Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuo'er's white and tender face was already pink.

Now I understand that I have misunderstood, and even the thin white neck turns red!

Her dark and agile eyes were filled with anger.

The little girl rubbed to the side angrily: "Who made you come so close all of a sudden!"

Ye Siming smiled, took out five small, round boxes from his sleeves and handed them to her.

"I want to give you something."

Gu Nuo'er lowered her eyes: "This is... mouth fat?"

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Well, last time your mouth fat smelled bad, I bought you a new one."

Gu Nuo'er raised her long eyelashes in an instant, and looked at him angrily.

Brother Siming actually mentioned it!

The little girl turned her head: "I don't want it. There is a lot in the palace, and I can't use it all up."

Ye Siming's long eyes were dull, and his voice was a little darker: "Really not? I went to many stores to buy this, and compared the best smell and color."

From his point of view, Gu Nuo'er's white and tender cheeks are extremely delicate.

Today, she is wearing a rose red dress, which makes her fairer skin more beautiful.

The slender neck like a swan neck, as if missing a kiss from him, glowed with a seductive snow-white.

When Gu Nuo'er heard his words, she felt distressed for the big wolf again in her heart.

She looked back at the five mouth fats, and reached out to pick up one and open it.

As soon as the box was opened, I immediately smelled the fragrance of gardenias.

The paste is delicate and the color is bright red and eye-catching.

Gu Nuoer is a little girl after all, and has a natural desire to pursue beautiful things.

She smiled and smiled sweetly: "It's pretty."

Ye Siming heard the words, his brows were long, and he opened the remaining four and placed them on the small table in front of her.

Gu Nuoer lowered her head and sniffed one by one.

Really delicious.

In addition to the smell of the gardenia she was holding, there was also the smell of daffodils and oranges.

The colors are bright red and fresh vermilion orange.

Gu Nuoer picked up two small round boxes for comparison.

He said suspiciously, "Brother Siming, these two seem to be the same color."

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and smiled: "The taste is different. Which one do you prefer?"

Gu Nuoer looked at it and chose bright red lipstick with orange flavor.

"this."

Ye Siming raised his chin: "Try it."

Gu Nuoer's eyes widened: "There's no mirror here, I'll take it back and try again."

"I'll help you." Ye Siming said, and decisively picked up the box of lipstick.

His slender index finger dipped a little, and was about to touch Gu Nuo'er's lips.

The little girl hurried back until she hit the wall of the car, and there was no way out.

"Brother Siming, will you, in case you paint me..." Gu Nuo'er expressed concern!

Ye Siming chuckled lightly: "It's the first time I've done this too, just try it and you'll know."

He insisted on doing this, and Gu Nuo'er couldn't shake his enthusiasm.

He closed his eyes and looked like a poor little boy who accepted his fate and was trained by him.

Even in the sultry summer days before the rain, Ye Siming's fingertips still had a faint coolness.

He touched the little girl's lips and traced her lips slowly and carefully.

The boy's eyes sometimes raised, landing on Gu Nuo'er's trembling eyelashes.

Her eyelashes are slender and slender, and they are shaking gently at this moment, like a fragile and beautiful little butterfly.

Led people to get close to Fang Ze.

Ye Siming's eyes changed from lazy to casual, and gradually became faint and strange, and his pupils were black and bottomless.

There was love in his heart like a tsunami, but on the boy's face, there was a very light smile on his thin lips.

When the painting was finished, he withdrew his hand: "Okay."

Gu Nuo'er opened her eyes and asked with bright eyes, "How is it, does it look good?"