Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuo'er shook her head: "I didn't want to sleep, I just closed my eyes lightly."

At this time, it was dark outside the window.

Gu Nuoer sniffed his nose.

"What's the smell? It smells so good."

Ye Siming took her to stay.

"Today, the people enthusiastically sent a few pigs, and I asked the cook to slaughter them and then roast them."

"This is the grilled meat brought back for you, sprinkled with salt and pepper, come and taste."

Gu Nuo'er sat at the table, opened the food box, the fragrance was overflowing, and the meat was fragrant!

She quickly took a piece with chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

"good to eat!"

Still very hot.

Ye Siming sat beside her, his stern brows stained with a faint chuckle.

"I heard," he raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and asked calmly, "You call me a comrade-in-arms?"

Gu Nuo'er's chewing of meat slowed down.

She turned her head and blinked her innocent black eyes: "Have you heard about my teaching to the scholar, brother Siming?"

Ye Siming nodded and said in a low voice, "Isn't the word comrade-in-arms used to describe you and me a little distant?"

Gu Nuoer puffed out her cheeks and mumbled, "Then I'll praise you as a close relative."

"Besides," she said confidently, "comrades-in-arms are the most important people in each other's lives. They eat and live together, and most of them end up dying together."

Ye Siming was joking with her.

Hearing this, Han Xiao's eyes suddenly deepened.

Gu Nuo'er didn't notice the change in his eyes.

Just suddenly patted his little face.

"No, no, you can't die, blah blah blah, unlucky, spit out the bad words!"

Ye Si Ming let out a low laugh.

He stood up and walked behind Gu Nuo'er.

Reaching out two hands, cupped her face from behind, forcing her to look up at herself.

Gu Nuo'er's little face was pinched up.

Her oily pink lips were shining brightly, and her black eyes sparkled innocently.

Ye Siming lowered his head and said seriously, "We can be together, but we can't die."

"You promised to stay with me for a thousand years. How long has it been? Could it be that you want to go back on it? Gu Nuo'er."

After he finished speaking, the young man narrowed his long eyes and squeezed his hands gently towards the middle.

Gu Nuo'er's face was forced to deflate again in his hands.

The girl's eyebrows were full of autumn water.

She said squeamishly, "I said something wrong for a while!"

Ye Siming then let her go.

But he bowed his head domineeringly, and bit into his mouth the roast meat that Gu Nuo'er had not had time to eat on his chopsticks.

Gu Nuo'er looked at him with a lazy expression on his brows.

She asked curiously, "Brother Siming, what have you done to that scholar?"

After all, with his personality, he shouldn't forgive the past lightly.

Ye Siming replied lightly, "They were beaten to death and thrown into the river."

Gu Nuo'er opened her eyes.

Ye Siming glanced at her sideways, and suddenly a slight smile appeared on his thin lips.

"I lied to you." His eyes were deep, and when he looked at Gu Nuo'er, he was always sincere and serious: "It was just half-dead, not thrown into the river."

Gu Nuoer exhaled: "The people near the city like you very much. I don't want the people to mistake you for being a cruel person because of a bad person."

Ye Siming said indifferently, "I don't care."

He just acts according to his own principles and rules.

In Ye Siming's heart, as long as Gu Nuoer is happy, he will be happy.

So it doesn't matter to him whether others like it or hate it.

However, Gu Nuo'er held his fingertips tightly with both hands.

"I care."