The little milk bag raised his head and stared at him. His big black eyes turned. He stared at the man, and the corners of his mouth suddenly collapsed“ My mother is gone! " He seemed to be very wronged. His milk voice was like a piece of marshmallow. It was soft, sweet and cute. The advantage of being beautiful is that in case of any trouble, you only need to open your mouth and someone will be willing to help“ Lost with mom? What does Mom look like? Tell me, aunt. Maybe aunt has seen it. " Children under the age of four are so delicate that most people don't have much parry. The waiter squatted down in front of him and chatted with him enthusiastically. The little milk bag looked at her, raised his hand, and began a series of gestures“ So high! "“ Very beautiful! "“ The hair is black and the voice is very nice. "“ I've been speaking French all the way up, and I'm fluent in French. "“ Wearing a sea blue dress. " He continued to say a lot, and finally summed up, "you look at the most special one in the crowd!" The waiter was ashamed. The most special one in the crowd? Can the special in the eyes of four-year-old children be the same as that in the eyes of adults? However, the little milk bag was such a reminder that she seriously recalled it. Sea blue, French, from the East... I seem to have some impression. Betting area. Fang Chi Xia is still doing translation. No matter what she does, she has always been excellent, especially in translation. But today's task, she did not go well. The main reason is that she knows too little about such professional words as gambling“ Miss Fang, what did Mr. Chen just say? " Around us, the voice of the customer came again. I spoke to her in French. The man surnamed Chen on the gambling table just said cards. The word "professional field" speaks Chinese. Fang Chi Xia naturally understands Chinese, but she needs to be translated into a language that French customers can understand. She's not good at table games. She doesn't know what the French or English of cards is“ Er... "I was thinking about how to resolve the embarrassment. Suddenly, a very young voice came," face cards. " A voice with strong milk flavor, cute, soft, cotton candy like Q. Fang Chi Xia was stunned and looked at the source of the voice in surprise. At the door, a three - or four-year-old child swaggered towards the room. His eyes were particularly proud. His small and exquisite chin was gently raised with an arrogant coldness. When walking, his gait was like a little king. However, the face is surprisingly cute. This is a strong contrast, with a steamed stuffed bun like face that everyone wants to pinch when they see it. However, his expression and gait are particularly proud. He has a cold and arrogant magnetic field and holds his head high. When he walked in, several adults even took the initiative to make way for him. A child who looks like he hasn't broken his milk can have such an Aura! When Fang Chi Xia stared at the child, she was slightly surprised. What surprised her even more was that she couldn't translate. He received it so smoothly! The little milk bag was still walking towards the room. As soon as he entered the door, his eyes directly swept to Fang Chi Xia's“ Hi, we meet again! " This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.