MTL - Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

After the boy left with General Bai Yi.

General Bai took great pains to clean up his face.

He cut his messy hair and gave him a new dress.

Today, the young man is wearing a silver coat, and he is very cold, and his eyebrows are cold and dangerous.

General Bai Yi has no children of his own. He and his wife treat the boy as his godson.

It's just that the boy's nature is really cold and hard.

No matter how close you are, you can't get close.

The boy opened his hazel eyes, stared at Gu Nuoer and said, "I have a name, Ye Siming."

Gu Nuoer blinked her big eyes, and suddenly her little hand beckoned.

"Brother Siming, bow your head."

Ye Siming frowned in doubt, Gu Nuoer grabbed his sleeve, stood on tiptoe, and tried her hand to touch the top of his head.

The little guy is jumping back and forth, out of reach.

No way, Ye Siming had to bow his head slightly.

I only felt that Gu Nuoer's little hand brushed against his hair.

Afterwards, in the little guy's soft white palm lay a small red plum.

This fell on Ye Siming's hair when he was helping her catch the kitten.

Gu Nuoer put the red plum in his hand and smiled softly: "Brother Siming, I want to leave, for nothing~"

The little guy hugged the cat, jumped happily, and the buns shook his temples.

Looking at her small figure, Ye Siming fell into deep thought.

At this time, Wanyin, the maid of the imperial concubine Qiao Guifei, brought someone to the vicinity.

At a glance, I saw the little princess and the gloomy boy standing by the lake.

Wan Yin hurriedly put on her skirt and ran: "Your Highness Princess!"

Gu Nuoer raised her head and saw a familiar person.

She immediately spread her lips, smiled with a crescent moon, and a cute little dimple: "Sister Wanyin."

Wan Yin ran to her side and looked at the little princess back and forth.

After confirming that she was not injured, Wan Yin breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the kitten in Gu Nuo'er's arms, Wan Yin was a little surprised: "Huh? Isn't this the Liger and Tiger Garden, the little white tiger that was just delivered?"

He didn't bother to ask the little princess how she got this little white tiger out of her arms.

Wan Yin picked up Gu Nuo'er and walked back: "Princess, you sneaked out, the empress is so anxious."

The little guy was in Wanyin's arms, looking down at the little white tiger.

"It's meow~"

Wan Yin didn't recognize Ye Siming, picked up the little princess, nodded slightly, and left.

The little guy stuck out his little head in the arms of the maid, grabbed the cat's paw, and waved to Ye Siming together.

Ye Siming's eyes twinkled, and he smiled casually.

Wan Yin took Gu Nuoer back to the Qiushui Palace.

Seeing Concubine Qiao, Gu Nuoer immediately stretched out a small hand: "Mother~"

Concubine Qiao walked quickly and took her into her arms.

"Nuo Nuo, why are you so naughty, you don't tell your mother when you go out to play, and your mother is worried for a while!"

Gu Nuoer held the little white tiger in her small hands and showed it to Concubine Qiao.

"Liang dear, Nuonuo wants meow."

The expression of the little guy, Qiao Guifei can understand at a glance.

She looked down and said, "Where is this cat, it's a little tiger, Nuonuo, you can't have it, or it will grow up and hurt you."

Gu Nuo'er's crystal clear and moist grape eyes were suddenly filled with grievances.

She pursed her lips, and before she cried, tears filled her eyes.

Looking pitiful.

At this moment, Gu Yihan's voice came from the door.

"Nuo Nuo, the royal father is here to accompany you after work!"

Gu Nuo'er's eyes lit up, and she twisted her body to the ground.

Holding the little white tiger, he stumbled over, his little feet hurried.

"Daddy, Daddy!"

When he was in front of Gu Yihan, he accidentally sat down on his buttocks.