Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Ling Qingge covered her swollen cheeks, her eyes drooping with gloom.

Yun Linzhou walked past her and couldn't help but stop.

He looked calm and said, "According to our blood relationship, I should call you fourth sister."

"Although I never want to meddle in my own business, it doesn't matter what you do, but now in the palace, we are grasshoppers on the same boat as the queen mother."

"So, I kindly remind you that the person you brought in from outside the palace is not just a wealthy businessman."

"If you want to know who he is, ask him yourself."

After all, Yun Linzhou left calmly.

Ling Qingge stared blankly, with doubts in her eyes.

After they all left, Lang Sheng came to her side, and immediately took out his handkerchief.

"Wipe it first, does it hurt?" His voice was as beautiful as a clear spring hitting a stone.

Ling Qingge turned her eyes and looked at Liang Sheng who was close at hand.

There was still a lingering scent on him.

Those blue eyes are extremely cold and dazzling, even if they don't smile, they still feel a touch of warmth.

However, Ling Qingge suddenly felt a little confused.

Is Liansheng really as simple as he describes it?

How could an ordinary businessman have such a precise hidden weapon technique.

Ling Qingge thought again that every time he talked about entering the palace, Lang Sheng would show extraordinary interest.

Langsheng thought she was beaten by the queen, and was stunned.

So, she thoughtfully wiped the blood from her with a handkerchief.

But Ling Qingge suddenly asked: "Liansheng, are you really a businessman from the Western Regions, are you... hiding something from me?"

Ling Sheng's hand suddenly stopped.

…

On the other side, on the palace road, the sun is shining.

Ye Siming carried Gu Nuoer on his back and was walking towards Qinghe Hall with his long legs.

The little guy had just pestered him for a while before he managed to climb onto his back.

She was coquettish and cheating, and she had to let him carry her on her back.

At this moment, Gu Nuoer's small chin rested on Ye Siming's shoulder.

When she approached, the sweet fragrance came from her body, and Ye Siming's fingertips tugged her two calves slightly.

Gu Nuo'er's long eyelashes fluttered, and she obediently looked at Ye Siming.

Don't say anything, just look at him.

On the contrary, Ye Siming felt a little uncomfortable.

He pretended to be indifferent and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Gu Nuo'er smiled and said, "I'm thinking, why is Brother Siming mad at me?"

Ye Siming was stunned for a while, and the pair of lacquer cold eyes under his long eyebrows revealed a touch of deepness.

His thin lips parted lightly: "Not angry."

Gu Nuo'er put two small hands around his neck to prevent herself from sliding down.

Hearing what Ye Siming said, she raised her pink fingertips and poked Ye Siming's cheek.

"A liar wolf is a bad wolf. You are obviously angry because you won't let me hold your hand!"

The haze in Ye Siming's heart was mostly dispelled by her words.

The young man couldn't help but sneer and raised his eyebrows: "Is this just angry?"

Gu Nuoer nodded again and again.

She put her small face against Ye Siming's neck, and the boy was scratched by her fluffy hair and gave a low smile.

"Gu Nuo'er, stop making trouble."

The little guy persevered and rubbed his face against his neck.

This made Ye Siming's heart feel as if there were fireworks rising from the ground, and it exploded suddenly.

At the same time, it also lit up his dark, dark eyes.

She, rub him?

Gu Nuo'er's soft voice came: "Brother Siming, aren't we the closest people? Why don't you tell me the reason when you are angry."

"If you do this, I will not be with you."