The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Looking at God, cold, and Luo Yibei knocked on his head. "What are you looking at?"

Xiao Yi returned to God, calmed his face, and when nothing happened, his eyes looked out the window.

"nice weather today!"

With a stupid tone, the look on the face when turning his head is exactly the same as the original Fang Chi Xia.

Luo Yibei looked at him quietly, his eyes lost carelessly.

The small milk bag is fixed in the clean car glass, the car has not yet drove out, and the brain has begun to figure out what to eat.

Luo Yibei drove him in the city and finally took him to a Western restaurant.

"I want to eat fried chicken, cola, fries!" What the little milk bag likes, is not much different from the average child.

"No, it's too nutritious." Luo Yibei refused if he thought about it.

"But baby has not eaten!" The small milk bag defended himself.

"You haven't eaten anything!" Luo Yibei refused to be merciless.

The little milk bag licked his mouth and sullenly said, "There is no sincerity in the hospital."

"How much sincerity do you need?" Luo Yibei did not look at him, and he took the menu and looked through it.

The heart of the small milk bag was hurt by 10,000 points, and the whole face became bitter.

However, he can't help Luo Yibei.

He was bored at the table and he was boring. He also looked through the menu.

"Literacy?" Luo Yi's north corner of the eye slanted to his movements, and damaged him.

Very awkward, even with a little contempt.

The fragile little heart of the small milk bag was deeply hurt again.

"Is sorry for children?"

Luo Yibei put the menu in his hand on the hand, touched his chin, and looked like a sly look, his eyes motioned him to continue.

The small milk bag was smashed and looked at it with a menu.

He is only three years old, and the children of this age are completely illiterate.

However, when he grew up in the palace, the education he had received was very different from the average person, and he knew that there were more children than his peers.

He not only knows the words, but also reads a menu and he knows a lot.

Just, all that you know is...

"Blueberry juice, fried chicken wings, fried chicken legs, fried chicken!" Accurately pointed to the name on the menu, his own milky milk and the waiter ordered a meal.

All the points are fried chicken.

Luo Yibei’s face was slightly distorted. “You should not only know about chickens?”

The little milk bag snorted and ignored him.

In fact, Luo Yibei guessed the majority.

He really only knows the name of the food he likes.

"Can't eat these!" Luo Yibei gave him a scornful look. He picked up the menu and took a picture of his head. He helped him order the meal. "Drinking milk, milk helps to grow taller." The main meal is pasta, accompanied by vegetable salad!"

He didn't ask what Xiaoyi liked at all, didn't like anything, just flipped through it, and then ordered a lot.

Although Xiao Yi felt that he had no position in front of him, however, Luo Yi’s food at the north point was unexpectedly he liked it all.

"Our kind of like it!" Xiao Yi held the knife in one hand and the fork in one hand. When eating, he sighed casually.

"Is it?" Luo Yibei seems to be a bit surprised.

"Yeah, I like them all, the little aunt forced me to eat seafood all day, I don't like it at all." The little milk bag began to spit with him.