Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

With the hard work of the Ministry of Industry, Gu Nuo'er's small shop has been renovated at a faster pace.

I believe that it will not be long, waiting for the fall, it will be able to open.

This summer is hotter than usual.

Early in the morning, Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming went out in a carriage.

The little guy quietly stretched out his little milky hand, intending to take the ice-hand stove placed in the corner of the carriage into his arms.

However, as soon as she moved, Ye Siming, who was sitting beside her, closed her eyes and held her hand.

He said in a lazy tone: "Don't be greedy."

Gu Nuo'er blinked her long eyelashes, her white and pink face was full of anger!

Damn it, Brother Siming closed his eyes and still knew what she was going to do.

Gu Nuo'er said softly and coquettishly: "Brother Siming, please hold the ice stove for me. I won't eat the ice bowl today. Is it okay?"

Ye Siming opened his eyes and stared at her with a half-smiling smile: "Ice bowls are not edible in the first place. Did you forget that you were not feeling well two days ago?"

It was really hot that day.

Gu Nuo'er was greedy for the cold and ate a few more ice bowls.

Who knows, the next second the little guy will cry out for a stomachache.

But Ye Siming was startled and thought she was poisoned.

Ye Siming felt that the little guy was very fragile, so he strictly restrained him.

Gu Nuo'er puffed out her cheeks and sat on the side holding herself in her small hands, with a look of grievance.

Ye Siming pursed his lips: "Then I'll buy you some sweet cakes after school today, okay?"

Gu Nuo'er hummed: "It's barely okay!"

Just then, there was a commotion from the front of the carriage.

The carriage had to stop.

The coachman said into the curtain: "Princess, Marquis, someone in front of you seems to have fainted. Everyone gathered there to watch, the carriage can't pass."

Gu Nuo'er hurriedly jumped off the carriage when she heard it.

"Brother Siming, go take a look!"

Before Ye Siming could stop him, the little guy jumped out quickly.

Ye Siming picked up the curtain and watched Gu Nuoer run towards the crowd.

As soon as she pulled her little hand, she squeezed in to watch the fun.

He raised his eyebrows, smiled and shook his head.

"Chen Yin, go follow, don't let the princess be bullied." Ye Siming instructed the driver.

"Yes."

Gu Nuo'er was small, so she squeezed into the crowd smoothly and saw the person who fell to the ground.

This is an old man of about seventy years old, with gray hair and elegant and decent clothes.

But I don't know if it was hot or not, but it turned red all over.

He was not completely in a coma, his eyes were very confused, and he kept saying: "Water, give me a drink."

There were well-meaning people on the side and quickly sent a water bag over.

The old man drank with trembling hands, and sprinkled most of it on the front of his clothes. However, he was still thirsty.

Gu Nuo'er looked at him with an increasingly ugly face, red as if he was about to get used to it.

Even, the body is accompanied by uncontrollable spasms and tremors.

This appearance is very similar to the heat syndrome that the third brother said!

She hurriedly shouted in a soft voice, "Aunts and uncles, quickly help me and pull this old man to a ventilated place at the intersection over there!"

Then, she turned around and saw Ye Siming's driver, Chen Yin, following behind her.

"Brother Chen Yin, go and take down the ice stove on the carriage!"

Chen Yin hurriedly complied, leaving and returning.

Gu Nuoer followed the crowd and moved the old man to a cool, ventilated place.

Then he opened the ice furnace, and the water from the melted ice cubes dripped into his heart.

Immediately afterwards, the little guy closed the ice oven and gently pressed it against his forehead.

But after a moment, the old man stopped twitching, and his breathing was no longer so rapid.