Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuoer stayed until the evening, watched Xie Yinxiang eat, and then left after falling asleep.

Before leaving, Mr. Xie, who was on duty to return to the mansion, thanked her for her.

With Gu Nuo'er's persuasion, Xie Yinxiang really felt much better, and was finally willing to eat.

Lord Xie sent Gu Nuoer Gong to the carriage.

The little girl lifted the curtain and warned, "Uncle Xie, don't disturb Sister Yinxiang's mood these few days. I'll visit again in a few days."

Lord Xie, the secretary of Dali Temple, hurriedly bowed his hands: "Thank you, Her Royal Highness, for being sympathetic to the little girl."

Gu Nuo'er put down the curtain and left in a carriage.

At this time, the lanterns were just on, and the moonlight hung high.

She leaned against the car bi and listened to the busy traffic on the street outside, and suddenly felt empty.

If Ye Siming was by her side, she would definitely ask her if she wanted something to eat at this time.

Probably thinking of eating, the little girl's stomach made a "grunt" to save face.

She covered her lower abdomen, thinking that she had just patronized to persuade Xie Yinxiang to eat, but she hadn't eaten anything yet.

The more I think about it, the more I miss Ye Siming.

Gu Nuo'er lay down in the carriage, her pink lips pursed.

"Ugh... If only Brother Siming was here."

At this moment, a low and pleasant call suddenly came from the void in my mind——

"Gu Nuo'er?"

Hearing his voice, Gu Nuoer abruptly sat up from the carriage.

She blinked her long eyelashes, and her large water eyes were filled with joy.

"Brother Siming, is that you?"

Ye Siming's smiling voice sounded again: "Otherwise who else could it be."

Gu Nuo'er felt the red rope on her wrist, which was warm.

She smiled sweetly: "Xiaolu is really amazing, and it really conveyed our thoughts. However, Brother Siming didn't just set off, why did you contact me now?"

Ye Siming said: "The army was resting by the river. We just left Gyeonggi, and I saw the moonlight and suddenly thought of you."

Gu Nuo'er pursed her pink lips into a sweet smile, and her eyes were sparkling.

She was about to speak when her stomach made another "grunt".

"What's going on?" Ye Siming asked over there.

Gu Nuo'er licked her lips awkwardly: "I... I'm hungry."

Ye Simingben stood by the river, looking at the sparkling water. Hearing these words, the boy's long brows suddenly wrinkled.

At this time, she should have eaten, and it is almost time to steal the cakes.

"Why don't you eat." Ye Siming's tone was a little displeased.

Gu Nuo'er puffed her cheeks and said pitifully, "I just came out from Sister Yinxiang's house, and she refused to eat. I coaxed her and forgot to eat it myself."

Ye Siming snorted and looked at Jiang Xiaoran who was sitting on a pile of rocks not far away in a daze.

"Jiang Xiaoran is half dead now."

Gu Nuo'er's excited voice came from there, Ye Siming closed her eyes and could describe the outline of her eyes.

"It doesn't matter, I'll go back to the palace soon, and I'll have some food then."

Ye Siming chuckled lightly, seemingly helpless.

He asked, "Which carriage are you riding in today, purple kesi or blue kesi?"

"purple."

"Open the hidden compartment under the table behind you. There is a box inside. I bought you candied fruit two days ago and put it in it."

Gu Nuoer's eyes widened and she quickly followed suit.

Sure enough, in the dark compartment, in a delicate red box, the dried meat and preserved fruit were neatly placed in the oiled paper bag!

"Hurry up and eat." The disobedient little thing.

Listening to Gu Nuo'er eating happily, she coquettishly said, "Brother Siming is the best!"

When she is hungry, even if he is not there, he can solve it for her!

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows, and the sparkling water reflected the black eyebrows of the young man, lining him with a slender figure and extraordinary spirit.

He said in a low, hoarse voice with a smile: "You just know I'm okay?"

"Mmmm!" Gu Nuoer's cheeks were bulging.

Jerky is her favorite one. It's neither firewood nor hard, just right for her little white teeth!

Ye Siming seemed to be able to see the small appearance of her squinting eyes.

The boy's lips curled into a gentle and indulgent arc.

"Gu Nuo'er," he paused, "I miss you so much."