Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuoer pouted: "Isn't it the same when I hold you?"

The little boy shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but I like my benefactor's brother."

Damn little brother!

Gu Nuo'er was rejected for the first time.

She fluttered her long eyelashes and puffed out her pink face pitifully, and finally had to say, "Forget it, I'm the eldest sister, so I don't care about you, brother Siming, just hold him."

Since Gu Nuoer spoke, Ye Siming did it directly.

Besides, he didn't want Gu Nuo'er to hold this kid.

So, on the next journey, Ye Siming led the little boy and walked in front.

Gu Nuoer walked behind, accompanied by Xie Yinxiang and Jiang Xiaoran.

And the servants Jiang Xiaoran brought, followed behind them with a pile of poetry, writing, pen and paper.

This is going to be given to the poor children who can't read books later.

At this moment, Gu Nuo'er's watery eyes looked ahead.

Ye Siming turned back from time to time to check her safety.

But the little boy was beside Ye Siming, cheering all the time, talking to him about his family.

"I have a grandmother who can cook delicious dishes. When I go home, my benefactor brother can bring your friends and come to my house for dinner!"

Ye Siming didn't listen carefully, just looked at Gu Nuo'er's small round, white and delicate face, as if a trace of depression was written on it.

What's the matter with the little thing?

The little boy was still chattering: "My name is Qi Jingsheng, grandma calls me Ah Sheng, and my benefactor's brother can also call me the same."

Ye Siming retracted his gaze, and then hummed.

Behind them, Jiang Xiaoran didn't notice Gu Nuoer's expression at all.

He smiled happily: "Don't say it, Si Ming looks more handsome when he takes his children seriously."

Xie Yinxiang glanced at him and gently touched him with his elbow.

Jiang Xiaoran has not yet reacted.

"Why are you touching me?"

Xie Yinxiang rolled his eyes at him: "Who touched you!"

Why can't I understand the wink, which pot can't be opened and which pot can't be lifted.

Gu Nuo'er has never been a stingy person.

But now I see that Ye Siming has a good character and goes to take care of the little boy.

The little guy has an indescribable feeling in his heart.

At this time, a group of people had already reached the foot of the mountain, and after a short walk, it was Qingxi Village.

Gu Nuo'er saw that the little purple wild flowers by the road were blooming just fine.

She hurriedly ran with her little feet, and after picking a few flowers, she directly caught up with Ye Siming and the others.

"Little brother!" Gu Nuo'er ran hu chi chi, her eyes were bright and well-behaved.

She handed over the little purple flowers: "the flowers on the roadside are fragrant, do you want to smell them?"

Qi Jingsheng said happily, "Thank you, sister!"

He stretched out his little hand, and Gu Nuoer handed over the flower.

The little guy's voice was soft and waxy: "Otherwise, I'll lead you, let's go ahead and take a look, there must be other flowers, more fragrant!"

Unexpectedly, Qi Jingsheng shook his head: "No need, I smelled the smell of old pine and cypress. It must be closer to the village where I live. Sister, let's not run around."

Gu Nuoer wanted to trick his little hand out of Ye Siming's palm.

It failed again.

The little guy's slender eyelashes flicked twice, and she raised her head and glanced at Ye Siming pitifully.

The young man was puzzled and asked, "What's the matter, are you hungry?"

Gu Nuoer puffed up her cheeks immediately.

"You're hungry, hum!"

As soon as she turned around, she walked towards Xie Yinxiang.

Ye Siming frowned in confusion.

Did he offend the little thing?