Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"Not bad."

The man's face is not red and his heart is not beating.

"Pretty sister, promise me." Qian'er shakes Tang Xin's arm.

The big dark eyes showed a childlike desire, which made Tang Xin's refusal stuck in his throat.

"I..." she gritted her teeth. She was a child.

With this child, she didn't believe that song Qinbei could do anything in front of her son.

"If you don't dislike me, fine." Tang Xin smiles at him.

Qian'er said with a smile, "great!"

He turned back and beckoned to song Qinbei, with a cheerful tone: "father, come here quickly."

It was the first time that song Qinbei was so happy to see qian'er.

Qian'er grew up with a smile on his way to Zishan.

I can see that he really likes Tang Xin.

Qian'er's curved eyebrows made song Qinbei feel a little better. His eyebrows and corners of his eyes were also dyed with a smile, and he walked over.

So qian'er led Tang Xin's in his left hand and song Qinbei's in his right.

Three people walk side by side into Tang Xin's bedroom.

Qian'er even mischievously raised her two short legs and walked into the room with a soft arm pulled by Tang Xin and song Qinbei in a swing.

He is the happiest child in the world.

Qian'er was a little proud. Xiaobao didn't have such treatment.

Later, he will show off with Xiaobao.

Came to the room, Tang Xin released Qian Er's little hand.

Qian'er looked at the empty left hand, some lost.

"Children, you and your father sleep in bed, I sleep on the sofa."

Tang Xin clean action holding a small quilt, spread on the sofa.

Qian'er's big eyes are full of injuries. His little mouth pursed: "pretty sister, do you hate qian'er?"

The voice is full of complaint and sadness.

Tang Xin's heart softened.

"How can I, how can I hate you, you are so lovely." Tang Xin rubbed his little head.

"Since you don't hate me, why don't you want to share a bed with me?" Qian'er pursed her small mouth and big eyes, as if she was going to cry the next second.

Ah

Don't cry

Tang Xin was at a loss: "I..."

"Woman, aren't you afraid of falling in love with me?" Song Qinbei is lazy to pick eyebrows. His low alcohol voice is as sweet as cello, which makes people's ears crisp.

"You don't want to sleep in the same bed with me, just for fear of falling in love with me and losing the bet."

"What are you talking about?" "I just think it's inconvenient.

And please don't be so narcissistic, OK?

Who said that sleeping in the same bed with you can fall in love with you?

Mr. Song, are you too confident? "

"Since you're not afraid, go to bed." The man's deep eyes fixed on her.

Tang Xin had a lump in his throat: "I..."

Why does that sound so wrong

There seems to be something wrong

"Yes, pretty sister. Since you don't hate qian'er and are not afraid to fall in love with my father, why don't you want to sleep in the same bed with us?" Qian'er continued to shake Tang Xin's arm. He was aggrieved and looked like a weeping bag. His eyes were full of tears, as if he would cry the next second: "qian'er is very poor. He didn't have any pain from his mother.

Without mom, other children are laughing at me and not playing with me.

I don't have a friend.

Seeing her beautiful sister, qian'er felt like her mother.

I just want to sleep with my beautiful sister... "