Chapter 394 - 394 To Think That I Like Elder Brother Siming the Most!
The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter
394 To Think That I Like Elder Brother Siming the Most!
Ye Siming pulled her into his arms. âIf youâre tired, then donât explain anymore. Iâll bring you back.â
Gu Nuoâer nodded.
She waved at Old Jiang and the others. âIâll go back and think about how to teach you guys. Grandpa Jiang, Nanny Hu, and Auntie Qu, donât be anxious!
âItâs not that you guys canât learn, but Nuoâer hasnât figured out how to be a little teacher yet. Iâll go back and study this!â
Even though her voice was a little hoarse from talking, she didnât forget to comfort these elders.
Old Jiang placed his hands behind his back. âHurry up and go back. Youâre just a child, so how can you not be tired?â
Ye Siming saw that Gu Nuoâer was indeed a little tired, so he asked her to wait in the shop for a while.
He rode his horse and left. Not long later, he personally drove a carriage back.
Gu Nuoâer stood in front of the two tall horses and widened her eyes.
Elder Brother Simingâs carriage was so gorgeous.
Two tall and strong red horses were pulling a carriage covered in silk. The four corners of the roof looked like a pavilion with tassels hanging down.
Even the jade necklace hanging from the horseâs neck looked expensive.
Beside the curtain was an emblem.
On it was the word âYongyeâ.
Ye Siming nimbly jumped off the carriage and saw that the childâs eyes were bright as she looked at the tall horse curiously.
He explained, âWhen His Majesty conferred me the title, he gave me a carriage that he didnât usually use. Itâs just right for you to sit in.â
The other carriages were a little bumpy and the seats were hard.
The carriage that the emperor had given him was covered with three layers of soft cushions. It was definitely suitable for Gu Nuoâer.
At this moment, the real coachman crawled out of the carriage on his last breath.
His face was pale as he said directly, âMarquis, your driving speed is too fast. In my daze, I thought that we were flying.â
Earlier, Marquis Yongye despised him for being too slow and asked him to sit in the back while he drove.
Unexpectedly, the wheels seemed to have wings and were extremely fast.
Ye Siming glanced at him. âDrive slower later and donât bump.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYes.â
Ye Siming carried Gu Nuoâer into the carriage.
The child stuck her head out of the window and waved at Nanny Hu and the others.
Then, she retracted her small body and fell onto the soft cushion.
She patted her chubby cheeks and said in a soft voice, âIâm so tiredâ¦â
As she spoke, she put her small feet into Ye Simingâs arms.
âElder Brother Siming, give me a massage!â
Ye Siming lowered his head and looked at the childâs white socks.
Her wrapped feet were like a catâs. As she stretched, she opened her fingers and then tightened them.
She looked cute. Ye Siming compared her foot to his hand and realized that could hold it with one hand.
Gu Nuoâer was really too small and fragile.
Ye Siming felt that it wasnât appropriate for him to do anything.
For some reason, his ears subconsciously turned red.
He looked elsewhere awkwardly and kept his hands away from her small feet.
âTake them away. I donât know how.â
Gu Nuoâer sat up pitifully. âAlright, Elder Brother Siming is really heartless to me.â
Her two fair and soft fingers touched each other and her pink lips pouted. Her voice was soft. âTo think that I like you the most!â
When Ye Siming heard this, he suddenly turned around.
He raised his long eyebrows, his eyes filled with curiosity.
âYou like me the most?â
âThatâs right!â Compared with big meow, small meow, and the plants that she grew, Elder Brother Siming treated her the best.
Of course she liked him.
Ye Simingâs thin lips curled up and his eyes lit up. He seemed to want to laugh but suppressed it.
Gu Nuoâer twisted her small body. âBut I donât want to talk to you anymore!â