Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

How can the soldiers dare to say anything.

They clasped their fists and said, "Congratulations to see the Marquis."

Ye Siming took two steps, as if his footsteps were vain, as if his feet were unstable.

He looked at Gu Nuo'er holding a small pink fist and stood there angrily.

Ye Siming supported a chair beside him and raised his eyebrows, "Can't you come and help me?"

Gu Nuo'er pouted: "I did something wrong, and you called me for help, I really don't want to care about you."

Even so, she walked over.

Ye Siming immediately pushed away the two soldiers who were about to come over.

He put one arm on Gu Nuo'er's shoulder.

It seemed that the girl was supporting him, but in fact, Ye Siming didn't hold back any strength.

In order to avoid Gu Nuoer's involvement.

Even so, Gu Nuo'er felt a little bit struggling to support him.

After all, the stature difference is there.

Her face was ruddy, and her dark eyes were full of anger: "Go back and talk about you, hum!"

Ye Siming lowered his head and couldn't help but chuckle: "It's up to you, I'll listen to whatever you want to scold."

Seeing that they were leaving, Qin Song hurriedly helped pick the curtain.

The soldiers leaned together and watched the silhouette of the princess and the Marquis leaving, everyone's eyes filled with envy.

Taking advantage of the wine's strength and Ye Siming's absence, everyone sighed with emotion—

"When can I marry a beautiful wife and go home?"

"Yeah, when I think of going home, a gentle and lovely wife is waiting for me, and I'm willing to do anything!"

"It's better to have a big fat boy, and another girl, these days, don't be too proud!"

After a group of people finished speaking, they finally leaned together and sighed.

"Master Hou is about to live such a life."

Think about it with envy!

Qin Song over there helped send Ye Siming into the carriage.

After Gu Nuoer followed up, he said, "Brother Qin, you drive back to the White House."

Ye Siming originally leaned against the car wall with his eyes closed.

Hearing this, he suddenly opened a pair of cold, as if drunken eyes.

"Don't go back to Bai Mansion, go back to my house." After he finished speaking, he held Gu Nuo'er's hand.

"Your home?" Gu Nuoer's long eyelashes fluttered, slightly hesitant.

Ye Siming closed his eyes and said in a lazy tone, "Going back after drinking like this, Lao Bai must be long-winded, and he doesn't want to listen to his nonsense."

Gu Nuo'er couldn't help akimbo: "Even if Uncle Bai said you, it's right, who asked you to drink."

The girl couldn't help muttering: "Why do you have a whim, to drink like this with the soldiers in the school grounds, aren't you good at drinking?"

Ye Siming's thin lips pulled out a helpless smile.

"They've worked so hard, what's the harm if I choose to reward them tonight?"

"Although the amount of alcohol is good, it is too much."

Having said that, he closed his eyes, but he was able to reach out and grab Gu Nuoer directly, pulling her into his arms.

Ye Siming put his head against her neck.

"It's so presumptuous that they pour me out." When he said this, it was as if he was complaining to his wife, with grievances.

Gu Nuo'er snorted: "You want to drink it yourself, you blame them."

She blinked her eyes, still caring about Ye Siming's body.

"Brother Siming, are you dizzy?"

"Dizzy." Ye Siming's slender fingers pressed between his eyebrows: "Once this mortal wine is strong, it is actually so powerful."

Gu Nuo'er has the physique to pour after drinking a few glasses.

She nodded and said, "Of course, I'll be dizzy after a few sips."

Ye Siming listened to her serious answer, and his low laughter was even more hoarse and pleasant.

The thin breath he spit out gently brushed against Gu Nuo'er's white and tender neck.

"You're a baby, naturally you can't drink it." He joked.