Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Yesiming grinned, his eyes flashing with a threatening luster, and his smile was bright.

"Gu, Nuo, son." He shouted word by word, as if he wanted to eat the little milk **** in front of him on the spot.

The little guy is not afraid at all.

She blinked her big eyes, her black eyelashes fluttering like two small fans.

He looked innocent and innocent.

Who said she was provocative? no acridine!

Ye Siming suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched her small cheeks, and then slowly squeezed in the middle.

Suddenly, the bulging bun face really bulged gently, like a white hill.

Gu Nuo'er didn't react at first.

He stared at Ye Siming at a loss.

"Huh?" Before the little man could swallow the food, Ye Siming lightly pinched his cheek.

Her little red lips suddenly pursed, looking very aggrieved.

"Siming Guoguo, you are too monkey!" The little guy slurred and scolded.

A pair of soft water-like pupils are full of the grievances of being bullied.

Then, Ye Siming let go.

Gu Nuoer pouted her small mouth, her cheeks bulged slightly, and Nuo Nuo said, "Scare children, hum."

But Ye Siming found out that Rao was light enough, but Gu Nuo'er was really tender and tender.

For a while, there were two red marks on the two white and smooth little faces.

With the innocent eyes of Gu Nuoer, they all accuse Ye Siming of "atrocities"!

Ye Siming looked down at his palm and frowned slightly.

He barely exerted any strength. Is the little guy's skin red when he pinched it?

At this time, he saw a little pastry crumbs on his fingertips, and naturally put them into his lips and ate them lightly.

Ye Siming didn't feel anything wrong, and Gu Nuo'er didn't notice anything wrong.

She held the cake in her small hand and complained humbly: "It's all because Brother Siming made me not have a good taste of the taste of the sugar-coated red dates. If I don't eat it well, how can I open a store? "

Gu Nuoer decided to open a shop specializing in sweet cakes, so today, she urged Ye Siming to accompany her to choose the location of the shop.

Yesiming leaned back on the chair with a lazy attitude, and looked at the street scene outside the window proudly.

“Whatever you want, I can buy it for you, so why open your own?”

Gu Nuo'er reached out to the black sesame candy and took a bite, it was crispy and delicious.

She muttered, "Wo's dream is to have my own little shop full of pastries I like to eat!"

Yesiming pursed his lips and did not refute.

Anyway, the little guy likes it, whatever she likes.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the surrounding shops.

Afterwards, Ye Siming pointed to a large restaurant full of customers.

"Shall I buy that for you?"

Gu Nuo'er shook her head: "If it's not that big, a small house can do it."

Yesiming pondered and looked elsewhere.

In the end, he said, "Just this tea house."

Gu Nuoer still shook her head, expressing her dislike.

"I invited a person who knows the situation of the surrounding shops better. Brother Siming will be able to see him in a while."

Yesiming raised his eyebrows in confusion.

Who?