The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter Chapter 487 - 487 I Don't Like Him

Chapter 487 - 487 I Don't Like Him

487 I Don’t Like Him

However, Kongjue shook his head and rejected Gu Nuo’er’s kind intentions.

He insisted on going back himself, so Gu Nuo’er didn’t stop him.

She watched as his thin back walked into the rainy night.

Gu Nuo’er pondered for a moment.

She actually felt that this monk older brother had a scent that she was very familiar with!

However, she had clearly never seen him before!

Suddenly, Ye Siming pressed down on Gu Nuo’er’s small cheeks.

He threatened in a low voice, “Why are you looking at him for so long? Do you like this baldie?”

Gu Nuo’er immediately fluttered her small hands and blinked her innocent eyes.

“Elder Brother Siming, don’t be unreasonable!” She resisted incoherently.

Ye Siming shielded her in his arms and quickly stepped into the rainy night to send the child into the carriage.

“I don’t like him,” Ye Siming said honestly.

There were some raindrops on the ends of his black hair.

His scattered hair blocked his handsome eyes.

It added a hint of gentleness to Ye Siming and lessened the oppressive coldness on him.

Gu Nuo’er thoughtfully took out her small handkerchief and wiped Ye Siming’s hair.

Ruffling the fur for the big dog!

She whispered in her heart.

However, she asked out loud, “Does Elder Brother Siming not like monks because you’re a wolfie?”

“No.” Ye Siming quickly denied it.

His black eyes were focused on Gu Nuo’er.

“It’s because he said that you’re fated with Buddha. Typically, monks who say this will attract people to shave their heads and become monks or nuns. Gu Nuo’er, I don’t want you to become a nun.”

When Ye Siming was still a demon G.o.d, he encountered a monk.

The other party said that he was here to subdue him.

In the end, the monk was beaten to the brink of death by Ye Siming. The two of them were almost evenly matched, but Ye Siming was still better.

In the end, the old monk lay on the ground and said that Ye Siming was fated with Buddha.

The old monk wanted Ye Siming to consider becoming a monk.

The old monk wanted Ye Siming to cleanse his primitive beastly nature that was filled with blood and cruelty with the purity of the Buddhist land.

In the end, of course, Ye Siming beat him up again and threw him out of Asura.

Gu Nuo’er didn’t expect this to be the reason.

She chuckled, her childish voice filled with childlike joy.

“Elder Brother Siming, I won’t become a nun! If I become a nun, I won’t have hair! Baby Nuo doesn’t want to become a bald braised egg!”

Ye Siming pursed his thin lips and actually smiled too.

Then, he combed his hair behind his head with his slender fingers, his sharp eyes showing.

The puppy-like gentleness from before had disappeared.

It was best if Gu Nuo’er didn’t leave him.

Just as the carriage was about to leave, Jiang Xiaoran knocked on the carriage heavily from the outside.

“Why did the two of you get into the carriage yourself? Give me a ride back too!”

Ye Siming was carrying Gu Nuo’er. He lifted the curtain, his eyes sluggish and his temperament arrogant.

“Xiaoran, you can go back by yourself. The princess is tired.”

After saying that, he let go of the curtain and the carriage slowly drove away.

Gu Nuo’er’s childish voice sounded. “Playboy older brother, see you later!”

Jiang Xiaoran watched helplessly as the carriage left.

“How infuriating! If it weren’t for the fact that the princess is still young, I would have thought that Ye Siming valued his lover over his friend!”

Forget it! He could only go back by himself!

However, at this moment, Jiang Xiaoran suddenly b.u.mped into Xie Yinxiang, who had come to the shop to get pastries.

The two of them almost b.u.mped into each other and were both stunned.

Jiang Xiaoran stared at the umbrella in Xie Yinxiang’s hand and immediately smiled. “Miss Xie, you came at the right time. Let’s go together later. It’s on the way.”

Xie Yinxiang was puzzled. “If I remember correctly, Young Marquis Jiang lives in the east of the city and my house is in the west. How is it on the way?”

Jiang Xiaoran raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly. “Wouldn’t it be fine if I go along with you? I’ll send you back first and then borrow your umbrella to return home.”

After making up his mind, he ignored the fact that Xie Yinxiang was still thinking.

After taking the pastries from Old Jiang, he put his arm around Xie Yinxiang’s shoulder and left.

“Hey, hey, hey! Young Marquis Jiang, let go!”