Chapter 1403 Poor Tutoring

As he leaned against the door, his pitifully short legs folded lazily like an adult. He raised his little white arms and greeted her with a smile.

Fang Chixia's eyes twitched slightly.

"Do you think this counts as fate?" The little milk bag continued to chat with her with a smile.

He didn't seem to be able to see that there were still gambling games at the scene. There were still so many people at the scene, and he didn't take it seriously.

He seemed to only be able to see Fang Chixia, and he was not afraid of disturbing others. He wondered if the volume was a little high, and his voice seemed to be a little excited.

fate?

Fang Chixia lowered her gaze forty-five degrees and then lowered her gaze. She glanced at his short figure, which was probably less than her legs, and she shivered.

Even a little kid knows what fate is?

The way she looked at him was very contemptuous, the little milk bag automatically filtered her eyes, and trotted towards her.

The boat vibrated slightly from time to time, and he ran unsteadily. His body seemed to be shaking when he ran, which was very funny and lovable.

There was also a waiter with him, probably because he was afraid that he would fall and get injured, as soon as he ran, the waiter ran after him.

"Alas! Be careful!"

"Be careful not to fall!"

"Ouch, my little master, run slower!"

The waiter was much taller than him, but he was always beside him like a servant.

The image of an adult is actually much shorter than that of a three- or four-year-old child.

this kid!

Fang Chixia stared at the little milk bag running towards her and looked at it again and again. She was suddenly curious, what kind of parents could inherit such a child with such aura?

In fact, the little milk bag was a little excited when she first saw her, but she couldn't hold back when she ran over.

When he came to her, he probably felt that his behavior just now was a little out of shape, and the little chin was lifted slightly, and his face returned to the arrogance when he just appeared.

Glancing at Fang Chixia with contempt, Xiao Mengyin resounded in the room again, "You are so stupid! I can do Face-cards!"

Chi/naked contempt, and speaking is not polite at all, looking at Fang Chixia's eyes is more contemptuous than Fang Chixia just looked at him.

The corners of Fang Chixia's lips that were slightly raised, like a frosted flower, shrunk suddenly.

The blue veins on Fang Chixia's forehead jumped twice, and suddenly there was an urge to rub the boy hard.

She is working now, is this demolishing her in front of her client?

Hold back!

Hold back!

Can't compare with a little brat!

Fang Chixia took a deep breath and calmed her face. She pulled the corners of her lips and rubbed the little milk bag's head as if nothing had happened.

"Baby, Auntie is just not good at gambling terminology."

Out of the corner of her eye, she squinted at him, and she raised her eyebrows, "It's you, where did you find out about this?"

"It's not easy? My daddy taught me well!" Xiao Nianbao raised her chin arrogantly, and seemed very proud when she mentioned this question.

"Did you teach it?" Fang Chixia's face twisted slightly.

"Yeah, my daddy taught it." Little Milk Bun nodded with a smile.

"Why don't you learn these things?" Fang Chixia had a black line on his face.

"Who said I didn't learn well?" Little Niuba snorted, proudly counting a lot with her fingers, "My daddy also taught me how to play guns, teach me to fight, and teach me how to play tricks. …”