"I don't have a surname. I bought it cheaply, so I called Xiao Yi." The small milk bag continued to explain.

Fang Chi Xia is a glimpse.

orphan?

Inexplicable, Fang Chi Xia’s heart was a bit sour, like something was gently stirred up, and it was sour and sour.

She was silent for a while, calmed her face, and turned back to God to vomit, "You are so arrogant!"

"Actually, I think so." The small milk bag is attached, and the sound is a meal, and a sentence is added. "But it doesn't matter, I don't want to treat me casually!"

“Is it good for you?” Fang Chixia asked again.

"I am awkward, and my little aunt, I have not let me suffer!" When the little milk bag mentioned that he was stunned, he seemed very proud.

Fang Chi Xia smashed his head and smiled a little. "You are lucky than Auntie."

"How? You grew up?" The small milk bag turned over and asked.

"Well, don't mention this, when are you going to go back?" Fang Chixia retracted from the sofa and turned to go upstairs to wash.

"Are you driving me away? You don't like me?" The little milk was behind her, accompanied her into the bathroom, accompanied her to wash, until Fang Chixia went to change clothes, stopped. pace.

"Auntie wants to work, can't stay with you all the time." Fang Chixia's voice came from the room and seemed to be helpless.

"It doesn't matter, I can play by myself. You can work for you. Just take me to the side." The little milk bag doesn't matter.

"No, this will affect a lot." Fang Chixia pushed the door out and took him up.

"What's the impact?" The little milk bag fluttered in her arms. He didn't seem to want to go. When he asked him when he left, he seemed anxious.

"Auntie can't take care of you, what if you have any accidents? You know how sad it is." Fang Chixia explained to him.

"I won't be in trouble, I am very embarrassed." The small milk bag defended himself.

"Still not, Auntie can't rest assured, understand?" Fang Chixia insisted.

The face of the small milk bag suddenly fell down.

Jingle Bell!

The doorbell rings at this time.

"Morning News." Fang Chixia put down the small milk bag and went straight to the gate of the villa.

The small milk bag followed her, her hand touched her chin, and her face looked as if she was.

"Miss Chi Xia, this is today's newspaper." The delivery staff outside the door delivered the newspaper and turned away.

The small milk bag sensitively captures her name, and the chin is lifted and lifted. "Is it summer?"

He called her name a crisp, milky taste is very strong, especially good.

Fang Chi Xia was not called by such a small child, his name suddenly spit out from his mouth, feeling particularly subtle.

"We continue the problem." A few steps went to him, went into the house and put the newspaper down, and she hugged him again.

"I am sending you to the police uncle, okay?"

"Summer summer, do you have the heart? In case the police uncle is not optimistic about me? In case I lost it myself?" The little milk screamed at the corner.

His name to her is more than a relative.

Xia Xia called out from his mouth and called it a special pass.

Fang Chi Xia shook.

"As a versatile child, I believe this problem can't help you!" The lips were slightly pumped, and she used his previous words to refute.

"All-round children also have IQ when they are short-circuited." The small milk bag continues to argue.