Gu Nuoer looked at him with a chubby face, and Nuonuo said: "Brother Siming, we are not going to the street today. I will take you to a place where you can eat candies for free!"
Ye Siming lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Why is this little thing different every time?
The carriage drove slowly, and finally Gu Nuoer simply stuck out her butt and fell asleep on Ye Siming's lap without any image.
The little guy didn't know what he was dreaming about, and his little body twisted uneasily on the carriage.
A pair of cute little eyebrows were also tightly knitted, and cold sweat broke out on her chubby pink cheeks.
"Don't bite my foot, no, it hurts!"
She was talking in her sleep and moaning, as if she was about to cry.
Ye Siming was about to push her awake, but the little guy suddenly turned around, thrust his little feet directly into his arms, and stepped on his heart.
She was still crying: "Brother Siming, you can't bite my feet! Shut up, are you a big dog?"
Ye Siming was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth: "Gu Nuo'er, who do you think is a dog? Don't push yourself too far!"
He only bit the little guy's little finger once, and he didn't bite her hard enough, but it left such a deep shadow on her?
Will he eat her feet? What a joke!
Ye Siming had just finished his angry rebuke, but Gu Nuoer straightened his body and kicked his foot!
The little foot that had stepped on his heart just now had stepped on the bridge of Ye Siming's nose.
Visible to the naked eye, Ye Siming's forehead showed an imminent rage.
He stretched out his slender white palm and was about to give Gu Nuoer a punch to wake her up.
Who would have thought that when Ye Siming grabbed Gu Nuoer's ankle and lifted her up upside down.
But I saw tears streaming down her face, like a crying sad meat dumpling.
The little guy was still talking in his sleep: "It turns out you are very hungry... Okay, just give me a bite... If there are more, I will lose a toe!"
Ye Siming saw that even if she was lying down, she could still shed so many tears.
What a delicate little thing.
After looking at her for a while, he no longer wanted to deal with her.
He is a demon god, so why should he care about such a gadget with a lifespan of only a hundred years?
I don’t know how long it took, but Gu Nuoer finally woke up.
She rubbed her big watery eyes with her little hands and looked up——
I saw Ye Siming's beautifully curved jaw, very close at hand.
She actually lay in the crook of his legs and slept for who knows how long.
Ye Siming's face was cold, and he didn't know if he was getting impatient.
Gu Nuo'er yawned, with tears still on her face: "Brother Siming, how long have I been sleeping?"
Ye Siming sneered: "We're already here. I've waited for you to burn a stick of incense. Please wipe the tears off your face. Otherwise, you'll get a runny nose due to the cold wind. Don't say I don't care about you."
Gu Nuoer made a sweet sound, picked up Ye Siming's sleeve and wiped his face like a little cat.
When Ye Siming got off the carriage, he thought of what Wanyin said.
He neatly grabbed Gu Nuoer's collar and lifted the little guy down with him.
The carriage stopped outside the alley of a house. The decoration here was simple and the houses were relatively ordinary.
Gu Nuoer moved her little feet and counted the rooms: "The sixth one should be there, one...two...three..."
Ye Siming followed her until she stopped in front of the sixth house.
Gu Nuoer knocked on the door with her little hand: "Aunt Hu! I'm here to see you, Aunt Hu!"