Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Xie Yinxiang no longer wants to stand behind Gu Nuoer and let this cute little doll protect her.

She stood up and looked at Xie Liuhua, her tone was cold and serene.

"Xie Liuhua, I don't need to mention what you do to me at home. It's not that I don't care, but I don't want to be scandalous.

I advise you not to instigate outside, otherwise, when others react, they will only think that our Xie family tutor is not good.

If you don't like me, after returning to the manor, we will have a good theory. Today, we are all here to watch the game, and everyone will be unhappy if you don't! "

Xie Yinxiang looked like a noble girl from a well-mannered family.

And she is indeed the eldest daughter of the Xie family, even if her mother dies, there is no doubt about it.

At this moment, the two sisters Xie Yinxiang and Xie Liuhua were distinguished in the eyes of everyone.

Gu Nuoer clapped her hands: "Sister Yinxiang is so handsome!"

Xie Yinxiang was praised by Gu Nuoer, but she was a little embarrassed.

The sternness just now stopped abruptly, she pursed her lips and smiled, and sat back in her seat.

Xie Liuhua knew that he had no face, so he stood up and left.

Song Youqing was angry at being used by Xie Liuhua, and hated Gu Nuoer for not giving her face so much.

This little guy looks like a snow doll.

Even if she is wrong, but... Gu Nuo'er can't, she is so fierce!

Next, Gu Nuoer didn't talk to Song Youqing either.

Only laughing and chatting with Xie Yinxiang, the two of them looked at the field intently.

Song Youqing wanted to find an opportunity to explain it to her, but because of her face, she didn't know how to speak.

At this moment, gongs and drums sounded off the field, and the game started!

According to the order of drawing lots, Ye Siming and the others serve first.

Gu Nuoer was very excited, and she held up the banner with her little hand, excited.

Ye Siming has a cold temperament, even in the face of a strong enemy, he is calm.

He swayed the ball on the back of his foot, and suddenly made a move to swing the load. With this opening, the teenagers all started running.

The ladies in the stands also cheered for their favorite son.

Daqi is open to folk customs, at this time, the girls shouted generously—

"Song Qiyuan! Song Qiyuan is the most powerful!"

"General Song, rush!"

"Jiang Xiaohou, hurry up! You are the best!"

Gu Nuoer listened for a long time, but no one cheered her brother Siming!

Damn, how can this be done!

Actually, Gu Nuoer blamed them by mistake.

It's not that they don't want to call Ye Siming's name, it's that Ye Siming's usual attitude is cold and scary!

There were also ladies who saw his handsome features and wanted to get close.

They were all frightened back by his impatient eyes.

It feels like the next second, he will draw a sword and stab you!

I really don't know how the little princess endured it!

Gu Nuoer jumped off the chair, ran to the fence, and tried to hold her red banner on tiptoe.

She took a deep breath, exhausted all her strength, the little **** made a high-pitched voice, and went straight to the sky—

"Brother Siming, sure! Victory!"

At this time, a gust of wind was blowing, almost blowing the brocade cloth that covered the stands!

The girls were shocked and looked at Gu Nuoer's little back.

How did the little body of the princess burst out with such a high little milk voice?