The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The small milk bag stunned him to sit very close. The child's body was very delicate. When he came over, Luo Yibei felt that he was leaning against a meat ball.

The small milk bag was not at all polite. After he sat down, he raised his little hand and began the command:

"Uncle, I want this! There is this!"

"The porridge is too hot, the baby will be burned, you should blow it for me first!"

"There are fish, baby hasn't learned to pick himself up, you have to help me!"

"There are fruits, and the seeds are swallowed up. The little aunt said it is not good! Also trouble uncle!"

What he said verbally was trouble. In fact, when he said these words, he did not feel trouble at all.

He directed Luo Yibei to do this and it seems to take it for granted.

Luo Yi's north corner was pumped.

Little shameless!

Really good enough!

Last night's resentment last night's hate, this is a bed to forget the light?

The small milk bag was left in the corner of his eyes, and he didn’t feel that his words were wrong. He smiled and leaned his head, and sweetly called him, "Uncle~"

His subtext is that he is still waiting for him!

Luo Yibei’s face is stinking. He will not take care of the children at all. He feels that this cumbersome thing is not done by men at all.

However, the face is ugly and ugly, he is still stiff to help the small milk bag to handle the same breakfast.

His movements are particularly meticulous, like being afraid of where he is not doing.

Sha Xingbao actually sat next to him, looking at him like this, a pair of chins with a quick expression.

"Brother, don't you come me!"

"It doesn't matter." Luo Yibei faintly responded to him, stirring the slightly porridge with a little bit of porridge and a little fish to the hand of the small milk bag.

The small milk bag mouth raised a satisfactory degree of curvature, cocked the short two legs and gave him a thumbs up.

Then, floated out, "Although your face is cold, it looks too incompetent, scary, but the uncle should be a good place!"

Luo Yi's north lip corner is glamorous, and my heart is thinking, want you to say?

However, considering the fragile heart of the small meatball, he did not say this.

The small milk package for breakfast did not cause any trouble for the rest of the day. He was left to wait for the breakfast to run out, and then he went to play with the toy.

There are a lot of toys in the palace, and there are a lot of them.

The small milk bag sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, surrounded by a lot of toys, holding the car model that Luo Yibei stared at and watched last night.

Luo Yibei thought about the scent on his car, his brow wrinkled and walked toward him in a few steps.

Sitting next to the small milk bag, his body was put together on the small milk bag, which seemed to be a relative's sitting posture. He actually smelled the aroma of the small milk bag.

He wants to smell it and see if there is orange blossom.

However, except for the milky fragrance, nothing smelled.

Luo Yibei brow wrinkled.

He took the toy model in his hand, and he stared at it, and asked if nothing had happened. "Who is this toy?"

The little milk sound faintly snorted, and he returned to him with a bit of disdain. "How? You like it too?"

Luo Yi’s eyes widened. “Uncle has already passed the age of playing with toys.”

"Otherwise?" The small milk bag continued to ask again.

"Just ask casually, just feel good-looking, curious." Luo Yibei cloud light wind back to him.