Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuo'er blinked, her water eyes glowing with curiosity.

The idea of ​​this young man actually spoke to her heart.

If you want to use this sword, then you must first extend the blade for it.

But……

Gu Nuo'er's voice was soft and sweet: "Why is your son sitting on the carriage, isn't it convenient to see the light?"

The second brother said that when buying and selling goods, the other party must be sincere.

If you can't even meet face to face, that's not sincerity!

A look of embarrassment flashed across the face of the man in strong suit, and after a moment of pause, he said, "Young Master's body has not yet recovered, so he cannot be exposed to the wind. Please forgive me, Your Royal Highness."

The rain was swaying, and the small broken hair on Gu Nuo'er's forehead shook slightly.

She smiled brightly and sweetly with pink lips: "I'm sorry, but this sword can't be given to your son."

"Although his idea is very good, it is a pity that there is no way to deal with me in person. How can I give such a good sword to a person who I don't even know what it looks like?"

The little guy raised his voice a little in the direction of the carriage.

"Frankness is the most basic etiquette."

The man in strong suit was embarrassed: "This... Her Royal Highness..."

Gu Nuo'er waved her small hand: "You don't need to say anymore. Brother, it's raining heavily, let's go."

Gu Ziliang directly picked up his sister and held up the jade umbrella, and the two brothers and sisters left under the **** of everyone's eyes.

In the crowd, the brawny men who had been staring at Gu Nuo'er quietly also split up and chased after each other.

The man in strong suit went back to the carriage, and lowered his voice in shame because he didn't finish his errand.

"Master, Her Royal Highness, she..."

"I heard it." The boy's voice was clear and lightly stopped the dark guard's words.

Yun Linzhou wore a robe embroidered with gold thread and green bottom, which made his facial features even more handsome.

It seems that at the age of twelve or thirteen, it was the time when the sun should be cheerful.

However, there was always some lingering gloom in Yun Linzhou's eyebrows.

He learned of the accident since he was a child, and his mind was deep.

Yun Linzhou touched the jade pendant hanging from his waist, and his slender fingertips slowly rubbed.

He repeated the four words that Gu Nuoer said.

"Frankly... Honest..." Yun Linzhou lowered his head, shadows enveloped his side face.

After a moment, his thin lips pulled up, and the smile was slightly bitter.

Yun Linzhou raised his head, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the car.

"Nuoer, how much I want to be honest with you."

I just don't know, after knowing his true face, will she spurn his darkness and his despicable mind?

Outside, the dark guard whispered, "Master, Wei Cang's people have already followed him."

Yun Linzhou opened his eyes, revealing the deep tranquility of the sea.

"Go send someone to watch and make sure Wei Cang can take Nuo'er away without hurting her."

"Yes."

The dark guard left quickly.

Yun Linzhou held the jade pendant tightly in his hand again.

Since God gave him the opportunity, he could accompany Gu Nuoer instead of Ye Siming.

Then he must take good care of it.

Over there, Gu Nuoer and Gu Ziliang walked through the alley together and decided to find a restaurant to eat something good.

The little guy danced and talked about what he had just done in his brother's arms.

"That son is really a weirdo. He hid in the carriage and asked his secret guard to ask for a sword. Hmph, I don't like people who hide."

Gu Ziliang chuckled: "Sister, don't worry, maybe the opportunity has come, this sword will naturally find a new owner."

Gu Nuo'er nodded, holding the sword tightly and acting like a spoiled child: "Duan Duan, don't worry, I will never give you away casually!"

Gu Zili couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

break?

My sister really quickly gave Broken Sword a nickname...