Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

After they all enter the palace.

At the corner of the alley not far away, a figure flashed by.

Afterwards, he quickly climbed over the wall and entered the house from the corner of the side courtyard of the Wei Mansion.

Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming strolled in Wei Cang's house.

Looking at the pavilions and pavilions in his mansion, they all have his own temperament.

That is very serious and heavy.

No fancy decorations at all.

Small rockeries, courtyards, trees and stone tables can be seen everywhere.

Monotonous and dull.

Gu Nuo'er can also see it.

Wei Cang was over thirty, and he didn't even marry a wife.

There are no children at home, it is not lively~

Behind the little guy, standing under the tree, he sighed like a little adult.

Wei Cang went to arrange for the kitchen to prepare food for her.

Lu Jiaqing said that his body was dirty and he couldn't stand it, so he went to take a bath.

At this moment, only Ye Siming and Gu Nuo'er stood in the yard and enjoyed it.

Ye Siming suddenly said lightly, "Gu Nuo'er."

The little guy looked back: "Huh?"

"Has Hu greasy been suffocated to death?" The boy's eyebrows and eyes were black, like a sea of ​​ink.

When he said that, he didn't frown.

Gu Nuoer's eyes widened immediately.

Oh yes, just in a hurry, I just took a piece of cloth and wrapped it up.

I have been struggling just now, how can this not move.

Gu Nuoer quickly unpacked.

Inside, a furry little red fox has been sultryly sticking out its tongue and fainted with half-squinted eyes.

Gu Nuo'er looked sad: "Sorry, little fox mud is dead."

"Brother Siming, let's bury it here."

The little guy squatted down and put Hu greasy on the ground.

Ye Siming also bent down.

His thin lips moved slightly, and he raised his brows coldly: "If you bury it, you have to dig a deep hole, or you will be dug out."

Gu Nuo'er's little face was full of contemplation, and she nodded.

At this moment, Hu Gu couldn't listen anymore.

He opened his eyes, stared at the two, and complained, "Heartless!"

After being stuffy for so long, now it just fainted, and this wolf and a fish even discussed burying it!

Too much!

When two people discuss bad things, they are like a couple, black belly!

Gu Nuo'er saw that it was awake, and smiled: "Xiaohumu, you are finally awake, otherwise, Brother Siming will dig a hole here and bury you later!"

Ye Siming on the side suddenly frowned.

The thin eyes turned to the little guy, and the reckless look provokes a sneer.

"Planing, pit?" He looked at the little guy's soft face and lips, and gritted his teeth slightly.

Gu Nuo'er pursed her lips, and Shui Lingling looked to the side with guilty conscience.

"Well, maybe the wording is a bit inaccurate..."

Hu greasy stood up and shook his fluffy tail.

It sniffed its nose: "It's so fragrant, it's the smell of roast chicken!"

After all, it slipped and turned into a red shadow, running far in the courtyard.

Don't forget to leave a sentence: "When I finish eating, you can leave!"

Gu Nuo'er looked at Hu Greasy's figure and disappeared in an instant.

She blinked her long eyelashes: "What if the little fox mud is discovered?"

Ye Siming hummed, folded his arms and said, "Then let it be made into a fox velvet scarf, and I'll buy it for you."

Gu Nuoer was about to speak, but Ye Siming looked back suddenly and alertly.

With long eyebrows and sharp eyes, he looked at a person who sneaked out from behind the corner.

The man leaned against the wall and waved to Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming.

Gu Ziliang lowered his voice: "Nuo'er, Marquis Yongye, come here!"

On Gu Nuo'er's small face, her black eyes suddenly widened.

It's the tenth brother, how come he is here!