Chapter 1427: You are bullying your child.

Just glimpsed here, he didn't know what he was doing. Looking at such a small milk bag, his eyes suddenly felt a bit stinging.
He didn't know what the little milk bag was doing, but at this time, the small milk bag in his eyes was very lonely.
Like a child who is not accompanied by a child, no father or mother, even a person who talks with himself must find it.
Luo Yibei stared at him for a while, and such a small milk bag suddenly made him look a little dissatisfied.
The footsteps were held, and the direction of the body turned. He walked in the direction of the little guy.
"Lead the way, go together!" There was no extra word, he bent down and he hugged the little guy on the ground.
The small milk bag seemed to be a little surprised by his actions. He stared at him for a while, and unexpectedly, he had an unusual match.
In fact, as long as Luo Yibei does not have a cold face, he is not afraid of him.
"My villa is on the right! Go straight and turn to the right!" The small milk bag was held by Luo Yibei, and his head leaned against his arms. He was very diligent to point the way. .
Luo Yibei actually knows more about him than this palace. Who needs to lead the way?
However, looking at the small milk bag is so active, he did not say anything.
This time is nine o'clock, and the dinner is coming to an end.
The roads and quietness of the two people are only small milky voices.
Very young, very cute, in addition to noisy, in fact, very cute.
Luo Yibei didn't like to be noisy, but he didn't stop watching a small milk bag.
With Xiaoyi entering his room, he was put down, and he wanted to go to the bathroom to wipe his face. However, when he saw him sitting outside, Luo Yibei suddenly felt unwilling.
Exiting from the bathroom, a few steps toward Xiaoyi, he will hold up Xiaoyi, "I am responsible for my own disaster!"
The small milk bag squatted slightly, and the face licked. "You will not take this for me if you take me here?"
Luo Yibei fainted and did not speak.
The small milk bag has the feeling that he is bullying himself, and he snorted very uncomfortably.
"Hey, let's get started!" When Luo Yibei had resources available, he was not a waste of waste. He took the towel next to him and screwed it into the water.
"You are bullying a child!"
"Men are not big or small!" Luo Yibei corrected his words.
The small milk bag glimpsed a little, and squinted his eyes.
The education of Yan Chengxi is also a boy who has to look like a boy. He has to be a man from small to large.
Therefore, the little milk bag that was only three years old has always regarded himself as a little man.
In the case of Luo Yibei, he did not refute.
A little reluctant, but he still took a towel to help Luo Yibei wipe it up a little bit.
He always had the feeling that he was being bullied by the cold uncle in front of him. At the beginning, every cell under his body was vented unhappy.
However, later, helping Luo Yibei wiped and wiped the picture from the mirror to see the two relatives close together, he inexplicably liked such closeness.
The small milk bag adjusts his own mood, and he has a lot of patience when he helps him wipe his face.
The three-year-old child's hand is very small, the towel can't be finished, soft, warm and hot, when the finger sometimes smashes from Luo Yibei's face, it is incredibly soft and especially comfortable.