Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

But to be on the safe side, Bai Yi didn't want the princess to be infected too.

After all, the princess is still so small, and her body is not as strong as adults.

Gu Nuoer was very worried about Mrs. Bai.

She insisted on going.

"Wo only take a look at the door, okay?"

Bai Yi wanted to shake his head.

Gu Nuoer immediately looked at Ye Siming.

There was a pitiful longing in her big wet eyes.

Ye Siming's brows sank, and he said, "Okay."

Bai Yi was stunned: "Si Ming, no, if this is..."

Ye Siming interrupted him: "I'm holding Gu Nuo'er, it's fine."

The group came to Bai Yi's yard.

Before entering the house, Gu Nuoer squinted just looking at the roof.

This dark and light breath is not a disease!

However, looking at this color, it should be the kind that is not serious.

Gu Nuo'er had slept in this room before.

Therefore, there is still the residue of her koi mana.

If it was a common disease, I am afraid that it would have been defeated by the spiritual power of the koi.

However, there is still such a black smoke like a light fog.

It means that Mrs. Bai should have had a very serious illness.

But unconsciously, with the help of her mana, the symptoms should have eased.

Sure enough, Gu Nuoer just thought about it when she heard Bai Yi say from the side: "Recently, my wife is much better, but not completely. I'm afraid she won't be able to put on some Fendai later, the makeup is not good, please don't mind the princess. ."

Gu Nuo'er's little nurse said obediently, "Uncle Bai, you and Wo are too out of touch. It doesn't matter, Aunt Bai is very beautiful without makeup!"

The two maids guarding the door saw the little princess coming.

They hurriedly called into the door: "Madam, the princess has come down."

Gu Nuo'er suddenly raised a small milk voice.

"Aunt Bai, don't get busy. I'll see you outside the door. Don't come out and get cold! Take good care of your illness, and you'll be better tomorrow!"

The koi mantra, like a tiny blue light, dashed into the room quickly and unobtrusively.

Ye Siming didn't notice anything unusual.

It just felt that the little guy in his arms seemed to smell more fragrant.

That sweet but not greasy soft taste.

Makes him want to try it.

After a while, Madam Bai's voice came from the door.

Compared to before, she was full of anger, and now she spoke, her voice was a little hoarse.

"His Royal Highness, cough...Thank you for coming, I'm fine, but now I'm sick, I can't see you, I'll see you next time when I recover, come again, I'll cook something delicious for you."

Gu Nuo'er said sweetly.

In the evening, the two cooks who were originally there went home on leave.

Bai Yi is a clumsy cook, so every home-cooked meal at night is made by Ye Siming.

Gu Nuo'er ate so much that she didn't even know that there were grains of rice on her little face.

Ye Siming saw it next to him and took it off for her.

Bai Yi felt incredible.

"Si Ming, when will you cook?"

Ye Siming replied calmly: "A time when I didn't know, it happened in an accidental moment."

Is this thing still self-taught?

It's still so delicious!

Bai Yi frantically dried two bowls of rice in confusion.

After Gu Nuoer finished eating, she and Bai Yi, one big and one small, had a bulging belly.

Let out a happy burp.

The next people came and took away the tableware.

Gu Nuo'er looked at Ye Siming and said, "Brother Siming, the house my father gave you, take me to see it tonight, okay?"