Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Ye Siming paused slightly and walked slowly to the side of the bed.

He looked down condescendingly, and the little guy patted again: "Come on acridine!"

Ye Siming hesitated for a moment, but chose to lie down.

Gu Nuoer instructed him: "Put down the curtain of the bed."

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows slightly.

Are you going to put down your bedclothes?

He did as he was told.

Gu Nuo'er sat up and turned to look left and right.

The little guy didn't seem to be satisfied: "Well, two more lights have to be turned off, leaving only one."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Siming activated his mana, and the two bean-sized candles in the room suddenly went out.

The light suddenly became dim.

The remaining candle was placed on the table closest to their bed.

The dark yellow light shone the clear shadow on the bed.

The little guy was satisfied, and she got back into the quilt.

Ye Siming lay down on his side, so that he could prop up his head in a leisurely manner, his light and deep eyes were on the little man in front of him.

"After struggling for so long, is it time to sleep?"

"Sleep?" Gu Nuo'er blinked her dark eyes: "I'm not going to sleep, brother Siming, just wait, there will be a good show later!"

"Good show?"

As soon as he questioned, the little guy stretched out soft fingers and pressed his lips.

Then, there was a clever look in a pair of black eyes: "Shh, keep your voice down, if the bad guy hears it, she won't come in."

Ye Siming was silent.

The little hand on his lips has not been taken away.

As long as he is cruel, he can bite.

Ye Siming thought for a while, but still didn't do it.

Satisfying the appetite for a while, but making the little things cry, it's not worth it.

At the same time, Wen Fuling entrusted her son to her father, Wen Zheng.

Lian Ji was already asleep, completely unaware that he was handed over to his grandfather by his mother.

"Father, success or failure, this time, you just need to take good care of Jill, so that I have no worries, and when I become the general's wife, I hope you will have no worries for the rest of your life!"

Wen Zheng waved his hand: "Go, go."

Although Wen Fu and Wen Fuling are his daughters.

However, Wenff had been away from home since she was a child and had no relationship with him at all.

Wen is selfish.

Which daughter can benefit him, he prefers which one.

Wen Fu is now Bai Yi's wife of the general, but she has never given him any favors.

Therefore, Wen Zheng wished that Wen Fuling got on General Bai's bed.

Anyway, which daughter is not the general's wife?

Just give him the money and that's it!

Wen Fuling was wearing a thin shawl, and the clothes inside were a little unobtrusive, and the close-fitting clothes outlined her beautiful figure.

Although she has had children, her figure is no worse than that of a little girl.

Wen Fuling wrapped her thin shawl tightly and pushed the door out.

The autumn evening wind was a little cold, blowing on her face, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Somehow, she suddenly remembered what the little princess said.

Rongrong might be standing in a corner watching her.

Wen Fuling shuddered, forcing herself to lower her head, and no longer dared to look behind the dark corners of the trees to see if there was a ghostly figure hidden behind them.

She had just inquired a while ago.

Bai Yi was drunk, and Mrs. Bai was busy cooking sober soup.

It only takes a moment for her to succeed.

Wen Fuling was not afraid of Madam Bai's sudden return.

At that time, when the raw rice is cooked, Bai Yi does not want to be responsible, but has to be responsible!

Wen Fuling walked into the yard and found that there was no maid on duty outside tonight.

Her vigilance was a little more relaxed.

God is really helping her!

Wen Fuling knocked gently on the door: "Brother-in-law... Fuling has something to ask for, can I see you now?"