Shi Yanyang didn't seem to expect him to come over. When he pressed the floor button, he stumbled.

The little milk bag looked up at the little face, and if he had nothing to say, he said hello, "Hey, uncle early!"

"Where is this going?" Shi Yanyang stared at him as he was still far below his knees, and his brow was wrinkled.

"Come to Uncle, you! Uncle, don't you welcome me?" Xiaokebao smiled and replied.

Shi Yanyang’s eyes twitched and he hugged him up. “Have you heard the report? Did you wait for someone to find someone else?”

"I know you." The little milk bag doesn't matter.

He said so, Shi Yanyang did not have anything to worry about, holding him directly out of the elevator and went to his office.

"Uncle first do some work, if it is boring, I will arrange a few secretaries to come with you!" Put him on the sofa, Shi Yanyang gave him a very high treatment.

A four-year-old child, arrange several secretaries to serve!

"You don't have to, uncle, you are busy! I am here to play." The little milk bag swayed at him and smiled innocently.

"Well, there is a need to tell my uncle!" Shi Yanyang confessed, turned and went back to his desk.

The sight of the small milk bag was very casual in the office, and I took out my child's mobile phone and played it.

His children's mobile phone was specially researched for him by Luo Yibei. His own research and design is very advanced and has many functions and no adult mobile phones.

Luo Yibei knew that he didn't know much about it now, and he also developed a very advanced input method for him.

When you don't lose words, draw directly, the system automatically pops up a series of web pages through the pictures, and the system also comes with pinyin for each word.

Designed for kids, it's very powerful.

The small milk bag is a very smart child. It is only four years old. The mobile phone checks information and plays games.

Sitting on the sofa with his calf in the plate, he took his own children's mobile phone and retrieved a lot of materials for DNA identification through the combination of drawing and letter input.

The word that the small milk bag knows is not complete, but it can be read through pinyin.

Staring at the word "hair" in the means of DNA identification, the small milk mouth is tilted up.

If you can identify it through the hair, it will be much easier than trying to get the blood sample of Luo Yibei!

Looking up, staring at Shi Yiyang, who had already started working, glanced at the small milk bag. In order to confirm, if he had nothing to do with him, "Uncle, what is DNA identification?"

"A means of identifying blood relatives." Shi Yanyang casually returned to him.

The small milk bag slid down from the sofa and came to him with his small hand. The chin was resting on his desk. He followed his words and asked, "Which methods can be identified?"

"Every hair and blood can be."

Affirmative reply, let the small milk bag have a bottom, and the lips are raised higher.

"How have you been interested in this recently?" Shi Yanyang looked up and looked at his strange look.

"No, baby is just thinking, if you encounter your relatives someday, you may be able to use it." The little milk bag smiled.

"I still want to be relatives? Isn't North and North?"

"Northern North is of course good, just say what?" The small milk bag quickly denied.

Shi Yanyang thought about it too, did not continue to ask.