Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Xiaobao made a face and pointed to the direction of song Qinbei. The ghost said, "Mommy, there's a good baby over there who doesn't have a hug!"

Tang Xin and song Qinbei were stunned. They couldn't help looking at each other. It's rare that they both made a big red face.

"You little villain!" Tang Xin pinched his little nose and said angrily.

Song Qinbei coughed uneasily and looked away. But in the place where Tang Xin couldn't see, he quietly gave his two good sons a thumbs up.

Qian'er takes Tang Xin's hand and pulls her toward the north of Song Dynasty. "Xiao Bao is right. That good baby also wants to hug."

His small arms are white and tender. Tang Xin is afraid of hurting him, so he has to follow his strength and walk in that direction, and is pushed to song Qinbei.

Song Qinbei held her in a hurry, with a smile in his eyes. He was so soft that he wanted to drip water. He asked in his voice, "am I good?"

He always looks decisive, suddenly like a little suckling dog. Where can Tang Xin resist? I just feel my heart pounding and I want to jump out.

The sound was so loud that she almost doubted whether song Qinbei had heard it.

He pushed him away in shame and annoyance, and pinned his sideburns uneasily. Then Tang Xin glared at him, "in front of the child, what are you doing?"

Song Qinbei put out his hand innocently, "it's just because in front of the children that he wants to set an example for them and let them know that they should be good and listen to their mother, right?"

Before Tang Xin could speak, Xiao Bao was biting his ears with qian'er

He said it was ear biting, but the sound could be heard by all four people.

Qian'er and he covered their mouths and snickered, so angry that Tang Xin couldn't help staring at them.

"Well, what's the competition with the children?" At this time, song Qinbei came out to be a good man. Seeing her with a bag on her back, she asked, "where are you going?"

Tang Xin then remembered what he had planned to do, "Oh, Fu Jinnian's birthday the day after tomorrow, I'll pick him a gift."

Song Qinbei's face turned black. "Do you want to pick his gift yourself?"

"Of course," Tang Xin went to the car door, "if you want to go to someone else's birthday party, how can you not choose a good gift? Mr. Song, if you don't prepare your gifts well, don't you want to ruin it? "

Receiving her suspicious eyes, song Qinbei was a little uncomfortable, "cough, how, how? I was going to choose gifts. In that case, I'll go with you. Xiao Bao, qian'er, get in the car. "

The two little guys cheered and climbed into the back seat of the car. Song Qinbei went to the co driver's side and helped Tang Xin open the door. He put his hand on the top of the car to prevent her from hitting her head.

Tang Xin took a look at him and saw that his two sons were happy, so he didn't say anything and got on the co pilot.

As soon as he sat down, song Qinbei bent down.

His breath suddenly approached, which made Tang Xin feel uneasy.

Too close, close to her eyes, you can see the top of his hair spin, close to his body, the smell of plants, almost surrounded her nose.

"Song Qinbei, what are you doing?" His head was in an awkward position, which made her dare not move.

Song Qinbei straightened up and said, "what do you want to do? Help you fasten your seat belt."