She squatted for a moment, her face suddenly turned to the side, and her voice rose. "Baby, you are here!"

Luo Yibei Weiwei, looking over the side, Fang Chixia but the cat waisted from his knees and went to the study room.

"I am going to see what the child is doing!"

Luo Yi's north lip was pumped, his hand touched his chin, and he watched her figure leave, and he smacked his lips.

When Fang Chixia came to the study, the small milk bag was practicing on the desk and did not know what to do.

After all, he is only four years old. He is very short. When he is on the table, the whole person is arched there, and the round meat ball is lovely.

Fang Chixia thought that he was practicing his own words. He was quite happy in his heart. He thought that this child had finally loved to study.

Who knows, after walking over, I saw that Xiao Yi was doing something, but was splashed on the spot.

The small milk bag is drawing, and the family is painted.

On the left is him, Fang Chi Xia, Luo Yibei three, he is in the middle, the small hand holding the two hands, the right is Lonchi.

He painted himself and the Luo Yibei couple very warm, but he painted Lonqi very happy.

The painting is a manga, because Lonchi always likes to temper at Luo Yibei, he directly painted Lonqi’s image as an angry balloon.

The mellow, also equipped with text, Fang Chi Xia can not understand the space text.

A very image of a picture, Fang Chixia saw a corner of the eye after a pumping, very gentle reminder, "Baby, you will be angry when you see this grandfather."

"Let him break up our family of three! I don't like grandfather!" The little milk bag snorted in a cold and proud manner, and also painted a raging smoke on Lonchi's head.

Fang Chi Xia Wei, his hand licked his head, "Too grandfather can not be separated, don't worry!"

"But he always makes you feel uncomfortable!" The little milk bag mentioned Lonchi, his face was smashed.

"That's not the fault of Grandpa. Grandpa's heart is the same as you are now." Fang Chixia explained.

Lorch now contradicts her, and it is exactly the same as the little milk bag now, because the other person makes the person he cares uncomfortable.

Fang Chi Xia does not actually hate him, but not hating does not mean that he will cooperate with his arrangement!

The little milk bag didn't understand so much. I picked up the book and looked up at the leather chair.

He looks like he is very serious, his expression is very different.

Fang Chixia's gaze swept in his direction and reached out to help him pour the book over. "Take it back!"

The little milk bag pouted and didn't feel embarrassed. I picked up the book and continued to look up.

Fang Chi Xia did not bother him here, turned and went to Luo Yibei.

When I came downstairs, Luo Yibei watched TV in the living room.

He is watching the news channel. The most popular thing in the news these days is the news that the Su family will change hands.

Almost all major TV stations, all major news channels are discussing Su dye is about to become the leader of Su Jiaxin.

Fang Chixia listened far to the reports in the news here. He walked over and took the remote control to turn off the TV.

"How do you like to pay attention to the Su family?" Wanting to sit next to him, Luo Yibei suddenly stretched his arms and pulled her and fell on his lap.

"Let's take a look at it and smell it sour." She leaned over and buried her face in her neck. He deliberately smelled in her neck.

He was very close, and his breathing was thin, and Fang Chi Xia was tickle by him.