Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Wan Yin and Wan Xuan didn't have time to keep up, Gu Nuoer's calf ran fast.

Fortunately, the snow was a little lighter now, she dragged Ye Siming, but did not go in the direction of the Liger and Tiger Park.

The little guy was like a white dumpling with snow and ice, she stopped and winked at Ye Siming: "Brother Siming, today I will take you out of the palace to play!"

Ye Siming didn't have any interest, he just glanced at her lazily: "What's there to play?"

Gu Nuoer rounded her eyes as if she heard something surprising.

There are still people who think that outside the palace is not fun!

For her, there are lantern festivals, lion dances, poetry festivals outside the palace, as well as many powerful little brothers and sisters, who have broken boulders in their chests and swallowed long swords.

Not only that, there are also a variety of food on the street.

Gu Nuoer can eat from the street to the end of the street, until her belly is full and bulging.

In short, the fun is endless.

She hummed softly: "Brother Siming, you rarely go out on the street!"

Ye Siming was noncommittal.

Gu Nuoer put her hands on her hips: "Today you go out to play with me, I'll show you how interesting it is outside the palace!"

Ye Siming picked up the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Are you rich? Or are you going to let me put you there."

Gu Nuoer's eyes widened: "Brother Siming, don't underestimate me, I have money, so I'll show you!"

The two were walking on the palace road, Gu Nuoer was wearing too much, and it was really difficult for her little feet to walk.

She stretched out her little hand: "Brother Siming, I want to hug, I can't walk the bird~"

The little guy's pink face, because of the cold, has frozen a very transparent powder.

The tip of her nose is also bright red, and white snow hangs on her long eyelashes.

Ye Siming glanced at her sideways and said, "Go by yourself."

After all, he quickened his pace and deliberately let the little guy follow him.

Gu Nuoer was in a hurry and chased after him with her calf: "Brother Siming, wait for me!"

Suddenly, she stumbled and fell into the snow.

Gu Nuo'er is not afraid of the cold, but when she fell, she felt a shock all over her body.

The little guy was extremely aggrieved, sitting on the ground, not in a hurry.

Tears the size of a bean swarmed in the eye sockets.

"Brother Siming, do I not like you anymore!"

Ye Siming took a step, turned his head and saw that she was like a little white bun, sitting helplessly in the snow and weeping.

He looks weak and pitiful.

Gu Nuo'er tried to stand up with her little hands on the ground several times, but in vain.

It's too much to wear.

Yesiming pursed his thin lips, raised his boots and walked towards her.

He bent down and stretched out his arms, directly scooping Gu Nuoer into his arms.

"Squeamish things."

When Ye Siming said this, he seemed to be clenching his teeth gently.

It was as if he took a bite and wanted to bite on Gu Nuo'er's delicate little face like tofu.

Gu Nuo'er's tears rolled down her cheeks like broken pearls.

Even in Ye Siming's arms, the little guy stubbornly stubbornly stuck his neck, and Nuo Nuo cried.

Ye Siming couldn't help frowning: "Don't cry."

Ye Siming really did not expect that he had no intention of causing her to fall and cry.

But Gu Nuoer is really fragile, like a glazed flower that can only be kept indoors.

Gu Nuoer ignored him, rubbed her eyes with small hands and whimpered: "You haven't apologized yet... Mother said that if you bullied others, you must apologize, otherwise you will be a badass."

Yesiming frowned and said after a while, "I'm sorry, I'll learn to wait for you next time."