Chapter 1599 The Little Kid Who Was Hit by a Double Blow

Little Milk Bag's hands froze while playing with toys. He stared at the group of people in confusion. He turned his head and picked up his phone to take a picture of his face.

When the phone screen is completely black, it can be used as a half mirror.

Little Milk Bag held the phone and stared at himself quietly. Then he turned his head stiffly and looked at Fang Chixia who was sitting next to him.

He looked at her with bright eyes. Fang Chixia knew that it was full of expectation and joy.

She was also looking at him, and her eyes were confused.

Tong Yan was still sitting next to him. She seemed to be hit by a stick. She squatted down next to Little Milk Bag, her eyes were level with his, and she stared at him seriously.

She didn't pay attention to Little Milk Bag's walking posture and the gestures of holding things. She looked at his facial features.

Xiao Yi was only more than three years old, with a chubby face. Although all the facial features could not be seen, it could be seen that the child had inherited very good genes.

Tong Yan stared at his eyes for a long time, and said to herself, "It's very much like Yi Bei!"

When Xiao Nai Bao heard that, his eyes seemed to be brighter.

He turned his face to Fang Chi Xia attentively, and looked at her expectantly, hoping to hear the same words from her.

However, Fang Chi Xia moved her lips and poured a basin of cold water on him.

"Baby, Auntie doesn't have a child!"

Her tone was very light, and when she said this, the position of her heart in her chest seemed to be grabbed by a hand, and her eyes were a little stinging.

The light that had just risen in Xiao Nai Bao's eyes was half extinguished after her words.

He sat on the sofa for a while in a sullen manner, then glanced at Tong Yan and went to Luo Yi Bei's office upstairs by himself.

When he entered Luo Yi Bei's place, the sensation he caused was the same as in Fang Chi Xia's office, and there were many voices of discussion around.

It was nothing more than about gestures and walking postures, and eyes like Luo Yi Bei.

Little Milk Bag turned his head and stared at the group of people. He came to Luo Yibei's office and was about to push the door open when Luo Yibei suddenly walked out.

The discussion in the office was still going on, and the voices were very low. After seeing Luo Yibei, the discussion became more vigorous.

Little Milk Bag raised his little face and looked at Luo Yibei's face, his eyes flickering a little.

He wanted to hear a different answer from Luo Yibei than Fang Chixia. The child's mind was very simple, and everything was reflected on his face.

Luo Yibei knew very well what he was expecting. He stared at Xiao Yi for a long time and couldn't bear it, but in the end, he still raised his hand stiffly and rubbed his head gently. He said lightly, "Xiao Yi, uncle has no children!"

In fact, for him, the walking posture, the posture of holding things, and even the eyes were not enough to explain the problem.

How many people have similar eyes?

Xiao Yi is still young now, and it is easy for him to learn the posture of walking and holding things from adults. He has been in contact with him a lot recently, and it is actually normal to be the same as him.

The only light in Xiao Yi's eyes went out after his words. He seemed to be hit, his beautiful eyes dimmed, his mouth corners shrank, and his little face suddenly collapsed.

He was like a wounded little animal, his head drooped very low, his little shoulders trembled slightly, and he was particularly lovable.

Luo Yibei was not a sympathetic person, but seeing Xiao Yi like this, he felt particularly depressed.