Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuo'er rubbed her cheeks with her small hands.

The little girl's skin was tender, and the more she touched it, the redder she became.

A pair of watery black eyes filled with grievances.

"Brother Siming, let me tell you, you can't solve the matter of biting me without five candied haws!"

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows in a leisurely manner: "Ten, let me take another bite?"

As he spoke, he covered his lips with a gesture, making Gu Nuo'er shake his head again and again in fright.

"Eight lines!!!"

Seeing Gu Nuoer's puffed face full of panic, Xiaomai's voice was full of rejection.

Ye Siming couldn't help but smiled lowly.

The carriage stopped at this moment.

Jiang Xiaoran's voice came from outside.

"Siming, come down with the princess in your arms. I'll take you to the hospital to have a look. Is your injury serious?"

Just let Ye Siming and the princess go back, if either of them has any good or bad, Jiang Xiaoran feels that grandfather has to peel off his own skin!

Needless to say, the emperor must not see the little princess hurt.

In Ye Siming's house, General Bai Yi is reasonable and generally does not do anything, but Mrs. Bai is protecting her children!

Therefore, after thinking about it, Jiang Xiaoran still brought Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming to the largest hospital in the city.

After Jiang Xiaoran finished speaking, Gu Nuoer lowered her eyes and saw that Ye Siming had a slender wound on the back of his hand.

Ah acridine! what happened!

Just now at the bottom of the water pool, she was obviously very careful.

How did Brother Siming get injured!

Ye Siming just wanted to refuse, but he didn't expect Gu Nuo'er to hold his injured palm.

Her drooping long eyelashes are black and thick, and her small face is chubby, and she is blowing a few breaths from her pink lips.

"Brother Siming, don't you hurt? It's so pitiful. With such a long wound, let's go and ask Langzhong to help me with the medicine!"

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and glanced down at the injury.

This kind of injury will probably be invisible tomorrow morning.

Is it worth going to the hospital?

However, in the blink of an eye, he saw Gu Nuoer's small round face full of worry and self-blame.

Ye Siming's voice was low, and he asked slowly, "But I'm a little tired. If I can't go, will you support me?"

Gu Nuo'er nodded quickly: "Don't worry, Brother Siming, don't worry if I'm here!"

After he finished speaking, the little guy grabbed one of his fingers, arched his little butt, sat beside the carriage, and then he had **** and jumped out.

Usually, Ye Siming got off the horse and hugged her first, but today, it's Nuonuo, who is self-sufficient!

Jiang Xiaoran and Xie Yinxiang breathed a sigh of relief when they saw them coming down.

Xie Yinxiang said, "I'll be more at ease by checking them all."

Gu Nuo'er nodded. She held Ye Siming's injured hand on her thin shoulder, dragging him forward like a sack.

"Brother Siming, hold on for a while, and you'll be at the door soon!"

Then, the little guy did not forget his milky voice and shouted: "All uncles, uncles, aunts and aunts, let me go, my brother is injured, I need to see the boss!"

Ye Siming looked at her small round head, her thin lips pursed slightly, and she couldn't help but smile.

Jiang Xiaoran came up to him at an inopportune moment and looked up and down seriously.

"Si Ming, why do I think you're in good spirits, as if nothing happened."

Ye Siming's eyes turned cold, and the smile gradually faded.

He stared at Jiang Xiaoran and motioned him to look at the back of his hand.

"Are you blind? Scratched, can't see?"

Jiang Xiaoran was speechless for a while.

When you kicked Cuju, your knees bleed and you didn't even blink your brows!

Now it hurts to scratch a small hole!