Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuoer's black eyelashes are long and thick, and her eyes are calm and dignified.

"The records say that this kind of white lump will cause people who have touched and touched it at close range to contract diseases that are not easy to cure."

"After waiting for a long time, I don't need to say the consequences."

Gu Nuo'er said slowly: "The book says that this kind of white lump is called 'meat saliva'."

Lord Feng frowned in disgust: "Why does she have such a thing!"

Gu Nuo'er smiled plainly, like a hibiscus with dew, beautiful and hazy.

"Before Uncle Feng adopted her, why didn't he take some time to investigate her life?"

"Before Feng Ruoxin came to the capital, he was sold by his biological parents to an elderly family as his wife, and he was happy."

"But on the second day after the marriage, the old man died, and she was recognized as a nemesis and kicked out of the door."

"I think this piece of meat saliva was obtained at that time."

Gu Nuo'er didn't spend much energy to investigate Feng Ruoxin's past, it was all revealed by Feng Ruoxin himself.

With a little extrapolation, you can guess.

Mrs. Feng's eyes were stunned: "Why... how could this be..."

Gu Nuoer's long eyelashes fluttered: "If Aunt Feng still doesn't want to believe me, I can take you to Liutian Village."

"The old woman who adopted Feng Ruoxin just woke up this morning because she contracted the cold."

"Her confession should convince you more."

Madam Feng opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Immediately, she covered her face, leaned against Master Feng's arms, and cried out in a low voice.

Madam Feng's voice was full of despair and pain.

"If Ruoxin is driven away, I will never see Yu'er again."

"I'm so afraid that in a few decades, I will completely forget what my rain looks like when she smiles."

Lord Feng closed his eyes sadly and patted Mrs. Feng on the shoulder lightly.

The husband and wife have never recovered from the pain of losing their daughter.

Gu Nuo'er looked at them with pity in her eyes.

Taking advantage of this time, she turned her head to look at Feng Zhiyu floating beside her.

The girl whispered: "Now you can rest assured, Feng Ruoxin should not escape death when spreading the epidemic."

Feng Zhiyu's eyes were wet, and she thanked Gu Nuoer, "Thank you, Her Royal Highness."

"Princess, can I trouble you to do me a favor at the end?"

"I want to leave one last portrait in this world."

Madam Feng was immersed in grief.

At this time, she heard Gu Nuo'er say, "Since I'm here today, I'll do something for you again."

"Master Feng and Madam Feng are sitting together. I have seen Miss Feng. If you believe in my painting skills, I can try to paint her with you."

"I hope this portrait of a family together can be used as a consolation."

The Feng family couple hurriedly raised their heads, and there was a gleam of joy in their eyes.

"Really? Thank you, Her Royal Highness!"

They hurried to the chair.

Just as Mrs. Feng sat down, she stood up abruptly.

"No, I have to change a dress."

She looked in the mirror: "These days, I also have some gray hair, so I can't let Yuer see sad."

Lord Feng smiled and said with tears: "Madam, don't be too busy, don't delay the time of Her Royal Highness."

Gu Nuo'er let out a gentle smile.

"It doesn't matter, the sunlight outside the window is just right, I will wait for you at the door, and call me after you change your clothes."

Then, she walked out of the door.