Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Yesiming held his collar in one hand and threw him under the bridge with ease.

With a "crash" sound, flesh and blood slammed into the rocks of the creek, and the sound of breaking the ice floes was clearly audible.

The dandy boy saw Ye Siming throw all his people down.

It was even more frustrating: "You slanderer, dare to report your name, I will find a chance to kill you!"

Ye Siming gave him a cold look.

As if looking at the ants that could be crushed at any time, he snorted lightly, turned his head and left.

Ye Siming did not hear the swearing sound behind him.

He went to the carriage and pulled up the beaten driver.

He came to Gu Nuo'er again and looked at her with black eyes: "Scared?"

Gu Nuoer shook her head sharply with her clear eyes.

She didn't know why she was so excited, Xiaofan swung it around: "Brother Siming, your skills are really good!"

Yesiming brushed the white snow that just fell on the tip of her nose with her fingertips.

Gives an extremely perfunctory sneer.

Gu Nuoer twisted her buttocks and clapped her hands: "So Nuobao thinks it's unnecessary for Daddy to let Brother Siming go to the martial arts field! Why don't you bring Brother Siming out to play!"

Yesiming glanced at her.

She smiled pink and well-behaved, and tilted her little head like a group of joy.

A delicious blush appeared on her white cheeks.

Have little things learned to please people?

Ye Siming raised his lips calmly and sneered a bit arrogantly.

Afterwards, he pushed Gu Nuoer into the carriage with one hand, and sat down low again.

The coachman sat tremblingly on the carriage and drove the carriage away.

After they left, the **** was dragged up by a group of servants who were screaming and screaming in pain.

During the period, I fell from the landslide several times.

My clothes were covered in mud, and I was in a daze!

After climbing up from the creek, the dude kicked away the snow.

He pointed at a little servant: "You go and follow them, the rest will follow me back to the house and call the thugs, I don't believe it, these two young children can't be killed!"

The servant who almost died at the hands of Ye Siming was scared.

Although he didn't know why the young man suddenly let him go.

The wicked servant doesn't want to provoke such a lifeless person.

He hesitated and said, "Young master, this is not good! We have just arrived in the capital, and we are not familiar with each other. What if we provoke a big man? The master said, let the little people persuade you. !"

As soon as Jiading finished speaking, he was slapped on the cheek by the dandy young master.

I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? If something goes wrong with my father, if you dare to disobey, I will kill you first! "

After he said this, no one dared to refute it.

The light snow fell from the sky, making his eyes even more gloomy.

Gu Nuoer took Ye Siming to a restaurant with not too many people.

After entering, I skillfully ordered a pot of hot tea and a few plates of cakes.

Afterwards, she smiled obediently at the store's second clerk: "Give me another warm and humid white towel!"

"Okay!"

Yesiming sat opposite Gu Nuo'er, looking at the white snow swirling outside.

His eyes fell not far below, and there was a long queue.

These people were wearing torn cotton wool, holding bowls in their hands, waiting for the porridge at the front to make porridge.