The little milk bag sat close to him. Originally, the child's body was very delicate and soft. When he leaned over, Lloyd felt that what he leaned against was a meat ball. The little milk bag was not polite at all. After he sat down, he raised his little hand and began to command: "uncle, I want this! And this! "“ The porridge is too hot. Baby will burn. You should blow it for me first! "“ And fish, baby, I haven't learned to pick my own thorns yet. You have to help me! "“ There are fruits. Those with seeds swallowed them by mistake. The little aunt said it was bad! Trouble uncle! " What he said was trouble. In fact, when he said these words, he didn't feel trouble at all. He directed loebye to do this and that, which seemed quite natural. Loebye yanked at the corner of his eye. Little shameless! That's funny! Last night's resentment, last night's hatred, this is a bed and forget all? The little milk bag glanced at him quietly from the corner of his eye. He didn't think what he said was wrong. He smiled up his head and sweetly called him, "Uncle ~" his subtext was that he was still waiting for him! Luo Yibei's face was smelly. He wouldn't take care of the children at all. He felt that such cumbersome things were not done by men at all. However, his face was ugly. He was still stiff and handled breakfast like a small milk bag. His movements are also particularly detailed, as if he was afraid of what he didn't do well. Floxacin Bao was actually sitting next to him. He looked at him quietly, with an expression that his chin was about to fall off“ Brother, why don't I come! "“ It doesn't matter. " Luo Yibei answered him faintly and sent the slightly cooled porridge mixed with some fish to the hand of the small milk bag. The little milk bag raised a satisfied arc at the corner of his mouth, tilted his short legs and gave him a thumbs up. Then, a sentence floated out, "although you look a little cold, look a little too unfriendly and frightening, your uncle should be a good father!" Luo Yibei's lips are cold and gorgeous. What he thinks is, do you want to say? However, considering the fragile heart of the little meat ball, he didn't say that. The small milk bag breakfast didn't cause any trouble in the next time. He obediently let Lloyd's wait and finish the breakfast. Then he went to play with toys alone. There are many toys in the palace, and there are a lot of them. The little milk bag sat cross legged on the sofa, surrounded by a lot of toys, holding the model of the car that Lloyd looked at and looked at last night. Luo Yibei thought about the fragrance on his car, frowned slightly, and walked towards him a few steps. He sat down next to the little milk bag. His body leaned on the little milk bag. It seemed that he was sitting in a friendly posture. In fact, he was smelling the aroma of the little milk bag. He wanted to smell the orange blossom. However, I didn't smell anything except milk. Lloyd's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. As soon as he took the toy model from his hand, he stared at it and asked, "who sent this toy?" The little milk voice hummed faintly and replied to him with a little contempt, "what? You like it too? " Luo Yibei's eyes flashed, "uncle has long passed the age of playing with toys."“ What else? " The little milk bag continued to ask“ Just ask. I just feel good-looking and curious. " Luo Yibei answered him gently. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.