"Well, it happened." Shi Yanyang faintly returned to him.

"But, there is a place where Aunt Yan Yan is, it seems that every time there is an uncle!" The smile in the eyes of the little milk bag deepened.

Shi Yanyang’s face was slightly distorted, and he raised his hand and slammed his head. “Children, much more!”

The little milk bag smiled at him and looked at the food he had cooked.

Very meticulous cuisine, French.

French cuisine pays attention to craftsmanship, pays attention to technology, pays attention to the market, and is very difficult. People who are not patient enough can't do it.

The small milk bag looked at the plate and smiled and asked, "Is it ready for Aunt Yan Yan?"

"Yeah." Shi Yanyang did not deny it, and even admitted it was very simple.

“Looks like a marriage proposal!” The little milk bag frowned and continued to express her opinion.

"It is noon now." Shi Yanyang faintly corrected.

"Not all the same." The little milk bag didn't take his words seriously.

What he wants to emphasize is that his meal looks as grand as the meal that is specifically used to propose marriage.

"Is it coming?" Shi Yanyang opened the subject.

"Come on, maybe I don't know what to do with Xia Xia." The little milk bag smiled back to him, and his tone was a little bit awkward.

Shi Yanyang's eyes were pumping and he looked at his eyes a little weird.

This kid!

"What do you mean by doing?"

The little milk bag smashed, and the pride of a face, "Isn't that something for adults?"

Shi Yanyang was another pumping, and he was amused by him at once. "Look at it at home?"

The little milk bag has a light face. "Isn't the married adult not like this?"

"Hey, even this reason understands!" Shi Yanyang smiled and smiled.

The small milk bag was put together in front of him, and he looked at him with a smile, and brought the topic back again. "Uncle, are you chasing Yan Auntie?"

Shi Yanyang’s lips were slightly drawn, but they did not deny it. “It’s seen by you!”

The eyebrows of the small milk bag bent a little deeper, staring at him for a while, a small hand slid on his shoulder, and began to express a series of opinions. "Uncle, your way is too warm, this kind of thing you You should learn more from North and North!"

The small milk bag went on to say a lot. When I returned to China, Luo Yibei forcibly took Fang Chixia away from the airport. What was mandatory for her home, forced to find her and then kept her from letting go. Shake it all out.

In his eyes, Luo Yibei, the words and deeds are two words - overbearing, tough.

In the small milk bag, it is also the type of person in the bones. He mentioned Luo Yibei, and he appreciates it.

Shi Yanyang apparently did not expect a four-year-old child to say such words. The eyebrows picked and picked, and he glanced at each other. "Do you even understand these?"

"I don't understand, I just watch!" The little milk bag smiled back to him, and opened his arms to him, let him hold himself down and swayed out to the kitchen. "I am going to find Yan Yan!" ”

Swinging at Shi Yanyang, the little figure disappeared outside the kitchen.

When I came out, Tong Yan didn't find it, but she bumped into Luo Yibei.

Luo Yibei picked him up and took him to the direction of the pool side of the pool in the summer. "Hey, you swim!"

"Oh yeah!" The little milk bag seemed to be very happy. His arms glared at his neck and kissed him on his face, leaving him a slobber.