Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuo'er said, "I'm here to play with you!"

Speaking, she stepped on her calf, and before Ye Siming didn't react, she climbed up on his back with hands and feet.

Yesiming was shocked: "What are you doing?!"

Gu Nuoer pointed to the front with her little hand: "Brother Siming, take me to your room to hide from the rain! Aunt Bai said that it will take a while to finish the meal."

Yesiming's eyes were cold: "You are really welcome."

He didn't hesitate, he grabbed Gu Nuo'er's calf and ran into the rain with her.

What Gu Nuoer didn't expect was that Ye Siming's speed was too fast!

The wind whistled in my ears.

Light rain hit her face in an instant, she covered Ye Siming's head with her small hand, to reduce the intrusion of rain threads for him.

Ye Siming felt that this little thing was as light as a feather on his back.

The scent of milk came from her body.

Yesiming couldn't help grinding his teeth.

What a fresh, delicious looking little guy.

Arriving under the corridor, Ye Siming put Gu Nuoer down.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows in doubt: "What do you think I do?"

Gu Nuoer said: "My mother said that you can't enter the room without permission, it's impolite!"

Ye Siming frowned, and his long eyes showed impatience. He opened the door directly and gave Gu Nuoer two words: "Go in."

This tone, as if the big bad wolf was luring the little girl into the man-eating cave.

But Gu Nuo'er jumped into the room happily.

The little guy looked around and saw that the room was fully furnished, including ink, ink, ink, ink, and books, all of which showed that Bai Yi and his wife had cultivated Ye Siming attentively.

Seeing the cold breakfast on the table, she sighed sincerely: "Brother Siming, Uncle Bai and Aunt Bai are so kind to you!"

Ye Siming sat down on the chair, his attitude seemed a little juvenile, and his eyebrows were unrestrained and cold.

He hummed casually: "They are good people."

This is the truth.

Gu Nuoer got interested, climbed onto the chair, took a brush in her small hand, dipped it in ink twice, and wrote three words on the rice paper—

Yesmin.

The boy came over and stopped for a while, then raised his eyebrows: "My name?"

Gu Nuo'er was surprised: "Brother Siming, you can read acridine!"

Ye Siming gave her a cold look: "Who wouldn't recognize his name?"

Gu Nuoer immediately used a pen to write his name next to his.

Ye Siming looked at it, and after a while he said, "Your words are not good-looking."

For the first time, Gu Nuo'er was so bluntly disliked!

Look!"

Yesiming smiled and snorted coldly, "Child."

At this moment, Gu Nuo'er's stomach made a rumbling movement.

She is hungry…

The little guy looked at Ye Siming...somewhere below his neck.

Yesiming frowned: "What's wrong?"

"Brother Siming," Gu Nuoer asked seriously: "I want to drink milk, do you have it?"

Ye Siming almost overturned the table.

He scolded: "How can I have it! You are so restless!"

Yesmin's ears suddenly turned red.

The villain who was murdered suddenly pouted, weak and pitiful and wronged, and tears began to form in his clear eyes.

"Wuwu, brother Siming, you are so fierce, I'm hungry!"

After that, Gu Nuoer threw herself into Ye Siming's arms and wrapped her small hands around his neck, just wanting to act like a spoiled brat.

This is Qiao Guifei's usual method when she doesn't let her eat too much.