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Chapter 1183 He Kissed Her Tears

Chapter 1183 He kissed her tears

The shopkeeper dared not say that it was not possible.

He knew that Ling Ping was the current prince!

Ye Siming moved very quickly, and in a short while, a small deep pit was dug out.

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

Gu Nuoer immediately held the braised fish with her two little hands and put it into the pit.

The little guy squatted beside him, and he didn't forget to pick up some petals from the ground and throw them in.

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

Ling Ping, the shopkeeper, and the group of friends standing behind her were even more surprised.

Why is it a bit abnormal to look at a cute little girl in Bingxue?

Ye Siming noticed their gaze.

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

Ling Ping was stunned.

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 then turned around and squatted beside Gu Nuoer.

However, he looked sideways intently and looked 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 before taking the initiative to wipe away tears with her little hands.

"Brother Si Ming, they must think I'm very pretentious."

"But I can't stand it when they die."

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

He understands the little thing's mood.

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

Gu Nuoer didn't know what she thought of, and tears fell out again.

She whispered: "Buried here, you may be smelled by other naughty kittens and dig it out."

Ye Siming said as if he was coaxing a child: "It will not be delicious if it is stained with soil, and the cat doesn't like it."

"Really?" Gu Nuoer turned his head and looked at Ye Siming.

Her eyes washed by tears were so watery that it was so dark and beautiful.

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

Ye Siming's eyes were faint, staring at the teardrop that had not completely slipped down.

It stuck to the little guy's pink face.

His throat moved slightly, and his thin eyes were covered with a dark and deep color.

She looks better than braised fish.

This thought just emerged from Ye Siming's heart.

When he realized it, he had turned his head slightly and leaned over to kiss the teardrop.

Gu Nuoer opened her eyes wide open, her eyes full of clearness and childishness, and she didn't know what was going on.

The boy's thin eyes and long eyebrows were rolling with thick ink and possession.

Ye Siming suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly moved away.

Gu Nuoer scratched her face with her little hand: "Brother Si Ming, what are you doing?"

Ye Siming hesitated for a moment, turned his head and looked elsewhere, his face extremely unnatural.

"I...I tasted it, the fish's tears are very bitter, and cats don't like to eat it, so you don't have to worry."

Gu Nuoer blinked, looking innocent and cute.

Yes, she is also a little fish, and the taste is probably the same!

Then, Ye Siming seemed to have a hoe to cover up his mood and quickly filled the soil with a hoe, and stepped it firmly again.

"Now you can rest assured that the cat can't be dug up."

But Gu Nuoer rushed to him and hugged his arm.

The little guy raised his watery eyes: "Is it really bitter? Brother Si Ming, do you want to try it again, just in case."

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

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

Gu Nuoer innocently flapped his hands and feet: "You can taste it again! I'm not relieved!"

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

Gu Nuoer whined.

Ye Siming paused and said, "What's wrong?"

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

Her tone seemed to be a little sinner.

"..." After hearing this, Ye Siming was silent for a while, and suddenly pulled his thin lips and sneered: "Gu Nuoer, you troublesome little thing."


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