Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Zhang Yuanyi sticks out her tongue and pretends to be weird: "You will blow!"

Hu greasy akimbo: "Let's compare? If you lose, call me brother Hu!"

"Compare, be afraid of you!"

The two of them said a few words, and then they became noisy again.

Gu Nuo'er and Ting Tong looked at each other and smiled.

In order to take care of Ting Tong, Gu Nuoer always stood by her side.

Hu Greasy and Zhang Yuanyi seldom threw snowballs on them, but most of them threw them under their feet.

Even so, Ting Tong was very happy to play.

Zhang Yuanyi made a bet with Hu greasy, and now she is in high spirits.

Even the clothes were soaked by the broken snow, and he didn't care at all.

Zhang Yuanyi quickly wrapped a snow ball from the ground, raised her hand and threw it at Hu greasy!

Hu Greasy didn't dodge for a while, and the snowball hit him on the forehead!

Sudden!

Hu greasy covered his head, "Ouch".

Zhang Yuanyi, Gu Nuoer and Ting Tong hurried over.

"What's wrong?"

I saw Hu greasy bent over and picked up the half of the snowball that was not broken.

It turned out that there was a small pebble in the snowball!

The three girls opened their eyes.

Hu greasy hissed and gasped in pain: "Zhang Yuanyi, you're so black!"

Zhang Yuanyi hurriedly waved her little hand: "I didn't see a stone wrapped in the snowball, it wasn't intentional! Hu Hu, does it hurt?"

Hu greasy stomped his feet, and his romantic fox eyes stared at grievance, and cried out loudly: "It hurts to death!"

Gu Nuo'er couldn't help but chuckle.

"Okay, okay, be careful next time, it looks like it's a little broken, go to the military doctor to see it?"

Hu greasy waved his hand: "Forget it, the mere flesh wounds, what's the point!"

Suddenly, a jade-white hand stepped forward with a handkerchief wrapped in snow.

"Young Master Hu can apply it to avoid bruising around the wound tomorrow."

Gu Nuo'er and Zhang Yuanyi looked back, Ting Tong's face was gentle and smiling.

Hu greasy startled: "Ah... Thank you Princess Tingtong for your kindness."

He took the veil, pressed it on his head, frowned, and then sighed: "It's cold, but it's very comfortable."

Ting Tong lowered her eyes and smiled sadly: "I am no longer a princess. If you don't mind, call me Ting Tong."

Gu Nuo'er blinked her long eyelashes and said, "After playing for so long, I'm a little cold. The chef and their meal should be ready, let's go back!"

Everyone turned around, but saw the Fourteenth Prince standing not far away.

It looked like he was about to speak, but he didn't speak for some reason.

Seeing Gu Nuoer and the others coming, a trace of complexity flashed in Gu Zibei's eyes.

His eyes were steady and he waved his hand: "Nuoer, it's time to eat, come back!"

Gu Nuo'er hurriedly raised her skirt, like a jumping bird, and ran to Gu Zibei's side.

Gu Zibei raised his hand and brushed the snow dust from her hair.

"Frozen's nose is red. I'll ask the chef to prepare **** soup for you in a while."

Gu Nuo'er nodded, she looked back, and found that Ting Tong avoided them and was about to leave silently.

She suddenly raised her voice: "Ting Tong, will you come over to drink **** soup later?"

Ting Tong's footsteps stopped, and she turned her head to look.

Those cowardly and weak eyes first looked at Gu Nuoer, and finally at Gu Zibei.

Gu Zibei's thin lips pursed tightly, as if he had no objection.

So Tingtong nodded and bowed to Gu Nuoer: "Thank you princess."

After she left, Gu Nuo'er looked at her brother from Ting Tong's.

Gu Zibei's face was calm and natural, his eyes were dark and deep, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

However, why does she feel that the relationship between the fourteenth brother and Ting Tong does not seem to be that simple?