Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

When it was time to go back, Gu Nuoer was ready to get on the horse and asked Ye Siming to send her back to the palace.

However……

The little guy held up two small hands, stood on tiptoe, and tried his best to move up.

"Hoo... Damn, how can Uncle Bai's horse be so tall!"

Gu Nuo'er tugged at the saddle with two small hands, trying to arch it hard several times, but it was all in vain.

Bai Yi's war horse has bowed its head leisurely and started to graze.

Ye Siming folded his arms beside him, raised his lips and smiled softly: "Try again, otherwise, please let me hold you up?"

Gu Nuo'er puffed out her cheeks, and her small white face was full of unyielding expressions.

She won't admit defeat!

The little guy tried two more times, all in vain.

It was hot and sweating profusely.

Seeing this, Duan Hanping couldn't help but come up with an idea and said, "Mr. Jiang, do you have a small bench and lend it to the princess to step on it."

Gu Nuo'er's little milky voice raised her voice: "No! Humph, I must rely on my own strength to get on the horse today!"

After all, her beautiful eyes swept away and gave Ye Siming an angry look.

From Ye Siming's point of view, her profile bulged slightly, like a white bun.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and waited leisurely.

He wants to see how long the little guy will hold on today before he comes to ask for help.

Gu Nuo'er's little hands loosened, and she didn't know what to think, temporarily giving up her efforts to get on the saddle.

Instead, walking to the head of the horse, she put her hands on her hips and began to reason with Bai Yi's warhorse.

"Da Ma'er, Wo is only five years old this year. You are taller than me. You are an adult in Mali. Adults can't go against children.

Can you let me, I want to climb up, you bow your head and lie down, okay? Don't be too **** kids! this is not right! "

Bai Yi's warhorse snorted and blinked his black eyes to look at Gu Nuo'er in front of him.

The little guy's eyes are smart and flashing with light.

After a while, this war horse seemed to understand human nature, and was really ready to lie down.

Gu Nuo'er smiled sweetly, "You are so good!"

Ye Siming watched from the side, startled.

Did she really make the war horses obey?

The teenager gritted his teeth and stepped forward to take the little guy directly into his arms.

Gu Nuoer whimpered and blinked her big eyes: "Brother Siming, how can you be so rude, you can get on the horse on your own right away!"

Ye Siming hugged her and neatly rolled over.

His voice was resolute: "I'm afraid that you will cry if you fall, so I have to hold you, what's wrong?"

Gu Nuoer snorted, expressing dissatisfaction.

In the end, Duan Hanping and the old Jiangtou waved their hands and watched Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming leave.

On the way back to the palace, the setting sun swayed in large areas, and the road in front of them seemed to be covered with a layer of golden wheat waves.

The round red sun was half hanging in the sky, and it seemed that it would soon fall behind the mountain.

Gu Nuo'er sat in front of Ye Siming, fluttering her long eyelashes, a pair of dark and agile eyes, like two sparkling little stars.

Ye Siming's horse was not riding fast, and the hair on the little guy's forehead was gently raised, which made her petite and cute.

Gu Nuo'er was in a good mood. She said, "Brother Siming, when my sweet cake shop is ready, I will invite Qu Niang and Hu Momo to help. In this way, they can all rely on!"

Ye Siming was startled.

It turned out that the little guy was still thinking about these two people.

Mother Hu was bullied by her daughter-in-law and chose to swallow her anger.

Qu Niang bravely reconciled with her husband and is now single.

The little guy actually considered this step for them.

"You opened the store to support them?"

"That's right! Mother Qu, Mother Hu and Grandpa Jiang are all strong and independent people. If I just offer favors directly, they won't accept it."