Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Chapter 1183: he kissed her teardrops

The shopkeeper did not dare to say no.

He knew that Ling Ping was the current prince!

Ye Siming moved quickly, and after a while, a small deep hole was dug out.

He raised his jaw: "It's alright."

Gu Nuo'er immediately used two small hands to hold the fish that had been braised and put it into the pit.

The little guy squatted beside him, not forgetting to pick up some petals from the ground and throw them in.

She said something to the pit: "If you are still a fish in the next life, I hope you will be a small fish that will not be eaten."

Ling Ping and the shopkeeper standing behind her, as well as a group of guys, were even more surprised.

Looking at a cute little girl with ice and snow, why is it a little abnormal?

Ye Siming noticed their gaze.

He looked back coldly, and spit out two words from thin lips: "Go out."

Ling Ping was taken aback.

Seeing Ye Siming's cold expression, he quickly turned around and pushed the shopkeeper and the guys out of the backyard.

Only Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer were left here.

The boy just turned around and squatted beside Gu Nuoer together.

However, he turned his eyes intently, looking at the expression on the little guy's face.

He hadn't seen her cry for a long time.

Gu Nuoer talked to the braised carp for a while, and then took the initiative to wipe away the tears with her little hand.

"Brother Siming, they must think I'm being hypocritical."

"But it's also a small fish. I can't stand the way it looked when it died."

Ye Siming said calmly: "I drove them all away, no one will think you are strange."

He understood the mood of the little thing.

In her eyes, it was like a person who saw a plate of human flesh being served.

Gu Nuo'er didn't know what to think, and tears fell out again.

She whimpered: "Buried here, maybe other naughty kittens will smell it and dig it out."

Ye Siming said as if coaxing a child: "It won't taste good if it touches the soil, cats don't like it."

"Really?" Gu Nuo'er turned to look at Ye Siming.

Her eyes, washed with tears, were watery, black and beautiful.

Just as her long eyelashes fluttered, another crystal teardrop flowed out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

Ye Siming's eyes were faint, staring at the teardrop that didn't slide down completely.

Sticking to the little guy's pink face.

His throat moved slightly, and there was a dark and deep color in his thin eyes.

She looks better than braised fish.

This thought just came out of Ye Siming's heart.

When he waited for him to react, he had turned his head slightly, leaned in and kissed the teardrop.

Gu Nuo'er opened her eyes, full of clarity and innocence, not knowing what happened.

The young man's thin eyes and long eyebrows are close at hand, rolling with thick ink and possession.

Ye Siming suddenly returned to his senses and moved away in a hurry.

Gu Nuo'er scratched her face with her little hand: "Brother Siming, what are you doing?"

Ye Siming hesitated for a moment, then turned his head to look elsewhere, his expression extremely unnatural.

"I...I tasted it. Fish tears are bitter. Cats don't like them. You don't have to worry."

Gu Nuo'er blinked, her expression innocent and cute.

Yes, she is also a small fish, and the taste is probably similar!

Afterwards, Ye Siming quickly filled in the soil with a **** as if to conceal a certain mood, and stepped on it again.

"Now you can rest assured, the cat can't dig it."

Gu Nuo'er jumped to his side and hugged his arm.

The little guy raised his watery eyes: "Am I really bitter, brother Siming, do you want to try it again, just in case."

Ye Siming was stunned, and the boy's expression flashed a panicked look.

He picked up Gu Nuoer and hurriedly left the backyard: "Don't be ridiculous!"

Gu Nuoer fluttered her hands and feet innocently: "Just try it again! I'm not worried!"

"It's bitter, don't taste it." The boy resisted resolutely.

Gu Nuoer snorted.

Ye Siming paused in his footsteps: "What's wrong?"

The little guy's aggrieved voice was a little weak: "Because...that braised fish...it's quite fragrant."

Her tone was as if she were a little sinner.

"..." After Ye Siming heard it, he was silent for a while, and suddenly a sneer came out of thin lips: "Gu Nuo'er, you troublesome little thing."