Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter ( MTL )

Chapter 201-210

Chapter 201

Master Xue suddenly felt a biting coldness and chills from head to toe.

Forcing his legs to tremble, he finally fell to the ground and kowtowed: "I remember the emperor's teachings!"

This is the emperor's warning to Lord Xue.

All the officials wondered in their hearts, this time, why did the emperor change his previous style of killing people at will, and instead choose a hint of grief?

But now it's even more scary.

In the carriage, Gu Nuo'er was lying on the cushion, like a group of kittens, sleeping sweetly and returning to the cage.

Ye Siming glanced sideways at her many times, and took out an oiled paper bag.

After the slender knuckles were taken apart, a sweet scent wafted out immediately.

"Huh?" Gu Nuo'er sniffed her little nose, opened her eyes dazedly, and sat up with support: "What kind of taste acridine! It's so fragrant."

Ye Siming pressed his lips down and smiled calmly, pretending to be Seriously: "Sugar biscuits, I think you should be full for breakfast, can't you eat now?"

Sugar biscuits?

Gu Nuo'er hurriedly crawled to Ye Siming's side with small hands and feet, and looked at the golden and crispy sugar cake inside the oil-paper bag in his hand.

"Wow! It looks so much better than the dark one last time! It should be very sweet."

Ye Siming pursed his thin lips and handed the oil-paper bag to her, his tone still very arrogant: "You will know if you taste it. already?" The

little guy couldn't wait to reach out his hand, but as soon as he touched it, he retracted his hand hot.

"It's so hot!"

Her soft and white little finger flesh turned a deep red from the burn.

Gu Nuo'er involuntarily wet her eyes. Although she didn't want to cry, she was too delicate, so the pain was intense.

She blew her fingertips aggrievedly, raised her head and looked at Ye Siming, her long eyelashes fluttering, her tears would not fall, she looked weak, pitiful and helpless.

Ye Siming frowned, grabbed her wrist immediately, and pulled it to look at the burn.

The skin of the little thing was so delicate that it seemed like it was going to swell up just by touching it.

It was he who didn't think about it and forgot that she was a fragile baby.

Ye Siming saw how badly she was wronged, and his cold eyes showed helplessness: "I didn't remind you, I'm wrong, don't move."

After that, he grasped Gu Nuo'er's injured fingertips.

In an instant, a coldness spread from her little finger to her arm.

The burning pain quickly disappeared.

Gu Nuoer's eyes widened: "It doesn't hurt anymore! Brother Siming is so amazing, his palm is cold!"

Ye Siming sneered perfunctorily.

squeamish little thing.

He can only take care of it more carefully, he regards Gu Nuoer as a flower he raised.

This flower, than everything he had done before, had to spend more energy to take care of it.

He held her injured fingertips in one hand, reducing the heat for her.

With the other hand, he picked up the sugar cake, took the initiative to blow it, and put it under her lips: "I'll take it, you eat."

Gu Nuo'er opened her eyes: "Brother Siming, don't you feel hot? "

Not as squeamish as you are."

Gu Nuo'er lowered her head, bared her small teeth carefully, and took a bite.

Her wiggly little head shattered and trembled, so cute.

The little cheeks were fleshy, and they flicked with the chewing action.

Gu Nuo'er squinted her eyes happily when she ate something sweet.

Seeing her like this, Ye Siming couldn't help but raised his lips and gave a very light smile.

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious!"

Ye Siming lowered his eyes and suppressed a smile.

It's not in vain that he was thinking about this thing in the kitchen before dawn.

Gu Nuoer obediently bit the sugar cake in his hand, Ye Siming saw that she looked good.

He was very satisfied.

I'm starting to like this fragile milk bun a little bit.