Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

When they saw Gu Nuoer sitting on the swing, they were immediately angry.

"Our swing! Who allowed you to sit!"

The four children ran over and jumped around Gu Nuoer angrily.

One of the slightly fatter boys stretched out his hand and grabbed the reins.

Gu Nuoer stopped suddenly.

Ye Siming immediately frowned, and a deep black coldness appeared in his long eyes.

The little boy pointed at Gu Nuoer and said, "Get down! This is our swing."

Gu Nuo'er would never have robbed children.

But this little child, pointing at her nose and talking, is really rude!

The girl grabbed the reins and faced the four aggressive baby girls. She refused to admit defeat and said, "When I came here, no one was playing on the swing, why can't I play for a while?"

"Now we're going to play, you have to give it to us," said the little boy.

Gu Nuoer pouted: "But I also want to play, and I came first. If you want to play, just wait."

She had to make these children learn to behave well!

When several children heard it, they were immediately unhappy.

"If you don't come down, I'll tell my mother!"

"My father made this swing for us to play with. Why do you rob us of something?"

"That's right, you're still an adult, you're not ashamed to grab a swing with a child!"

Their childish voices are high, you say every word to me, and Gu Nuoer's ears hurt because of the noise.

Before waiting for the girl to speak, suddenly, the chubby little boy was lifted by the collar.

The boy lifted his entire body off the ground.

"Who! Who dares to catch me!" He fluttered his hands and feet and looked back, Ye Siming's eyes were frighteningly cold.

"Who are you?! Let me go!" the little boy struggled.

Ye Siming threw him in the air.

Gu Nuo'er was so frightened that her beautiful eyes widened.

Several children screamed and covered their eyes.

"Big fat is going to fall to his death!" they wailed.

However, the little boy kept screaming, and when he fell, he was caught by Ye Siming again and held in his hand.

The boy named Big Fat was still in shock, gasping for breath with a pale face.

Ye Siming sneered: "If I bully her again, I will treat you like a ball and throw it around, believe it or not?"

The fat man cried loudly: "Father, mother, someone beat me!"

The rest of the children wanted to tip off.

Ye Siming turned his eyes and said coldly, "Whoever dares to go, he will be the next to throw."

The children couldn't help being frightened, and stood in place, shrugging their necks, shivering like a quail.

Gu Nuoer couldn't help but said softly, "Brother Siming, forget it, they are still young and ignorant."

"If they are not sensible, they should be taught to be sensible. I am lucky to meet us this time. The next time I meet someone else, if they are equally unreasonable, they will suffer."

Ye Siming said coldly.

After he finished speaking, he put the little boy down.

"Stand up!" Ye Siming scolded, actually showing the sharpness of the training.

The fat man straightened his body in a hurry, his nose and tears flowing, and he didn't dare to wipe it.

Ye Siming crouched down, glanced sideways at Gu Nuo'er, and then at Big Fatty.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

The fat man nodded again and again and choked: "I know I'm wrong, I shouldn't scold this sister."

Ye Siming's eyes softened a lot.

"If you don't want others to sit on your swing, take it apart and tie one in your own home."

"Since it is placed outside, there is nothing wrong for passers-by who want to play."

Ye Siming said, his long eyebrows raised slightly: "The important thing is that this sister is also my little friend. If you talk about her, I will be very unhappy."