Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

    She wants to pick out a favorite, and Gu Yihan will reward this person.

    Gu Nuo'er's round eyes swept over the four treasures of the study, ancient books and scrolls, a pile of silver, gold and silver jewelry, paintings by famous artists, etc.

    No response for a long time.

    The people below looked anxious.

    Which one does the little princess like? Why don't you choose?

    Gu Yihan put Gu Nuo'er on the table, and everyone's attention fell on the little milk bag.

    Gu Nuo'er climbed up to the book and pulled her little hand twice, as if she had lost interest.

    She twisted her little **** and turned, and touched the gold and silver jewelry, but she still had no choice.

    In the end, Gu Nuo'er seemed to see a cloud of black energy flashing past.

    The little guy hurriedly raised his head to find the origin of this black light.

    Her fluttering big eyes, clear eyes swept over everyone one by one.

    Suddenly, the line of sight stopped at one, with hands down and head down, standing on the nanny next to the long column.

    A faint layer of black air lingered on her waist.

    No one else can see it.

    Gu Nuoer shouted in her mouth: "Break it and break it."

    She hugged the corner of the table with her small hands, slipped along the tablecloth, and slid to the ground.

    The little guy was like a little milk bun, all of a sudden, he fell on the soft carpet.

     The person next to her was nervous.

    I'm afraid that the little princess will fall and hurt like this.

    But, Gu Nuo'er twisted her little **** and sat up again.

    Then quickly crawled towards the black-breathing Mammy.

    Gu Yihan stood up: "Nuo Nuo, where do you want to go?"

    Everyone's eyes followed the little princess until she climbed to a nanny.

    Gu Nuoer is tired.

    "Huh...rest rest..." She sat up straight and looked up at the mammy.

    I saw that Mammy did not know why, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead nervously.

    The three-year-old milk dumpling in front of her is obviously still a little baby.

    The eyes are full of innocence and clearness, and they are lovable in a blink of an eye.

    However, she was still nervously and unconsciously pinching the corner of her clothes.

    Mammy gave a uglier smile than crying: "Little princess, what's your order?"

    Gu Nuo'er tilted her head to confirm that the faint black aura on her body came out from the small package around the waist of the mother.

    The little guy stretched out two white and tender hands and threw them directly on the mother's legs.

    Then hooey hoops up.

    until the little hand grabbed the small sachet around the mother's waist.

    Mommy's face suddenly became flustered.

    "Princess, let go!"

    Unexpectedly, Gu Nuoer not only did not let go.

    She also began to cry in a milky voice: "There are bad things here!"

    Concubine Qiao stood up from the chair, she frowned slightly.

    Since Gu Nuoer was one year old, the little guy seems to be very spiritual and can predict good and bad things.

    Once, Concubine Qiao wanted to take her one-year-old little Nuoer to Taishi Temple to make a vow.

    I didn't expect that the little guy would cry non-stop before leaving.

    I even hugged the bedpost, but refused to go.

    At first, Concubine Qiao thought it was Gu Nuoer who didn't want to go out and was angry.

    It was only later that night that I found out that there were bandits on the mountain road to Taishi Temple!

    Not only did it hurt several people, I heard that a maid fell off the cliff!

    This can predict good and bad things, and it has happened several times.

    Concubine Qiao now has a tacit understanding with her daughter.

    That is she knows that Xiao Nuoer is obedient and well-behaved, and will never be unreasonable.

    At this moment, Concubine Qiao's eyes sank.

    She looked at the palace maid Wanyin beside her: "Go and check, what is this mama carrying!"

    "Yes!"

    Seeing the maid next to the imperial concubine approaching, the maid was even more flustered.