Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuo'er twisted her body and said coquettishly, "Hmph, of course, Ben Nuobao is a pistachio!"

After all, she wanted to get out of Ye Siming's arms.

However, Ye Siming didn't let go, just hugged her tightly.

"Just hug for a while."

When Gu Nuoer heard the words, she really did not move.

Ye Siming's wolf ears were taken back at some point.

He rested his chin on Gu Nuo'er's shoulder and breathed a moment of sweet fragrance greedily.

"Gu Nuo'er, you know, the day I first met you, I took a good look at the sky here for the first time. The sky was very blue that day. I have never seen such good weather in Asura."

Gu Nuo'er tilted her head and asked curiously, "Is there no blue sky and white clouds in the Asura Realm?"

"Yeah." Ye Siming replied lightly, "It's only dark and dull. If you see it, you won't like it."

He has been a demon **** for thousands of years in a violent, dirty, and dark environment.

Gu Nuo'er is beautiful, just like the weather on the first day, clear and blue.

"I like good weather." Ye Siming suddenly added this sentence without thinking.

Gu Nuo'er blinked, and Nuo Nuo agreed: "Wo also likes it!"

Ye Siming pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

He thought that he probably won't be leaving for a while.

Gu Nuo'er is so young, if he wants to repay his kindness, he has to be responsible to the end.

At least, she has to wait until she is eighty or ninety years old to be at ease, right?

At night, Ye Siming went to dinner with Gu Nuoer.

The two were hungry, and Madam Bai watched them eat vegetables and soup in unison, and did not forget to take care of each other.

Mrs. Bai chuckled and said with emotion: "Eat slowly, and there's more."

It's really strange to say, when did this child Siming come back?

…

At night, in the mansion of Dali Temple Minister Xie Xingli.

Xie Xingli's wife, Mrs. Xu Xian, knelt in the study and begged Xie Xingli.

"Xianggong, please save my brother! He is the only seed in our family. My mother heard that he was hung outside the city wall. He has already died for most of his life. .

Please look at our relationship as husband and wife over the past few years, talk to the emperor, you can't torture my brother like this! "

Xie Xingli had a headache, he slapped the table and scolded: "Confused! Why don't you ask what Zhang San did? He usually relied on my reputation as an official, and he was just doing bad things in the capital.

There has been no big trouble, and I also turn one eye and close the other. Isn't this looking at your affection?

But do you know what happened to him this time? He took someone to rob the shop opened by the little princess, and happened to meet the imperial concubine in the shop!

He ate the gall of a bear's heart and a leopard, and even the noble concubine dared to tease him. I don't have that life, so I will vouch for him! I think it is a blessing for him not to be slashed by a thousand swords! You will be content! "

Mrs. Xie couldn't stop crying, and she wanted to beg for mercy again.

Xie Xingli stood up, not going to listen to what she said.

"I'm going to the suburbs of Beijing for two days to be responsible for ordering a case. You are not allowed to cause trouble outside the holiday season. This is the end of your brother's affairs. If you let me know what you are planning to make the emperor unhappy, I will rush with you. Get out of the house!"

After all, Xie Xingli rolled his sleeves, asked the housekeeper to prepare something for him, and left in the carriage.

Xie Liuhua had been standing outside the door. Seeing that Mr. Xie had left, she hurriedly entered the room and helped Mrs. Xie who was crying.

"Mother, don't cry. Even if Dad doesn't care, we are not helpless to save my uncle."