He just caught a glimpse of the scene here. He didn't know how he was. Looking at such a small milk bag, his eyes suddenly tingled. He didn't know what the little milk bag was doing, but at this time, the little milk bag in his eyes was very lonely. Like an unaccompanied child, without father or mother, even a person who speaks with himself has to be found. Luo Yibei stared at him quietly for a long time. Such a small milk bag suddenly made him look a little uncomfortable. He stopped his steps and turned in the direction of his body. He walked in the direction of the little guy“ Lead the way, let's go! " Without any extra words, he bent down and picked up the little guy on the ground. The little milk bag seemed to be surprised at his behavior. He stared at him for a while. Unexpectedly, he cooperated abnormally. In fact, Loeb is not afraid of him as long as he doesn't have a cold face“ My father Chengxi's villa is on the right! Go straight and turn right! " The little milk bag was held by Luo Yibei, and his head leaned against his arms. He kindly pointed out the way. In fact, Luo Yibei may know the palace better than him. Who needs to lead the way? However, looking at the little milk bag so positive, he didn't say anything. It was after nine o'clock and the dinner was coming to an end. The road they walked was quiet and quiet, with only the babbling sound of a small milk bag. It's very young and cute. In addition to making a little noise, it's actually very cute. Luo Yibei didn't like to quarrel, but he didn't stop him from talking to himself. He took Xiaoyi into his room and put him down. He wanted to go to the bathroom to wipe his face. However, at a glance, luoyibei was suddenly unwilling to see him sitting outside. He withdrew from the bathroom and walked a few steps towards Xiaoyi. He picked Xiaoyi up. "I'm responsible for my own trouble!" The little milk bag was slightly stunned, and his face collapsed. "Isn't that why you brought me here?" Luo Yibei faintly snorted and didn't speak. The little milk bag had the feeling that he was bullying himself and held his mouth unhappily“ Here, let's go! " When luoyibei had resources available, he didn't hesitate to waste at all. He took the towel next to him and squeezed the water into his hand“ You are bullying children! " The little milk bag muttered“ Men, big or small! " Loebye corrected him. The little milk bag was slightly stunned and blinked in amazement. Pei Chengxi's education is also that boys have to look like boys. They have to be men since childhood. Therefore, the little milk bag who is only three years old has always regarded himself as a little man. Loebye's words, he did not refute. A little reluctantly, but he still took a towel to help loebye wipe it up bit by bit. He always had the feeling that he was being bullied by the cold uncle in front of him. At the beginning, every cell in his body vented his unhappiness. However, later, he helped Luo Yibei wipe, and caught a glimpse of the picture of the two close together in the mirror. He inexplicably liked such closeness. Xiaonaibao adjusted his mood and was patient when he helped him wipe his face. The hands of the three-year-old child are very small, and the towels can't be finished. They are soft and warm. Sometimes when his fingers brush over loybei's face, they are incredibly soft and particularly comfortable. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.