Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

At sunset, the light rain finally stopped.

General Bai Yi put Gu Nuoer on the carriage, and he followed him. He wanted to send the princess back to the palace.

Gu Nuoer stuck her head out of the car window and waved at Madam Bai and Ye Siming who were standing at the door—

"Aunt Bai, Brother Siming, I'm going home!"

Mrs. Bai liked Gu Nuoer very much, and said with a bright smile: "Your Highness, Princess, come here often!"

It seems that next time she can prepare more flowers, maybe when the little princess comes, there will be a way to make the flowers bloom.

The legend of good fortune from heaven is really not groundless.

Yesi beside Madam Bai showed a cold face, and was indifferent to the little guy on the carriage beckoning.

Mrs. Bai touched him with her arm: "Si Ming, say goodbye to Nuoer."

Ye Siming didn't know if she was encouraged by Madam Bai, or if she saw the sweet smile on Gu Nuo'er's face.

He waved his hand reluctantly: "Goodbye."

Gu Nuo'er was so happy, she shook her little head, and finally she covered her lips with her little hand and blew a kiss to Ye Siming.

The latter's expression changed and he turned his head to look aside.

The wheel of the car turned and slowly drove away in the direction of the palace.

Mrs. Bai smiled as she watched the carriage go away, and then asked Ye Siming: "I've been playing with the princess, but I haven't eaten dinner, are you hungry? I'll cook you some food. okay?"

Gu Nuo'er slept directly until the afternoon. After waking up, the little guy had a little meal under Mrs. Bai's guidance.

Then they watched Ye Siming and Bai Yi learn martial arts and played excitedly until the evening.

During this period, Ye Siming didn't eat a single bite.

Mrs. Bai asked thoughtfully, but the boy shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry, thank you."

After saying that, he turned around and entered the mansion, walking towards his yard.

Mrs. Bai stood on the spot and sighed: "This child is always afraid of causing trouble."

Ye Siming returned to the room, he always had a keen sense of smell.

As if smelling the air, there is still the sweet fragrance of Gu Nuoer.

He subconsciously sniffed, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a piece of rice paper on the table slightly blown by the wind.

Yesiming walked to the table, and on the paper was the tender handwriting left by the little guy.

Two people's names are next to each other.

He touched Gu Nuo'er's name with his finger, picked up the pen, and copied it.

The young man's words have an uninhibited free and easy, twisted strokes, with countless spirits.

The candle light is like a bean, and it illuminates Ye Siming's profile deeply, and his eyes are even colder.

Suddenly!

Ye Siming frowned, and his face suddenly felt a little pain.

He tightly covered the pain in his heart, and the ink pen in his hand fell to the ground.

At this moment, Mrs. Bai, who was worried that he hadn't eaten, still came with a tray with a few dishes on it.

"Siming, I've prepared a simple dinner for you. Not eating is bad for your health."

Yesiming slammed the door shut and pressed his body against the door.

Mrs. Bai was taken aback: "Si Ming, what's wrong with you?!"

Yesiming endured the pain and pretended to be indifferent: "I'm not hungry, you can go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the candle in the room was extinguished.

Mrs. Bai knew that his temperament must be related to the abuse he received in the past.

She put the meal on the table under the porch: "I put the meal outside, if you are hungry, be sure to eat some."

After speaking, Mrs. Bai was worried, but she knew that he should be given time to adjust to the current life, so she left.

At this time, Ye Siming, who was pressing on the door, opened a pair of dark red eyes in the dark.

Above his head, a huge wolf head composed of black currents was suspended, the tail of his eyes seemed to be fiery, and his face was fierce.