Compared to the mother tongue, the small milk bag is actually more English.

Therefore, "爹" "Mummy" is actually more familiar to him than ramie.

Luo Yibei wanted to let him touch some of his mother tongue.

While teaching him, Luo Yi explained to him in the north. "In the place where the earth grows up, most of the children called Mama are called Ma Ma, and write it again!"

The hand of the small milk bag was held in the palm of his hand, and he followed him first and then wrote it slowly with a pen.

A child who is more than three years old usually does not take a pen. His posture is somewhat blunt, but he is also smart and quick to master.

The words written are a bit clumsy, but very cute.

Fang Chixia looked at the two quietly at the door, and his lips curled slightly.

The small milk bag is probably the corner of the eye, and the hand is slanting to her. The hand of writing is a meal. He looks up at her and suddenly smiles and screams at her. "Ma Ma~"

Very young voice, for a while, Fang Chi Xia lost his loss.

Luo Yibei is still teaching him to write, and he has taught Ma Ma, and later he taught his grandfather, grandfather and grandmother.

What he just started to teach was quite normal. Who knows that after teaching and teaching, it has changed.

What pistols, bombs, and tanks are coming.

Even the pistol model is teaching him.

"Luo Yibei, don't teach your child to be broken!" Fang Chixia was speechless to the two, raising the volume and reminding.

"How do I teach a bad boy?" Luo Yibei lazily returned to her, and glanced at the small milk bag. "Isn't Xiaoyi very happy?"

"Yes! Right!" The small milk bag echoed.

The father and son raised the united front at two stations very quickly. Fang Chixia stood there and suddenly felt that he was redundant.

Since she was boring, she turned and left. "A few days Xiaoyi birthday, I went to plan!"

The birthday of the small milk bag is three days later.

This is his first birthday after he came to Luo Yibei.

Fang Chixia held a small birthday party for him.

In order to be lively, I also invited a very beautiful mixed-race girl next door.

A little bit smaller than Xiao Yi, a small one, still at the age when the road is not stable, beautiful like a doll.

A very delicate child, the first friend of a small milk bag after coming to Northern Ireland.

"Baby, is my sister beautiful?" Fang Chi Xia was bored, and after the child was brought in, he made a deliberate teasing.

The little milk bag smacked like a girl like a doll, and screamed proudly. "The ugly death, not my sister is beautiful!"

"Do you still have a sister?" Fang Chixia had a frightened expression.

The small milk bag looked at her and looked at Luo Yibei again. It was a matter of course to return to the sentence. "You and North and North are not working hard?"

Fang Chi Xia, "..."

Luo Yibei, "..."

I just knew that the little girl holding the candy 大概 was feeling that she was being dismissed. The thing in her hand was lost, and she immediately cried.

Very energetic crying, crying tears, sneezing, and small looks very pitiful.

Fang Chixia reminded the little milk bag, "You cried your sister!"

"What about me?" The small milk bag was very cold.

"Baby, the gentleman's little man will be more like a girl than the iceberg!" Fang Chi Xia stunned Luo Yibei behind him, reminding again.

Luo Yibei had no guns and his eyes jumped.

What about him?

The little milk bag is even more unrecognizable. "I just need to have you like it!"

Fang Chi Xia, "..."

This kid!