliance, her skin was snow-white, and the breeze blew by, raising her lake-blue dress, making her figure more elegant.

The little thing looked innocent and pitiful.

Even, there is a trace of caution and temptation hidden in the dark eyes.

She didn't know what happened to Ye Siming.

Only to see that he was not happy.

I don't want to hold hands with myself.

Ye Siming wanted to catch her now and asked her if it was something Yun Linzhou didn't want before he thought of giving it to him.

But the only reason he had left was telling him—

Don't do it.

Gu Nuoer will be sad, disappointed, and disliked.

The boy's brows and eyes showed a cold light, as if a bunch of vigorous flames had been extinguished, leaving only wisps of ashes.

He looked unpredictable, raised his jaw slightly, and replied, "Okay."

After all, Ye Siming walked straight to the side.

Gu Nuoer asked him to leave, and he obeyed.

Ling Ping felt that there seemed to be some emotion between the two.

He froze in place, looking at Gu Nuoer for a while, and Ye Siming for a while.

Until Ye Siming looked back, thin lips opened: "You still haven't kept up?"

Ling Ping saw the coldness in his eyes, so he hurriedly walked over.

When passing by Gu Nuo'er, Ling Ping said apologetically, "I don't know what happened to eldest brother, but sister Nuo'er, don't worry."

"I'll take him for a walk and relax, maybe it will be fine in a while."

Gu Nuo'er nodded obediently and said softly: "Brother Lingping, my brother Siming will take care of you first."

The little guy watched Ye Siming and Ling Ping walk away.

The sweet smile on her face, which was reluctantly piled up, faded at this moment.

There was a mist-like grievance in his black eyes.

She walked to the other side listlessly, walking on her own feet and drooping her little head.

Why is Brother Siming suddenly unhappy?

She scratched her little nose and couldn't figure it out.

In the end, he sat down in distress on a large flat rock by the lake.

Although Ye Siming left Gu Nuo'er, even if he was far away, he couldn't help but move his eyes to find that little figure.

He couldn't worry.

When I saw that little figure, sitting alone on a big rock, dangling my little feet and hanging my little head.

Ye Siming seemed to have a violent beast in his heart, about to break through the shackles.

He should go to Gu Nuo'er to find out.

Or don't ask, at least she shouldn't be left there alone.

"You're the Marquis of Yongye, right? Come, let's meet for the first time, please drink tea." A group of young men beside Ling Ping held up tea cups and handed them to Ye Siming.

Among them, a snicker flashed in someone's eyes.

Can the world-renowned No. 1 expert in the Daqi country discover the clues in the tea?

Ling Ping noticed their malicious eyes, and immediately frowned: "What are you trying to do!"

After all, he directly reached out to stop the teacup.

However, Ye Siming subconsciously caught the tea.

He focused on Gu Nuoer with all his eyes.

Suddenly, Ye Siming's slender palm exerted a little force under the eyes of everyone.

Only a few crackling sounds are heard!

The teacup was crushed by his bare hands.