Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuo'er raised her little head and squinted her eyes for a while.

nodded and praised in a milky voice: "It's beautiful!"

Qu Niang came out and said, "This tree is good, but will passersby see that there is still a shop here?"

Gu Nuoer waved her little finger: "No way, Aunt Qu, I ask you, if you pass by and see two trees shadowing, will you be curious?

Moreover, our door is not completely blocked, everyone will feel novel, come and have a look! "

Ye Siming took a look at the location of the acacia tree.

I saw the swaggering pale red flowers all over the tree, which was in the peak blooming season.

He raised his eyebrows: "I bought this acacia tree from Taishi Temple. It has been influenced by incense and should bring some popularity."

The old **** head was originally covered with a straw hat, and was lying in the shade of a tree to bask in the sun.

Hearing this, he quickly took off his hat, staring at him, as if incredulous.

"Taishi Temple is a national temple! The acacia tree there is a spiritual tree, can you buy it?"

Yesiming looked calm and calm: "Why not?"

Gu Nuo'er blinked: "Brother Siming, shouldn't you put the sword on the monk's neck?"

Yesiming frowned: "No."

"No threat that he must sell it to you?"

"No."

Ye Siming couldn't help but look cold.

What kind of unreasonable look is he in the heart of the little thing?

Yesiming said solemnly: "I asked for a tree, and the old monk asked me to take whichever one I liked. I never took this acacia tree in vain, and gave me a lot of sesame oil money. Bring it back."

Gu Nuoer touched the tree trunk with her little hand.

I thought, Grandpa monk is so generous!

In the sunlight, the leaves of the acacia tree flutter in the wind, like a bullied child.

Gu Nuo’er seemed to hear his heart—

"Hey, people eat incense every day and feel comfortable, but now they are moved here by the wind and the sun. If it wasn't for fate, I would die now and show him!"

The little guy burst out laughing.

Yesiming lowered his eyes: "What are you laughing at, don't you believe it?"

I knew earlier that the old monk should be brought up together and let him explain to Gu Nuoer himself.

Gu Nuo'er shook her head and said with a smile, "That's not it!"

Her little hands slowly touched the trunk of the tree, as if to comfort, and as if talking to herself.

"Don't worry, I will treat you well."

Gu Nuoer turned her head and invited Ye Siming to decorate the two acacia trees with her.

The little guy asked Mammy Hu to take out some red silk that had been prepared for a long time.

"Brother Siming, hold me up, I'll hang!"

Ye Siming picked up Gu Nuoer and sat her on his shoulders.

Gu Nuo'er's little hands are white and tender, holding sections of bright red silk, hanging on the acacia tree with green leaves and pale pink flowers.

"Huh... hang up a few more, and look at the wind from a distance, it must be very beautiful."

Gu Nuoer was busy for a while, looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction.

Yesiming raised his eyes to look at her, and a smile curved his lips.

The little ones are really easy to satisfy.

Thinking of this, Ye Siming decided not to take the opportunity to step on the nameless grass.

It's not good to make Gu Nuoer cry and make her sad.

The sun is warm and the summer breeze is blowing.

Under the two pavilion trees, the little girl squinted her eyes and was covered in sweat.

The teenager beside her looked at her with a smile, with light in her eyes.