The father and son talked on both sides while walking outside the mall.

Walking, passing through a Cartier store, the two figures in front of the room carrying a gift box just came out of the store.

The distance between the four is a bit far, and the small milk bag is discussing with Luo Yibei what kind of fried chicken and fried fish and chips should be eaten.

Luo Yibei was speechless to him and has been trying to get his topic on the right track.

The two men looked at each other and their attention was on the conversation, not looking forward.

The people in front did not look back. After leaving the mall, they went straight to the parking lot.

When Luo Yibei and Xiaoyi arrived at the parking lot, they were a little late for two or three minutes.

Going to my car, the car just opened, not yet on the bus, the other car suddenly opened from the side.

Luo Yibei stood in front of the car door, and when the car drove in front of him, the person in the driver's seat was just facing him.

The eyes fixed on the two faces of the driver's seat and the passenger's seat. He was shocked and called out in the car. "Fang Chi Xia!"

The parking lot is located next to the busy road, with cars passing by from time to time, occasionally accompanied by a few whistling whistle.

The car in front is driving fast, and the second speed is far away.

The voice of Luo Yibei was drowned in the traffic, and the people in front were obviously not heard.

"Fang Chi Xia!" Luo Yibei ran a long way forward, want to chase, however, but was opened!

Xiaoyi is still in the parking lot, Luo Yibei can't leave him to let go, chasing the car in the direction of disappearing, deeply conditioning the breath, and squatting.

The small milk bag ran from behind to catch up with him, came to him, looked at the direction of the car disappearing, looked at Luo Yibei, took his hand and gently pulled it down, "North-North! ”

Luo Yibei stared at Fang Chi Xia in the direction of leaving, as if he did not hear him.

"North-North!" The small milk bag called him again.

Luo Yibei’s thoughts were pulled back by him, turned his head and his eyes looked stiff and glanced at his face.

"We have to go to the feast at night!" The little milk bag looked at him with a small face and reminded him, "You can also meet Uncle Fisno!"

Yes, his words are correct.

They are already in the R country, and they want to touch Fasno. The upper class is not afraid to touch it.

"Well, go back first!" Luo Yibei faintly responded to him, picked him up and took him to the side of the car.

The birthday of the Prince’s House is set at 7:30 in the evening.

When Luo Yibei was in the mall, he gave Xiaoyi a ban on fried chicken. When he was five o'clock, he took him to a nearby western restaurant and gave him a double.

The small milk bag sat across from him, holding a cola in one hand, a fried chicken in one hand, and took a bite. He looked at Luo Yibei, who was just staring at himself. He suddenly said, "In fact, you are still pretty good!"

"I know?" Luo Yibei gave him a faint look.

The small milk bag is speechless to him.

Is this going up the hill?

He actually refers to Luo Yibei is not bad for him.

But for him, it doesn't matter how good he is. The most important thing is that he can't let his mom be wronged.

The two people sat in the restaurant for a while. When it was less than seven in the evening, Luo Yibei drove him slowly to the Prince’s Palace.

He deliberately gotten a little early, sent the gift out, and after that, while chatting casually with friends he knew, he stared at the guests who were coming in and out.