Ye Siming lowered his eyes and looked at the little guy in front of him with his hips on his hips, his small face was pink and his tender lips were pursed.

He raised his eyebrows: "Then I won't give it next time, just beat her up, okay?"

Gu Nuo'er waved her little finger: "That's not possible, Brother Siming, you will act with conspicuous eyes in the future!"

Ye Siming chuckled: "What should I do if I don't understand?"

"How come, let's try it now."

After all, the little guy narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows again.

"Brother Siming, do you understand?"

Ye Siming pondered: "It's too obscure to understand."

The little guy opened his two soft and tender arms and blinked again: "So what?"

The boy's eyes darkened with ink, but it was stained with a little bit of a star-like smile.

He whispered, "I understand, I'm asking for a hug."

After all, he leaned over and took the little guy into his arms.

Gu Nuo'er waved her small hand and struggled back and forth with her small body: "No! I mean, I want such a big sweet cake!"

Ye Siming didn't listen to her Xiao Nianyin's anxious explanation, and only hugged the little guy wholeheartedly, feeling the sweet and greasy aroma on her body.

After a while, the old lady walked in with a seventeen-year-old girl.

The girl was reluctant, and was screwed in by two tortoise slaves with their arms tightly clasped.

She was wearing a shabby dress, with blood and scars on her exposed arms.

As soon as she entered the door, she was thrown to the ground with a "bang".

Gu Nuo'er sat on Ye Siming's lap and waved her little hand quickly: "Slow down, don't drop her!"

Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly stood up suddenly, directly strangling the bustard's neck.

"I don't accept guests!" she roared, with a hint of forbearance in her voice.

The old lady hurriedly waved her arms, coughing for help: "Come... someone! Catch her!"

The turtle slave on the side hurried forward and grabbed the girl.

The old man was holding the table, coughing constantly, and it took a long time to recover.

"You dead girl, you are really a demon! I don't care, miss, this slave family will be sold to you, whether you live or die, you can do whatever you like! This is her contract of betrayal!"

Saying that, the old man slapped a piece of paper on the table.

He quickly ran away with the turtle slave.

As if afraid that Gu Nuoer would go back on it, he left the hard-boned Ning Chudie behind.

After the door was closed, Gu Nuoer wanted to go down to help Ning Chudie.

Nai He Ye Siming hugged her small body tightly.

He whispered: "Don't go now, she is emotionally unstable, so as not to hurt people."

Gu Nuo'er raised her head: "But brother Siming will protect the nest, right?"

Ye Siming heard the words, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's okay."

He put the little guy on the ground.

Gu Nuo'er was right.

The little man ran to Ning Chudie with little feet, and she stretched out her fleshy white and tender little hand and held her slender arm.

I want to help people up with my little effort.

However, his strength was too low, and the last buttocks squatted and sat on the soft cushion.

Ning Chudie came back to her senses, lay on the ground, and looked up at Gu Nuoer.

Immediately, he looked into a pair of extremely clear and beautiful eyes.

She doesn't know yet that Gu Nuo'er will be the turning point in her life.

Such a pair of beautiful eyes will always give her great encouragement and courage in the days to come.

Now, Ning Chudie just stood up vigilantly, she was swaying and her posture was unstable.

Her eyes were stubborn: "I...I don't accept guests! I can only play the piano..."

The prostitute just said that she sold her to this little girl.

Ning Chudie heard it.