Chapter 1949： Ye Siming is the best Ye Siming

Gu Nuo'er couldn't bear it in her eyes.

She was still thinking about how to help the mother and son.

Ye Siming, who was beside him, had already stretched out his articulated hand and handed over a bulging money bag.

The young man was stunned: "Guest officer, who are you?"

Ye Siming said lightly: "Pack all the pastries on your stall now, and I'll bring them to my family to eat."

The young man took the purse and opened it a little.

Only a small piece of broken silver was taken from it.

"That's enough, the guest officer gave too much." The young man wanted to return the purse.

Ye Siming raised his head slightly: "You count first, how many days will you earn enough money in this bag to set up a stall?"

The young man did not understand what he meant, and counted suspiciously.

"About... more than twenty days."

Ye Siming nodded: "The remaining money is to buy pastries for more than 20 days."

"You can set up a stall if you want, but if you don't want to, just take care of your mother at home."

The young man was flattered: "How can this work, guest officer, you have given too much, I can't take it."

"Take it." Ye Siming said decisively, "Let's make Lingci better soon, so that my wife can eat the cakes she made by herself."

Gu Nuo'er's beautiful eyes were startled, and she looked at him moved.

The young man was naturally stunned, and then his eyes were red.

He was holding the purse, as if holding the kindness of giving charcoal in the snow.

"Thank you, sir, thank you."

Ye Siming was very calm, and he didn't mean to give alms at all.

He regarded the young man as normal and said, "Go and pack the cakes."

"Okay, okay!" The young man nodded again and again.

He turned around and went to work.

Gu Nuo'er couldn't help but put it on Ye Siming's shoulder.

"Brother Siming, you are so kind!"

In Ye Siming's long eyes, there was only Gu Nuo'er's figure and smile.

He couldn't help but smile.

"I was looking at your face, and I almost had the word pity written. I was afraid that you would cry in the street, so I did it for you."

"If this kind of people make a living by themselves, if they help them too much at one time, he will not accept it."

"The money is a lot, but not much, enough for them to take a breath."

"When you are free in the future, I will accompany you here again."

Gu Nuo'er nodded again and again: "Okay!"

He saw all her thoughts in his eyes, remembered them in his heart, and then put them into action.

Gu Nuoer has never been disappointed.

Ye Siming is the best Ye Siming.

On the way back, the warm sun shone slantingly.

Ye Siming was carrying four oil paper bags in his hand, which were full of sweet bean cakes.

Gu Nuo'er could endure after eating three.

So she was not in a hurry to return to the palace, and took Ye Siming to accompany her around again, just in time to digest.

A swing hangs under a big tree at the entrance of a neighborhood.

Gu Nuoer saw it, ran over immediately, sat on it and shook it.

Ye Siming sat on a stone stool not far away, folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, looking at Gu Nuoer intently.

It was as if he couldn't get enough of her at any time.

Every time he looked at Gu Nuoer seriously, Ye Siming felt that the heat in his heart deepened little by little.

Burning his limbs, manipulating his thoughts.

Thousands of words, just one sentence—

He really loves her.

"Brother Siming! Look, I'm swinging!"

Gu Nuo'er sat on the swing, her bright dress flying and her smile beautiful.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to fly higher? I'll push you."

However, at this moment.

Three or four children of five or six years old with braids running into the sky ran out of the alley.