Little baozi ran to the side of little Milo's seat. Anita said hello to little baozi with a smile, "little Milo, little brother, I'm so happy!"

Milo was lying on the armrest of the baby seat, looking at the bun with his little head on his back, "little brother!"

Xiaobaozi waved his fleshy little hand and said hello to xiaomiluo. He called with milk and milk, "brother!"

Jasper also put little Milo on the ground with a smile, "little Milo, the little brother you want to see, I saw him today!"

Little Milo is also smiling and small steamed stuffed bun waved his little hand, "brother!"

"Brother!" Xiaobaozi smiles, grabs xiaomiluo's hand and says, "brother, play!"

"Yes, Milo, you should take good care of your brother, OK?" Anita said to her son, Milo, with a smile.

Anita didn't expect that she was so big when she was hugged by Mu Yue, and she was still able to walk, so clever.

On one side, a few half eaten children, all four or five-year-old babies, were pushed to the front of the bun by their parents one by one.

"Young master Xiao, this is my son. Let him play with you."

"Young master, this is my daughter. She is three years older than you. Let Sister Li play with you, OK?"

Several parents are with a bright smile, said to the small bun.

This smile is as bright as it can be. On the contrary, it makes the steamed stuffed bun look very impressive.

Xiaobaozi is very uncomfortable with the smile of these adults, subconsciously hiding behind xiaomiluo.

Milo stood in front of the bun, looking like a little adult bodyguard, "my brother doesn't play with you, only Milo!"

Jasper and Anita look at the enthusiasm of little Milo and steamed stuffed bun, a little sad, but also very pleased.

It seems that xiaobaozi and xiaomiluo have a very good relationship!

Sure enough, it's the best relationship to fight from a young age.

"Little Milo, it's fun to have more people!"

"Yes, children, the more people there are, the more fun it is. Let my brother play with you."

"My sister is very good at taking care of people. Let my sister play with you."

The parents who came with their children tried to persuade little Milo.

Little Milo opened his arms and protected the bun behind him. "My brother is mine. I won't bully you!"

Baozi tilts his head slightly and looks at Milo in front of him.

Although little Milo was not comfortable since he was a child, because he was older and taller than little baozi, he completely blocked him from being seen.

When he heard Milo's words, a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Brother!" Xiao Junyan was not afraid of the bun when he was a child. Suddenly, he had the courage to come out from behind Milo. He put his hands on his waist and said, "don't bully my brother!"

Who is he? He is the proudest son of his parents. He can't lose his momentum!

Although xiaobaozi is still very small, and his young face, it seems that there is no reality, but his small body actually exudes a strong momentum that no one is allowed to get close to.

The momentum of small steamed stuffed bun made those children who were not very old scared. They stepped back a few steps, and some of them jumped into their parents' arms and cried.