Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Ye Siming sneered: "I was watching when they painted it just now. It's not difficult, I feel like I've learned it."

He looked down at the round-faced little guy beside him.

Ye Siming couldn't help but reached out and scratched the tip of her nose.

"Do you want me to do the rest?"

Gu Nuo'er puffed up her cheeks, not to be outdone: "I don't want it! This is for my father, and I will also contribute!"

She waved her little hand again and said, "Brother Siming, go to the opposite side and paint my grandma's clothes. It should be sapphire blue, and the inner collar should be shisha!"

The color materials have been adjusted by the officials just now, and they are set aside, so it is not difficult.

Ye Siming walked across from Gu Nuo'er. He raised his eyes slightly and saw the little guy who was seriously smearing the little wooden sword.

The way she lowered her head made her little face look like a pouting, more round and lovely.

Ye Siming licked his thin lips.

He was thinking, if she bit her face lightly, would she cry?

Gu Nuo'er probably saw that Ye Siming hadn't moved yet.

She raised her head, and under her thin eyebrows, a pair of large, smart eyes were filled with innocence.

"Brother Siming, start now!"

Ye Si clearly calmed down, then lowered his head and started coloring.

Xu Shi knew that Gu Nuo'er was coming, and the steward of the library was standing outside the door, not letting others come in to disturb him.

Inside the hall, there was only the quiet rustling of brushes falling on paper.

The excellent sunlight of spring poured in from the window and fell on the boy and the little person, forming a special "painting".

He sits upright, his eyebrows are stern and unrestrained, but he looks intently at the pen.

And Gu Nuoer's whole body was half-lying on the table, drawing the shoes of the first queen.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Siming completed the task that Gu Nuoer had assigned to him.

But when he raised his head, he found that Gu Nuoer fell asleep on the table at some point!

Ye Siming was stunned for a moment, then chuckled lightly.

His voice was low: "Is this asleep?"

Just then, a butterfly flew in from the window behind him.

It flapped its wings and flew around the table, and after a while, it landed in Gu Nuo'er's hair.

Ye Siming frowned slightly.

Does this affect the little things sleeping?

He stretched out his hand slowly, just about to drive away.

The butterfly took off by itself, but the next second, it stopped on the back of Gu Nuo'er's hand!

Ye Siming narrowed his eyes, stretched out his palm, and quickly covered the butterfly.

Who would have thought that at this moment, the butterfly flew up, but Ye Siming's hand did not grab it, but placed it gently on the back of Gu Nuo'er's hand.

The boy quickly went to check Gu Nuo'er's expression.

I saw that the little guy just grunted twice, as if he was about to wake up.

But in her sleep, her little hand subconsciously grabbed Ye Siming's fingertips.

Gu Nuoer's strength is not great, but this move seems to be full of dependence.

Ye Siming was stunned. Soon, he lowered his eyebrows and smiled. In his handsome eyes, Gu Nuo'er was tinged with gentleness, diluting the original dark lacquer.

Now that she's asleep, he's going to bite her lightly, shouldn't he wake the little thing?

Ye Siming leaned forward and leaned slightly across the table.

When he was still a few inches away from Gu Nuoer.

The butterfly that just came back, I don't know when, landed on Gu Nuo'er's eyes.

The little guy was completely awakened.

She sat up quickly, and Ye Siming returned to his position very quickly.

It's just that his fingertips were still caught by Gu Nuo'er in his small hands.

Gu Nuo'er blinked Kongmeng's big, bewildered eyes: "Why am I falling asleep!"