Chapter 1424 Father and Son Contest

"I haven't wet the bed for a long time! I'm obedient!" Xiao Nianbao lifted her chin slightly, with a proud look on her face.

His eyes were fixed on the drink in his hand, and he wanted to turn around to grab it, but Luo Yibei, who didn't even look at his drink before, raised his hand and took a mouthful of what he had not finished drinking without blushing or panting. Drinks are clean.

The little milk looked at the water in the drink cup slowly, and the corners of her lips that were raised proudly became shriveled as the drink decreased.

But he didn't make a move to continue grabbing.

"Isn't it disdain?" He snorted softly, as if he despised Luo Yi Beigang's behavior.

"I like it." Luo Yibei's answer was as concise as ever.

What I like about him actually means, I can do whatever I want, who can control it?

Who knows, the little milk bag followed his words and said, "I can see that you like it very much, otherwise I wouldn't drink it so cleanly, maybe there is still saliva!"

Luo Yibei's calm face turned black again.

"Does it taste okay?" Little Nippon raised his head and glanced at him calmly, teasing with a smile.

Luo Yibei ignored what he said, probably because he felt that the little milk bag was too noisy, and his eyes were locked in front of him, and he regained his high cold again.

The little milk bag was also not angry, picked up the drink cup that he drank to the point of slag, and took a few sips hard.

I don't know if the sound he was sucking was intentional or not. It was loud, and the cup was made of plastic.

I don't know if it's because the small mouth didn't cover the habit, and a few drops of saliva flowed from the corner of the mouth.

Luo Yibei only likes his own children. As for the others, he has no feeling at all.

He felt that the child was annoying, such as this one in front of him.

Very noisy, such as this one.

Dirty, like this one!

The characteristics that he disliked, the small milk bag seemed to occupy it all.

"The saliva is coming out!" Luo Yibei reminded coldly.

The little milk bag ignored it, and was still sipping on the empty drink.

Nothing came out, and he turned to the cherry inside with a straw.

He didn't know if he came here on purpose to provoke Luo Yibei's temper, and he made a lot of noise.

So, in Luo Yibei's ear, the sound of the plastic cup being pinched has never stopped.

Luo Yibei's face was just a little cold, and it condensed into frost.

I twisted up the little milk bag that was still holding the drink cup and sucked like a baby next to me. I wanted to throw him out, but the little milk bag reacted very excitedly. His arms clasped.

"You have a good temper!" His voice contained a faint complaint.

Although he was complaining, he did not alienate Luo Yibei. After his arms hugged him, his two short legs fluttered in the air twice, and he even slipped into Luo Yibei's arms.

Xiao Niipao was not afraid of him, and even ignored Luo Yibei's dark face, and his two feet stepped directly on Luo Yibei's noble suit pants.

Little Milk Bun has just been playing in the garden for so long, and her shoes are still stained with the fragrant garden soil.

This step, Luo Yibei's suit pants, two footprints are particularly obvious.

Luo Yibei's cleanliness is notorious.

Basically, not even a speck of dust appeared on his clothes, let alone two such striking footprints.

His gaze moved down stiffly, and he stared at the footprints on his trousers for a while, and the blue veins on his forehead faintly floated twice.