Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Ye Siming immediately frowned when he saw her grievance.

There was a lot of shame in his heart.

"I don't know, I misunderstood you, sorry." He whispered.

The boy's dark eyes swayed, looking at Gu Nuo'er nervously.

But the little guy was obviously getting more and more aggrieved.

Tears welled up in her big, crystalline eyes.

She pursed her lips and puffed out her little pink face, looking pitiful.

"I believe that Brother Siming will not bury the talent of Broken Sword, so I gave it to you."

"I didn't expect Brother Siming just because of this matter, no! Give! Me! Hold! Hand!"

Gu Nuo'er's petite figure burst out with great grievances.

Little feet stomped on the ground one after another.

The water-blue skirt shook out waves like water lines due to her angry movements.

Two small pink fists squeaked.

Ye Siming leaned over and wanted to coax her first.

"I misunderstood, I don't know about you..." Halfway through his words, Gu Nuo'er suddenly jumped up.

The little hand grabbed the hilt of the broken sword: "I won't give it to you, I want to get it back!"

Ye Siming's eyes suddenly became cold, and his expression was stained with frost and snow.

He immediately held Gu Nuo'er's wrist: "No."

The boy's voice was hoarse: "Yenuo is a treasure I cherish. It's already mine, so I can't take it away."

Gu Nuo'er looked at him with tearful eyes, and her face was full of grievances and stubbornness.

She sobbed angrily and said, "I just won't give it to you, come back."

Although the little guy wanted to grab it, how could he defeat Ye Siming's strength?

Ye Siming grabbed it in his hands and didn't want her to take it away, but he was afraid that she would get hurt.

"Yenuo's sword is sharp, be careful to hurt your hands." Ye Siming frowned.

Gu Nuo'er said aggrievedly: "If it hurts, it will hurt. Anyway, brother Siming won't hold me, hum!"

Ye Siming's thin lips pursed tightly: "Can I coax you, don't be angry."

Teenagers have never been so restless.

He said in a low voice, "Gu Nuo'er, either you punch me to vent your anger, okay?"

Gu Nuo'er withdrew her hand and crossed her waist. Shui Lingling's eyes shone even more with tears.

She stubbornly hummed: "Just fight, brother Siming, don't cry out, my little fist didn't grow up on a vegetarian diet!"

The little guy raised his hand as big as a milk bag: "I grew up eating meat!"

Ye Siming couldn't help but want to chuckle.

But he was afraid that he would irritate the little things even more after laughing, so he deliberately pursed his thin lips and tightened his jaw line.

He bent down, his narrow eyes filled with connivance that he didn't even notice: "Where do you want to fight?"

The boy's voice is unique and pleasant to the ear.

Gu Nuo'er thought for a while, and threw a fist on his shoulder.

Painless strength.

Ye Siming felt nothing.

I just couldn't help but care about her: "There are bones in the shoulders, so be careful with the pain in your hands."

Gu Nuo'er felt the same way.

Although Ye Siming couldn't feel the pain, her hand was too soft.

The blow that hit him on the shoulder just now seemed to hit an iron wall.

The little guy is very strong, he doesn't say a word, but he has more tears.

She said distressedly: "Well, it's not appropriate to slap the face, brother Siming is so beautiful..."

Ye Siming frowned.

pretty?

Gu Nuo'er's eyes moved to Ye Siming's stomach.

The belly is soft and should not hurt.

The little guy thought so, and swung another milk fist.

However, the juvenile's figure is strong, and the psoas muscles are strong and thin.

Even if he hit it, he didn't feel it.

Gu Nuo'er felt her fingertips numb.

She shook her little hand: "Damn, it won't hurt you at all, I won't play!"

However, when Gu Nuo'er raised her head, she saw Ye Siming's expression was wrong.