His body leaned against the door panel, and his two short legs overlapped lazily like adults. He raised his little white arm and greeted her with a smile. Fang Chi Xia pulled slightly from the corners of her eyes“ Do you think it's fate? " The little milk bag continued to chat with her with a smile. He didn't seem to see the scene and gambling. There were so many people at the scene, and he didn't put it at all. It seems that he can only see Fang Chi Xia and is not afraid to disturb others. He doesn't know whether the volume is raised a little high. His voice seems to be a little excited. Fate? Fang Chi Xia's eyes dropped 45 degrees and then lowered again. She took a look at his body that was probably less than her legs, and she trembled. A little boy knows what fate is? Her eyes at him were very contemptuous. The little milk bag automatically filtered her eyes and trotted in her direction. The ship vibrated slightly from time to time. He didn't run very stably. When he ran, his body looked shaking. It was very funny and very lovable. He was accompanied by a waiter who was probably afraid of his falling. As soon as he ran, the waiter ran with him“ Alas! Be careful! "“ Be careful not to fall! "“ Oh, my young master, slow down! " The waiter was much taller than him, but he waited on him like a servant. The image of an adult is much shorter than that of a child of three or four years old. This boy! Fang Chi Xia stared at the little milk bag running towards her. She suddenly wondered, what kind of parents can inherit such a child? In fact, xiaonaibao was a little excited when she first saw her. She couldn't help it when she ran over. When he came to her, he probably felt that his behavior was a little out of image. His small chin was lifted slightly, and his face returned to the arrogance he had just appeared. She glanced at Fang Chi Xia with disdain. Xiaomeng's voice sounded again in the room, "you're stupid! I can do face cards! " She despised him naked and spoke impolitely. Looking at Fang Chi Xia, she despised him more than just Fang Chi Xia. Fang Chi Xia's lips, which had been slightly raised, were like frosted flowers, and suddenly shriveled down. Fangchi Xia's green tendon on his forehead jumped twice, and suddenly had an impulse to rub the boy hard. She's working now. Is this dismantling her desk in front of her customers? Hold it! Hold it! Can't argue with a little boy! Fang Chi Xia took a deep breath and calmed her face. She pulled the corners of her lips and rubbed the head of the small milk bag as if nothing had happened. "Baby, aunt is just not good at gambling terms." The corner of her eye glanced sideways at him, and her eyebrows picked, "it's you. Where did you know this?"“ Isn't that easy? My father taught me well! " The little milk bag proudly raised his chin and seemed very proud to mention this problem“ Did your father teach you? " Fang Chi Xia's face twisted slightly“ Yes, my father taught it. " The little milk bag nodded with a smile“ Why don't good students learn this? " Fang Chi Xia has a black face“ Who said I didn't learn well? " This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation