Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

In Gu Nuo'er's eyes, the blackness of the water spirit swayed, with a slight secret shock.

"It's also the number three and two?"

Ye Siming recalled for a moment and nodded slightly.

Gu Nuo'er took a deep breath.

What a coincidence.

The girl Feng Ruoxin who came to order the cakes just now left the address here.

Seeing Gu Nuo'er's complicated expression, Ye Siming asked, "Is there something wrong?"

He suddenly reacted, and a small smile formed on his thin lips.

The young man raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, even though I was ordered to mourn last time, I never entered the mourning hall, nor did I offer incense to her."

Gu Nuo'er came back to her senses: "Brother Siming, what are you talking about, I don't care about that!"

Ye Siming's long eyes narrowed slightly: "Why is that?"

"Don't you think the girl Feng we met just now at the door of the sugar shop looks like a person?"

"Like who?"

"The deceased daughter of the Feng family, Feng Zhiyu!"

Hesitation gradually appeared on Ye Siming's stern face.

looks like?

He hadn't paid much attention.

Gu Nuo'er's eyes were dark and bright: "Also, she has decided on the mansion for the pastry, which is Uncle Feng's house. Could it be that Uncle Feng has two daughters?"

Ye Siming frowned gradually: "No, last time I went to their house, I heard the mourners say that Feng Zhiyu is their only child."

Gu Nuo'er murmured, "That's even weirder..."

The girl just now does not seem to have evolved from ghosts and spirits.

Ye Siming thought for a moment, then pinched Gu Nuo'er's fingertips.

"Don't worry about it. That person didn't say that her parents are going to hold a banquet for her. If Mr. Feng, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, holds a banquet for her, then in a few days, we should receive an invitation."

Gu Nuoer felt that what he said was reasonable, so she nodded obediently: "Okay~ I'm just too curious."

at this time.

Feng Ruoxin had returned to his own house in Feng Mansion.

The maids put the silk satin and pearl jewelry she purchased today on the table.

Looking at those gorgeous ornaments, Feng Ruoxin did not have a particularly fond look in his eyes.

When she bought it, she didn't hesitate, but when she took it home, she seemed to have lost interest.

The maids were a little puzzled.

Feng Ruoxin said, "Put these away, and I'll wear them on the day of the banquet."

"Yes." The maids split up.

Feng Ruoxin turned to face the carved bronze mirror, and there was a deep sadness in her delicate-looking Liu Ye eyes.

Yuehe, the maid who was in charge of serving her, approached from outside.

She whispered: "Second miss, the master has clearly explained that you will not be allowed to approach Yongye Hou and Princess Yaoguang casually. You rush after them today, but you will frighten the slaves."

Feng Ruoxin looked at her from the bronze mirror: "Foster father only said, don't let me provoke them. I see that Her Royal Highness is kind and wants to talk. What are you afraid of?"

Yuehe was at a loss for words, but still warned: "But the slaves should also advise the young lady, the present decency and wealth are hard-won, you have to cherish the feathers."

Feng Ruoxin's eyes darkened and he didn't speak.

Yue He is the personal girl sent to her by Feng Shangshu, who takes care of everything about her.

The most important thing is to watch Feng Ruoxin and not let her rush to Ye Siming in private to call her benefactor.

Feng Ruoxin took off the hairpin and sat in front of the mirror: "You all go down, I want to rest for a while."

"Yes." Yue He and the maids closed the door and left.

Feng Ruoxin looked into the bronze mirror again, she stared at her face, and finally sighed.

"How can such an ordinary face compare to Yao Guang's beauty?"