The small milk bag looked up at him and looked at it. The **** eyes turned and he stared at the man, and the corner of his mouth suddenly collapsed.

"My mother is gone!"

He said that he still seemed to be extremely wronged. The sound of milk and milk was like a piece of marshmallow, soft, sweet, and small, cute and affectionate.

The advantage of being beautiful is that if you have any trouble, you only need one mouth, and someone will be happy to help.

"Is it lost with my mother? What does my mother look like? When I heard aunt, I heard that Auntie has seen it." Children who are less than four years old are still so refined, and most people have no fuss.

The waiter crouched in front of him and chatted with him very enthusiastically.

The small milk bag looked at her and raised her hand again, so she began a series of tricks.

"so tall!"

"very beautiful!"

"The hair is black, and the voice is especially good."

“I’ve been speaking French all the time, and French is very fluent.”

"The body is wearing a sea blue dress."

He even said a lot, and finally summed up a sentence, "You look at the past and see the most special one in the crowd!"

The waiter is ashamed.

The most special one in the crowd?

Is the special in the eyes of a four-year-old child the same as that in the eyes of an adult?

However, the small milk bag reminded me so much, she still seriously thought about it.

Sea blue, French, from the East...

It seems to be a bit of an impression.

Bet area.

Fang Chixia is still doing translations.

She has always done a great job no matter what she does, and the translation is even more so.

But today's task, she did a little bit.

Mainly because she knows too little about the professional aspects of the gambling.

"Miss Fang, what did Mr. Chen just say?" The voice of the customer came again.

Talking to her is in French.

The person who surnamed Chen on the gambling table just said that it was a flower card.

The term professional is spoken in Chinese.

Fang Chi Xia Chinese can understand it naturally, but she needs to translate into a language that French customers can understand.

She is not good at gaming on the table, the French or English of the flower card, she does not know.

"Hey..." thinking about how to resolve the problem, cold, and a very young voice suddenly came, "face-cards."

A sound with a strong milky taste, a sprouting, soft, marshmallow-like Q.

Fang Chi Xia Wei, his eyes looked at the past with strange sound sources.

At the entrance, a child of three or four years old swayed toward the room. His gaze was particularly proud. The small and delicate chin was gently lifted up, with all the glamour of the eyes, walking, gait The little king is like.

However, the face is surprisingly cute.

This is a strong contrast. I have a bun-like face that everyone wants to pinch. However, the look and gait are particularly proud. The body comes with a cold and proud magnetic field, and stands tall and leans in. At that time, there were even a few adults who took the initiative to give him a way.

A child who seems to have been still alive, can have such a gas field!

When Fang Chixia stared at the child, he was slightly surprised.

What surprised her even more was that she would not translate, and he even took it so smoothly!

The small milk bag was still coming towards the room. After entering the door, his gaze swept directly to Fang Chi Xia.

"Hey, we met again!"