The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"I also taught me how to prevent myself from losing money!" When he spoke, his expression was particularly serious, and he even listed a lot, just... no one was serious.

Fang Chixia’s face was slightly black.

What is this change, parent? How do you teach your child?

Looking down at the little milk bag around him, he slammed his head. She pointed out seriously and seriously, "Baby, you are stunned by the wrong people!"

"It's not!" The little milk bag leaned back on the small face of the palm of her hand and corrected it with her serious and serious expression. "I am trying to make me a full-fledged child!"

His mouth is particularly embarrassing, and he doesn't look like a child who is more than three years old. Even if he talks to an adult, the verbally cheap does not let others take it.

Fang Chi Xia Shuangyi closed, and did a few deep breaths, and then opened.

She still has to work and can't talk to this child for too long.

"Baby, where are you lying? All-round children must first learn how to get back to their families after getting lost, and now look for a place to go!"

Holding her hand, she decided to send him out.

Who knows, the small milk bag is holding her hand and refuses to let go.

"I can educate the baby of such a talented child, I will find it myself, rest assured." He does not seem to worry about being looked for by his family everywhere, ignoring Fang Chixia’s words, but picking himself up. The chair sat down next to her.

He sat a little high, and the chair was still sitting on a small bench, and the two legs were swaying and swaying, which looked particularly laid-back.

Fang Chi Xia does not know him, and now he really has no time to talk with him.

"Then sit here and wait for you to come over, and Auntie will continue to be busy!" She didn't want to lose her job because of a child who was completely unrelated to her. She turned her head and continued to do her own translation.

"Sir, Mr. Chen just said that is a flower card."

"Miss Fang, tell him the odds algorithm!"

"Miss Fang, pay the number!"

Fang Chi Xia was actually only employed by one person, but the translation on the spot was only one of her, so that all the players with different languages ​​later did not know how to communicate and all the problems were thrown at her.

Fang Chi Xia was once again stumped.

"Oh... odds..."

"Pay..."

She is not familiar with these two words.

The small milk bag holds the scorpion and looks at her leisurely. When her brows are slightly twisted, I remind him, "Odds, Decker!"

His voice is particularly milky, and the words of such a professional gamble from his mouth are always guilty.

It feels like letting him stay here is also a mistake.

Fang Chixia’s embarrassment was not the first time today. She had some embarrassment at the beginning. After the small milk bag helped translate a few times, the latter slowly got used to it.

When she encountered a translation that was not possible, she later helped the small milk bag directly to her.

In today's translation, she is a failed translation.

However, because of the appearance of the small milk package, the overall did not affect anything.

The small milk bag stayed with her in the room for a long time, and did not mean to leave.

On the cruise ship, Sha Xingbao and Yan Chengxi are still looking around.

This cruise ship is too big, there are too many rooms, more people, children are small, and sometimes they may not be seen in the sea.

This makes the search more difficult.

"Baby, how do you win automatically?"

"Baby, what about seven?"

"Awesome!"

In the room, Fang Chixia is still asking for help from Xiaoyi.