Sha Xingbao hugged him very cautiously. However, Xiao Naibao didn't seem to have any sense of danger.
After his feet stepped on the guardrail, he kept climbing up.
While crawling, he was mumbling to himself, "Beautiful Mrs. Angel said that the higher you stand, the farther you can see. Baby, you should stand on the top step so that you can have a wider field of vision!"
"Be careful, hold on firmly!" Sha Xingbao supported him fearfully from behind, fearing that he might not be able to hold him firmly for a moment.
On the contrary, the little breast bag seemed to be stepping on flat ground, and he even patted her shoulder to comfort her, "Little aunt, don't be nervous, I am already so big, I can hold it steady."
Sha Xingbao, “…”
Sha Xingbao's eyes scanned his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
He's not even four yet, how old is he
However, considering the self-esteem of the little man with a small breast bag, she did not say this.
Although the little girl has a sweet mouth, her personality is absolutely tough.
At such a young age, he already has his temper, principles and arrogance. When facing people in the palace, his sweet mouth can make people melt. However, when facing strangers he doesn't like, he is almost always aloof.
The little chin is always held high, and the way he looks at people often inadvertently reveals a bit of coldness and arrogance that is not what a child of this age should have.
Sometimes looking at him like that, Sha Xingbao would unconsciously think of Luo Yibei.
Leng Aoshi's small milk bag sometimes makes Sha Xingbao have the illusion of seeing Luo Yibei when he was a child.
However, it's just an illusion.
After coming back to his senses, he looked at the little milk bag again. The little guy looked sweet and quirky again.
There is never an eccentric side to Luo Yibei.
The little girl's hands were holding on to the guardrail of the bow, her body was pressed against the railing, and she was looking casually at the shore with her neck up to her neck.
His expression seemed to be very leisurely, and his fingertips were tapping the guardrail repeatedly. He looked particularly laid-back.
At this time on the shore, there happened to be two figures walking towards this side, one male and one female.
The man is blond and blue-eyed, with a typical European appearance. The woman is very delicate, with a small face, fair skin, and particularly beautiful facial features, with a very classical oriental beauty.
The man walked in front, and the young woman followed him closely, seeming to be the other party's translator.
When the two people walked, they would exchange a few words from time to time, and the language was French.
Country Y is a European country, and the little girl has seen a lot of Europeans with blond hair and blue eyes. The man walking in front did not attract his attention at all, but the delicate young woman next to her, who was as delicate as an oriental doll, attracted his attention from the moment she appeared. He has a lot of interests.
The man and woman below are still walking towards this side, seeming to be preparing to board the cruise ship.
As the two figures moved, the voices of their conversations became clearer and clearer.
The conversation was roughly about the situation of this cruise ship, how much it cost to build, what activities are going on here tonight, and so on.
The little girl has a natural control over her appearance. When she sees something beautiful, she can't help but take a few glances at it.
His eyes fell on the young woman under the boat and never moved away. He looked at her dreamily, and for a moment he was in a trance.
The young woman under the boat was still approaching the cruise ship. When she walked through the cockpit and walked under the small milk bag, she seemed to be aware of the other person's gaze. She raised her head and stared at him.
Their eyes met, and Little Milk Bag reflexively corrected his standing posture.