Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

After about half a column of incense, Ye Siming turned back.

"Okay." He was wearing a brocade robe and had already rubbed some gray stains: "It shouldn't leak, if it still leaks, it's bad luck for the old Zen Zen."

Kongjue hurriedly bowed and folded his hands together: "Amitabha, thank you, Lord."

In order to thank Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer, Kongjue invited them to stay for a fasting meal.

Gu Nuoer agreed quickly.

One of the best to help with fetching water, Kongjue went to live and burn the boiler.

Gu Nuo'er beckoned: "Brother Siming, lower your head."

Ye Siming half squatted down: "What?"

The little guy stretched out his soft and tender hand, and gently wiped away the black ash left on Ye Siming's cheek with his fingertips.

Ye Siming got close, his eyes sparkling: "Brother Siming, you've worked hard! I'll wipe the nest for you."

Her finger meat was very soft and tender, and her movements were light, Ye Siming raised his eyebrows with enjoyment.

The little things have a conscience.

"It's not hard work," he said, comforting the little guy so that she wouldn't worry.

Gu Nuoer fluttered her long eyelashes twice and muttered in a low voice, "Really? I still thought, Brother Siming has helped a lot, and I am willing to give Brother Siming a bite of his little finger as a thank you!"

Ye Siming sneered.

When does finger-biting become gratitude.

Does the little thing really think that he likes to bite?

Ye Siming lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on her soft pink face.

Well... it's not impossible to bite.

He immediately raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "What if I say hard work?"

Gu Nuo'er's eyes fluttered agilely, and she slammed her two little hands behind her back.

She puffed her cheeks and said softly, "Brother Siming, how can you go back on what you just said."

"Why, didn't you invite it? It's you, Gu Nuo'er, who wants to go back on it." After that, Ye Siming stood up and raised his eyebrows with a deep smile: "You kindly invited me, but I am disrespectful."

Gu Nuo'er blinked, and then suddenly twisted her body and ran in the yard with her small skirt.

Ye Siming stepped up and pretended to chase it twice, which made Gu Nuo'er laugh out a series of flustered little milky voices.

"Brother monk, help acridine, someone wants to eat children!"

Gu Nuoer happened to run down the corridor, and the little monk came out with a plate of green vegetables.

Just out of the pan, still hot.

Seeing that Gu Nuoer was about to collide, Ye Siming's expression turned cold, he quickly stepped forward, and took her back with the collar of the little thing.

The number one was also startled, but luckily the dishes were not beaten!

Ye Siming frowned, staring at the number one: "Walk and watch the road."

Counting one or two small hands tightly holding the edge of the plate, nodded silently: "I, I, I know!"

This big brother is so scary!

With a plate in his hand, he slipped away.

Ye Siming put Gu Nuoer down, the little guy immediately hugged his waist, raised his head and said, "Brother Siming, truce, Nuobao is tired from running!"

He lowered his eyes and saw that the little guy was really panting, and his little face was full of red.

A pair of black eyes, like pearls, big and bright.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "Then let you go first."

Gu Nuo'er let out a sigh of relief.

After a while, Kongjue finished all the dishes.

Gu Nuo'er looked at the two large plates of green vegetables on the table, as well as a fried tofu, and in front of everyone, there was only soup but no rice in the bowl.

Kongjue was a little embarrassed: "The reduction in the temple made the two donors suffer."