Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

But how can Fu Jinnian care about the two children? He can only accept the gift, praise the two children's loveliness and laugh it off.

In the banqueting hall, Tang Xin took two children to deal with those familiar or unfamiliar faces. He felt too tired, so he took Dabao and Xiaobao to find a place to rest.

"Ma Ma, this juice is good. Can I have another drink?" Xiaobao opened a pair of smart big eyes and blinked at Tang Xin.

If someone else can't stand his cute appearance, Tang Xin, as his mother, can refuse him most.

So she shook her head very calmly and refused. "No, we just agreed that we could only have one drink."

Hearing the news, Xiaobao changed her expression instantly, and her lovely face became pitiful.

"Mom ~"

“……”

Qian'er is holding a tablet and staring at it. He doesn't know what he's doing.

Tang Xin looked at his two children with completely different personalities and sighed helplessly.

Three people nestle in the sofa at the back of the banquet hall. Two children lean against Tang Xin one by one, and three faces with similar and equally outstanding features lean together. They are very eye-catching.

But such a beautiful picture was destroyed by the intruder.

Looking at Qiao ChuChu who suddenly appears, Tang Xin who just smiles because of the lovely appearance of the child frowns instantly.

There must be no good when a woman appears.

Sure enough, Qiao ChuChu pulled out a sarcastic smile, wrists fretting, gently shaking the red wine glass in his hand: "how, I feel that my identity is too low to go out."

She looked down at Tang Xin and his mother and son, and the irony and cruelty in her eyes were even worse.

"That's right. If it wasn't for song Qinbei, I'm afraid you would never have fallen into these places."

The temperature in Tang Xin's eyes dropped suddenly. With a cold eye, he patted the two children placidly and stood up.

She is half a head higher than Qiao ChuChu, so now the person who is superior has become Tang Xin.

A sudden sense of oppression came to Qiao ChuChu. Her eyes twinkled. Maybe she was afraid of being seen in her distress. She stood around her neck and glared at Tang Xin.

"Miss Qiao is so ridiculous." Tang Xin stepped back, holding her arm and looking at her indifferently, "how did I get in? That's my ability. As for Miss Qiao who looks down on me so much, I dare to ask what identity Miss Qiao came in."

Who doesn't know that Qiao ChuChu has nothing to do but rely on his father. Everyone says that Qiao ChuChu has nothing to do but reincarnate.

This is a loud slap in the face for Qiao ChuChu.

Sure enough, after hearing Tang Xin's words, her eyes suddenly became fierce, as if she had been poisoned.

She holds the right hand of the red wine glass, because the force has turned white, obviously angry to the extreme.

Tang Xin coldly watched her expression change, always keeping an expression, an action, quietly looking at her.

"Tang Xin, what are you proud of?" With that, Qiao ChuChu pours red wine on Tang Xin.

Tang Xin couldn't avoid it. He saw that the red wine would be spilled on his dress.

As a result, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

In fact, Tang Xin has not yet seen what the visitors look like, but the familiar mint fragrance is filled in his nose, which is unique to the Northern Song Dynasty.