Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

After all, the woman nodded: "Okay, but the adults have to do the math and help me find my benefactor."

Master Feng nodded: "Naturally."

The maids let go of Mrs. Feng, who immediately rushed towards the woman and held her tightly in their arms.

"Yu'er, my Yu'er!" Madam Feng hugged Ruoxin, crying heartily.

This time, the woman didn't struggle any more, she was just a little helpless.

...

Four days later.

In early summer, the sky is as clear as a mirror.

Five fast horses galloped through the mountains and forests.

Natu's happy laughter could be heard from time to time.

"Sister Yaoguang, let's hurry up and leave them all behind."

Natu, a jujube horse, took the lead.

Ming Qi rode his horse and followed him, followed by the brown horse of the Twelfth Prince Gu Ziyan.

Gu Nuo'er was in fourth place and was not fast.

She can ride a horse, just like riding a horse. In order to protect her, Ye Siming is always in the last place.

Gu Nuo'er raised her voice and shouted, "Sister Natu, let's find a place to rest!"

She has never driven a horse with such a high intensity, and she would only feel that her **** was going to be smashed into eight petals!

Natu found a small stream with beautiful scenery.

Several people dismounted, only Gu Nuoer was carried down by Ye Siming.

Gu Nuoer hissed and breathed in a low voice.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and asked with a low smile, "Does it hurt? I'll let you ride with me, but you don't want to."

Gu Nuoer pouted, her eyes full of grievances.

"It doesn't hurt, it's just numb."

Ye Siming laughed lightly.

Natu let the horse go to graze, and in a blink of an eye, she saw green fruit on a tree not far away.

"You wait for me here, and I'll pick some fruit for you to eat!" After that, she left neatly.

The Twelve Princes have always been dull and taciturn.

He led everyone's horses and pulled them to the stream to drink water.

Ming Qi calmly walked in front of Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer.

He squinted his eyes and looked away, but his tone was a bit gritted.

"You two want me to be discovered by others, aren't you?"

Gu Nuo'er blinked her long eyelashes, her expression very innocent.

She said, "Sister Natu invited us to ride the horses together today."

Ming Qi looked back at the twelve princes in the distance.

He whispered: "Then why did you call Gu Ziyan here! He might recognize me!"

Ye Siming sneered: "It's not a shameful identity, so what if you recognize him? He's your brother."

Ming Qi's eyes darkened: "It's better for him to think I'm dead. I don't want to involve anyone else in these matters."

On Gu Nuo'er's beautiful face, there was a touch of emotion.

"But have you ever thought that if you really fake death and leave without saying goodbye, this may be the last time you and Twelfth Brother meet."

"He regards you as his only childhood friend. I called my Twelfth Brother, and I also wanted to reunite him with you to some extent."

"Do you know that he has been looking for your news for so many years."

The girl's tone was crisp, like a ding dong from a snowy spring.

"Brother Thirteen, in those years when everyone thought you were dead, there was brother Twelve, who always missed you."

"Because of love and reason, he should be here, right?"

Ming Qi's eyes were dark, he looked at Gu Nuo'er, speechless for a long time.

After a while, he turned around: "Don't do this next time."

Gu Nuo'er watched Ming Qi walk to the side of the Twelfth Prince, the atmosphere was a little awkward, but both of them tried hard to find a topic.

After a while, they chatted without a word.

Gu Nuo'er just laughed and said to Ye Siming, "Dude brother."