Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Yesiming grabbed her little hand, and his face was faintly unhappy.

but not disgusted.

On the way back to the palace, they changed back to their clothes in the carriage.

Gu Nuo'er has a small pink and fair face, and a pair of water eyes are smart and fluttering.

"Brother Siming, can we keep today's affairs a secret?"

Ye Siming tidied up his cuffs and said indifferently, "Which one? Accompany you to thoroughly investigate the inside story of cooking porridge, or almost take you into a pit?"

The little guy immediately put his hands on his hips and puffed his cheeks slightly: "Of course it's the second thing! If you just tell daddy like this, then there will be no fun birds behind~"

Ye Siming glanced at her sideways, Gu Nuoer's black eyes were full of cunning and cleverness, but he was not interested in asking what this little thing was thinking.

"Let's do it, I wouldn't talk too much."

When the two returned to the palace, the snow had stopped falling.

Ye Siming sent Gu Nuo’er to the entrance of Qiushui Palace before leaving.

Behind Gu Nuo'er's little hand: "Brother Siming, remember to come back in five days, next time we go to play somewhere else!"

Yesiming frowned, looking impatient: "I see."

He turned to leave, and Gu Nuoer was also preparing to enter the yard.

At this time, a figure stumbled towards the corner of the palace road.

"Your Highness the little princess, the slaves have something to play!" Mu Shuzhen approached in a panic, his face anxious.

Gu Nuoer tilted her head and smiled sweetly: "Sister Shuzhen, what's the matter, don't worry, you can talk slowly~"

Mu Shuzhen just wanted to tell Gu Nuoer the true face of the boy.

But suddenly, her complexion changed, as if the words had reached her lips, but she swallowed them back.

She looked at the person behind Gu Nuoer with a little panic in her eyes.

The little guy turned around and was a little surprised: "Brother Siming, why are you back?"

Ye Siming's sharp black eyes shone with black light, he just glanced at Mu Shuzhen, who was already sweating with fear.

Afterwards, Ye Siming withdrew his gaze and threw the cloak in his hand to Gu Nuoer.

"You forgot your stuff."

Gu Nuo'er suddenly realized, her little face filled with joy: "Thank you, Brother Siming~"

After speaking, she waved her small hand up and down, signaling Ye Siming to squat down.

Ye Siming gritted his teeth dissatisfied: "Don't try to touch my head every time, I don't like it!"

Gu Nuo'er blinked her big moist eyes: "Then touch it again~"

Ye Siming looked at her pale little face with an innocent expression.

He had to compromise, crouched down, and the little guy rubbed his head contentedly.

Mu Shuzhen's heart almost jumped to his throat when he saw it.

This... if this monster suddenly burst into harm's way, wouldn't the little princess be in danger? !

Now Her Royal Highness doesn't know his identity, and touches his head!

It's terrifying!

At this moment, Gu Nuoer turned her head: "Sister Shuzhen, what did you want to say to me just now?"

"Slave..." Mu Shu really stumbled, not knowing where to start.

Ye Siming was staring at her coldly.

This feeling is like walking in the woods at night and being watched by the deep eyes of a vicious wolf.

"It's freezing cold, and the servant is worried that the little princess will catch a cold, so I came to remind you to add clothes."

Mu Shu really dared not speak frankly in front of Ye Siming, so he decided to find an opportunity to tell the princess next time.

Gu Nuo'er didn't think much of it when she heard it, but smiled cutely and well: "Sister Shuzhen, you also need to wear more clothes!"

After saying that, she jumped into the hospital.

Ye Siming took a deep look at Mu Shuzhen, then turned away without saying a word.

Mu Shuzhen wiped his forehead, only to find a layer of cold sweat.