Chapter 2289 Little Milk Bag Comes on Stage

Little Milk Bag was probably afraid of a disagreement, so her anger was rekindled. She broke off a leaf of the frangipani next to her and fanned it at her from time to time.

He was an atypical little warm boy. He was very cold when he was cold, but he was particularly heartwarming when he was caring.

At least, after having him, Fang Chixia never thought that having a son was not as good as having a daughter.

Little Milk Bag was quite gentlemanly, and Gang's behavior really made Fang Chixia feel warm.

However, as soon as that mouth, which was not inferior to Luo Yibei's poisonous tongue, spoke, the image was immediately subverted.

Retracting his short legs, Little Milk Bag sat cross-legged in front of her, looking down at her sitting on the chair, his tone was very disdainful, "It's just a quarrel! What's the big deal? You were hugging each other so fiercely at the airport one second ago, and you wished you couldn't see each other the next second? Are you two awkward?"

His vocabulary is getting richer and richer now, and his tone is getting more and more like a little adult.

A few words actually made Fang Chixia speechless.

"Xia Xia, did Beibei guess right about Uncle Leng?" Little Milk Bag asked again, glancing at her.

He seemed very curious about this question. When he looked at Fang Chixia, his eyes were bent and a smile flowed in his eyes.

"Don't worry so much, kid!" Fang Chixia rubbed his head and poured herself another cup of fruit tea.

Little Milk Bag had no choice but to move a chair, sit next to her, and drink with her.

"Actually, you can't blame Beibei. I think men will mind this kind of thing." He clinked glasses with her and said another sentence with a smile.

He said it as if he had become a man and knew a lot about this.

Fang Chixia was speechless about him, rolled her eyes at him, and drank the fruit tea in the cup in one gulp.

She and Xiaoyi stayed in the courtyard for a while, and only went to the villa where the family of three lived when dinner time came.

When they arrived, Luo Yibei was in the restaurant.

There was a large dinner on the table, which should have been prepared by the chef in the palace.

He sat at the dining table, facing the table full of food, but didn't start eating, as if waiting for the mother and son.

Fang Chixia stared at him, took Xiao Yi and walked over, sat down without saying anything, and just quietly ate his own meal.

A restaurant, surprisingly quiet.

Luo Yibei didn't say anything either, staring at her face, he kept staring at her the whole time.

Fang Chixia felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her, as if a thorn was stuck in her body, sitting anywhere was uncomfortable, but she ignored it.

At the dining table, only the little milk bag was babbling.

"Beibei, Xia Xia and I sat at Mrs. Anqi's place for an afternoon today! Did you look for us?"

"My wife and son are gone, why don't you care where we go?"

"Are you still angry?"

"Xia Xia drank four pots of fruit tea in one breath, the fire should be almost out."

Holding a chicken leg in his hand, he was chatting with Luo Yibei while chewing.

By the way, he reported to him Fang Chixia's current mood.

After drinking so much water and coming back on his own initiative, he felt that Fang Chixia's anger should have subsided.

The two of them had been through so much, and he felt that they would not really quarrel over such a thing.

Luo Yibei was speechless to him. His expressionless face twitched slightly after his cute words.