Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

It is easy to have money.

The store clerk quickly borrowed two clothes from the nearby poor people's homes according to the requirements of taking care of Nuoer.

When he was holding his clothes to the restaurant, he was stopped by a housekeeper.

"What's wrong with this guest?"

The family quickly handed him a silver ingot, and showed the direction of Gu Nuoer's private room upstairs with his eyes.

"Are you going to take this to the young lady and the young master?"

He obeyed the dandy son's arrangement and quietly followed Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer.

There are few people in the restaurant at the moment, only they have a private room.

So the things from the second shopkeeper must be for those two hairy children.

The shop assistant looked at his dress and thought it was a servant brought by Gu Nuoer.

"Yes, Miss wants it."

Jia Ding turned his eyes and asked, "Where did you get it?"

"Old Liu's house in Dongxiang," Seeing that his expression was wrong, the shop assistant was suspicious: "Are you this young lady's servant?"

The housekeeper wrote down the name of the old Liu family, but avoided answering the question from the second shopkeeper: "Since the little lady asked for it, you can send it quickly, don't let them wait."

After saying that, Jia Ding hurriedly turned and walked away.

The shop assistant frowned and muttered, "What a weirdo."

He didn't think about it, and sent the clothes into the room.

"Little Miss, Master, I found the clothes, but the little lady is too petite. The smallest one the villain found, I'm afraid it is also a bit big."

Gu Nuo'er took the clothes in her small hands and looked around, and she said, "It's okay."

It can never be more uncomfortable than wearing a pile of clothes!

The second shopkeeper smiled and said, "This is given by a family named Liu in the east lane. If the young lady wants to pay it back, she will give it back to them.

Old Liu is very nice. I heard that the young lady wanted it, so she brought two washed and clean ones. "

Gu Nuo'er nodded with satisfaction, and the second shopkeeper withdrew.

Yesiming folded his arms and said coldly, "I don't want to change."

He goes straight to the line, and if he encounters dishonest ones, he beats them up, isn't it much more convenient than this?

Gu Nuo'er looked at him and puffed up her cheeks: "No! Brother Si Ming has a handsome temperament, and at first glance, he looks like the son of a big family.

At that time, not only will the porridge not be deceived, but it will also be suspected, and I will not be able to observe whether they are honest and loose. "

The little guy ran to Ye Siming's side, put his clothes on his lap, stood on tiptoe, and touched his forehead with his little white hand.

"Brother Siming, be nice~"

She imitated the coaxing tone of a royal concubine, and comforted the boy in front of her.

Yesiming gritted his teeth: "Trouble."

He looked impatient and seemed unwilling to give in, but the next moment he stood up consciously and took his clothes to the side to change.

After a while, a pair of "poor brothers and sisters" walked out of the private room.

Gu Nuo'er's clothes were patched and cotton wool was exposed.

Wearing on her petite body, she looked pitiful.

And Ye Siming wore a thin long cotton robe with a stinky face.

Gu Nuoer handed over the clothes to the second shopkeeper and said with a smile, "Keep it for us first!"

With the nod of the second shopkeeper, the little guy grabbed Ye Siming's hand and stood at the end of the long queue.

The fluttering snowflakes fell on Gu Nuoer's hair and brows from time to time, but she didn't feel cold and looked in front of her curiously.

Ye Siming looked at him coldly for a long time, and suddenly said: "The people who come to get the porridge are all young people, not a woman, child, old man, or child?"

Seriously.

Gu Nuo'er looked forward when he said it.

They are indeed some young adults.