Chapter 1918: Still unchanged

Luo Yibei was seen by him as if he had been smashed by something and converge on his face. He licked Xiao Xiao’s head. "What did Mommy teach today?"
Suddenly mild to the tone, let Xiao Yi feel a flattering feeling.
Fang Chi Xia actually teaches him language and foreign language today.
"Mummy taught today..." Xiaoyi originally wanted to tell the truth, but when he went to the lips, he kept his eyes on Luo Yibei, and his head changed and changed his mouth.
With a long sound, he sneaked out, "Mummy taught Chinese today and taught me a word."
"What?" Luo Yibei asked very perfunctory.
Xiao Yi Zhanliang’s eyes turned and slowly spit out four words.
Do not forget the initial heart.

The north side of Luo Yi was stiff against his body.
Xiao Yi overslept and observed his reaction quietly.
Luo Yibei seems to be very surprised. The anger in the eyes before, like the black clouds that have been opened, unconsciously dissipated.
The droopy face slowly lifted up, he was surprised. "Mummy taught you this?"
"Yeah, Mommy taught." The little milk bag bent over the corner of his lips and added a sentence to himself. "What does this mean? Is one person unchanging to another person?"
Fang Chixia took him to the mall one day today and didn't teach him this.
Xiaoyi will write limited words. In fact, even these words cannot be completely written.
His words are in Hu Wei, although the words can not be written, but he has heard the word.
Between Luo Yibei and Fang Chi Xia, he must be standing in the side of Fangchi Xia.
However, he was half-blooded in the blood of Luo Yibei. Looking at these days, Luo Yibei was angered by Fang Chi Xia and Fasino once and for all. Xiao Yi could not completely ignore it.
He wanted to comfort Luo Yibei and let him see some hope. Who knows that Luo Yibei was silent for a while, and suddenly he said, "Let these words be written to you?"
The small milk bag was stunned by him and stupid on the spot.
In the words of Luo Yibei, he was stabbed in the stamp.
"Well?" Luo Yi held his hand on the table, his face approaching him, his eyes faintly sweeping his face. "No?"
Two words, the sound dragged a bit long.
Obviously ridiculous.
The small milk bag touched the nose and the "hmm" sound of the nasal sound.
"Mummy has taught you this word, didn't teach you how to write?" Luo Yibei dialect was a bit more contemptuous.
"Mummy taught, I didn't learn." The little milk pack didn't change color and wanted to defend himself. In exchange for it was the slap of Luo Yibei.
The shot on his head is not heavy, very light, not painful, but it makes the small milk bag very frustrated.
A lie has been exposed!
"Mummy will teach such a lyrical word? Next time to make a good reason!" Luo Yibei white gave him a look, took the pen in his hand, and taught him to practice the word.
His writing is very beautiful and still very elegant.
The little milk bag only knows the "not forgetting" and "heart" written by him.
There is one in the middle who doesn't know, but guess guess what he wrote.
"Actually, I have a good heart." The corner of his lips was bent, and Xiao Yi traced his handwriting and followed him to learn to write a word.
He said that he would not feel embarrassed at all.
"Yeah." Luo Yibei slowly sketched on the drawing paper with a pen, and taught him to write.
Xiao Yi didn't know him, but he was a little bit frustrated. However, after he was so troubled, it seemed that he was in a good mood. He didn't feel that he had spent his brain cells.