Chapter 182： The enemy's road is narrow, I will always win

Gu Nuo'er blinked, her bright big eyes were cute and cute.

The little face is round, but also with a hint of confusion: "If he wants to lose his temper, let him horn, it's nothing to do with me!"

After she finished speaking, she took out her writing brush and a stack of rice paper and placed it obediently.

"I'm here to be obedient to class, I won't quarrel with him, thank you little brother for the reminder."

The classmate saw that Gu Nuo'er was so innocent and cute, so he couldn't persuade him any more, so he could only go back to his seat.

However, everyone in the class saw that the brush she brought herself was Zihao.

The tip of the pen is made of the best wild mountain rabbit neck and back, and even the pen is made of Hetian Baiyu.

This new little sister should have a very powerful family background.

However, it will be difficult to meet the second ancestor of the mixed world.

Gu Nuoer held the inkstone in her small hand and began to grind ink for herself.

The little guy worked hard for a long time, but he had to give up because he was too weak.

She turned her head and asked Ye Siming for help: "Brother Siming, help me~"

Ye Siming looked up and saw that her cheeks had been smeared with ink several times on the left and right sides, Gu Nuoer didn't seem to know.

With the face of a small cat, she blinked her big eyes innocently.

Cute and lively.

Ye Siming pretended to be impatient, stood up and walked to her desk, grinding ink quickly.

"Can you wipe the ink off your face in a while?"

Otherwise, he always wanted to reach out and pinch.

Gu Nuoer pouted, with a face like a small cat: "Brother Siming, wipe the nest~"

Yesiming frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't hold back, and reached out to wipe the ink from her face with her thumb.

However, it's getting darker and darker!

He suddenly realized that he was holding the ink stone with his right hand to grind ink, and naturally it rubbed against Gu Nuoer's little face again.

Gu Nuo'er saw that Ye Siming had been wiping for a long time, her thin lips seemed to be holding a smile, but she blinked, and found that he was serious and tense again.

The little guy asked suspiciously: "Brother Siming, are you all right? Why are you pinching it?"

Yesiming flicked her face and said calmly, "It's not easy to wipe it off, try again with water later."

Looking at Gu Nuoer's face, his "masterpiece", Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and suppressed the smile that was about to come out from the corner of his lips.

Bullying little things is fun.

At this moment, a domineering voice came from behind them—

"Which one is blocking the way of the young master, don't you know that this is the position of the young master?"

Gu Nuo'er suddenly cooled down when she saw Ye Siming's eyes that were still dyed with a touch of joy.

It's like a cold flame like ice, enough to freeze people.

Gu Nuo'er's little milk voice was full of curiosity: "Is this your position, no one's name is engraved."

Yesiming turned sideways and looked back coldly.

And Gu Nuo'er can see clearly which arrogant and domineering second generation ancestor.

"Huh?" Gu Nuo'er blinked: "It's you, the sweet-hearted radish that buys Tangtang!"

When Little Marquis Jiang Xiaoran heard Gu Nuoer's questioning words, he trembled, and the fear and instinct that rose from his heart reminded him to retreat quickly.

When I saw Ye Siming's cold face, and Gu Nuo'er's round and bright eyes that looked innocent but were too clever!

There are only three big words in Jiang Xiaoran’s mind—

I'm done.

The purse that was cheated by this three-year-old girl last time is almost empty!

This time the enemy has a narrow road, and they have provoked them again!

Life is bitter!