Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Hearing this, Ye Siming raised his eyebrows very lightly: "What is the closest person?"

Gu Nuo'er's eyes were black and bright, and her tone was sincere: "Besides my father and mother, the person I care about the most."

Ye Siming sneered: "Yes, what about your brothers?"

"Brothers... they are the ones who care the most, one less 'most' than you."

She sat there obediently, with a soft voice and a soft smile.

Ye Siming was stunned.

This unscrupulous little thing.

And use this kind of words to coax him.

Is he just one more "most" than those brothers?

But whatever.

Hearing such an answer, Ye Siming felt an indescribable faint satisfaction in his heart.

Then he looked down.

I saw Gu Nuoer's pink lips, with a little mung bean cake crumbs sticking.

He stretched out his fingertips and wiped away the crumbs for the little one.

"Brother Siming, don't waste it!" The little guy saw it sharply.

She pounced, and her two little hands hugged Ye Siming's fingers.

Stick out the tip of your tongue and lick a piece of residue into your mouth.

The little man's soft tongue is tender, as if it is charged with electricity.

When he wiped Ye Siming's fingertips, he completely froze in place.

Gu Nuo'er didn't notice his change.

He turned around and continued to pick up the mung bean cake that he had just finished eating.

"Well, it's delicious. I also want to let Mother Hu learn how to do it. It's almost summer, and the mung bean cake can clear away heat and detoxify, so I just sell it to everyone!"

However, Ye Siming, who was sitting behind her, suddenly burst out: "Gu Nuo'er!"

The little guy was stunned for a moment, and turned his head back for unknown reasons.

A pair of eyes glowing like a wave of autumn water, blinked and blinked at Ye Siming.

I saw a suspicious pink on his cheeks.

A pair of wolf ears swung angrily.

Gu Nuo'er was surprised in a low voice: "Brother Siming, how did you show up!"

Ye Siming held up the fingertips that had just been licked.

He gritted his teeth with a hint of shame.

"In the future, you are not allowed to lick me!"

Well?

Gu Nuo'er looked innocent.

Did she lick it?

The little guy tried hard to recall, and suddenly realized: "You mean just now! I don't want to waste it. Brother Siming doesn't like it. I won't do it in the future."

Gu Nuoer hummed softly as she spoke.

"It's stingy, are you afraid that I will bite his fingers? I won't give it a lick, unlike my brothers..."

Who knew Ye Si Ming Sen's cold voice came immediately.

"You're not allowed to lick what they're holding in the future."

Gu Nuoer puffed out her cheeks: "Brother Siming, I'm only six years old! You are so fierce to me."

Ye Siming's long and narrow eyes were filled with a dangerous aura.

"It's not allowed, it's not allowed, you can't be so casual about the dirt on other people's fingertips."

Gu Nuoer pouted, very dissatisfied.

She ate the mung bean cake in her hand in one bite, and her cheeks were stuffed into the ground and bulged into a hill-shaped arc.

Gu Nuo'er only chewed on one side and took two bites bitterly.

It seems that the mung bean cake in his mouth is regarded as Ye Siming.

And the boy sitting behind her.

At this time, he raised his fingertips and looked down with deep eyes.

Gu Nuo'er... actually licked his fingertips?

In the wolf clan.

Only when partners are injured, they lick each other's wounds.

Thinking of this, Ye Siming's ears moved again.

He quickly clenched his fingertips into fists.

Force yourself to stop thinking about it.

Relying on the car Bi, closed your eyes and rested.

And when Gu Nuoer looked back, he could see that Ye Siming was in the car, with a thin red complexion and an extraordinary handsomeness.

A pair of wolf ears swayed back and forth.