Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

At the moment of seeing song Qinbei, Tang Xinzhen felt that he had met the God of heaven. He walked towards him step by step and witnessed her embarrassment and weakness.

The beam of light in his hand is shining straight towards this side. In the blurred vision, Tang Xin looks at the figure that he is running towards him. At that moment, her whole body's strength has disappeared.

Her tight string can be loosened at last.

Song Qinbei looks at the muddy person not far away. Her clothes are covered with mud and rain, and her hair is so wet that she is close to her cheek. If she were someone else, she would not be able to match Meili.

But at the moment, Tang Xin is still amazingly beautiful in the eyes of song Qinbei. Her eyes are very bright in the moon.

Even though she was exhausted, she still held the child tightly in her arms. She didn't show weakness until she saw him.

"Song Qinbei..." with this sentence, Tang's heart and legs softened, and the whole person almost knelt down. Fortunately, song Qinbei had rushed to her side and caught them tightly.

Everything about him is in his arms.

"Here you are." She murmured and fell into his arms.

Facing her eyes, song Qinbei lowered his head, his forehead against her forehead, responding to her words, "yes, I'm here, I'm late."

Song Qinbei hugs Tang Xin, who has qian'er in his heart. The bodyguards around him wrap qian'er in a blanket and follow them.

Tang Xin is in Song Qinbei's arms, and his steady and powerful heartbeat is in his ear. It's different from what he usually hears when he falls asleep. It's a real, rapid heartbeat.

He must be in a hurry, too.

At that moment, Tang Xin was at ease as never before. She fell asleep in Song Qinbei's arms.

When she woke up again, the sun was shining high. She used to look around. It was empty and the quilt was well folded.

Just want to get up, but found that he had no strength, voice and a little bit about to smoke feeling.

"Wake up, drink the medicine quickly." Song Qinbei came in with a bowl of things in his hand. Tang Xin realized that he was also ill.

Looking down, his clothes have been changed, his hair has been untied, and there is a faint smell of shampoo.

Song Qinbei also washed her hair? An inexplicable emotion surged into my heart. Tang Xin had no time to capture that emotion, so he was fumigated by the smell of the medicine.

"How is qian'er?"

"The doctor said it's just a low fever. It's gone. Wait until he wakes up to see what's going on."

Tang Xin finished the bowl of black medicine in one breath. Holding his breath, he was going to find something to pass by. One thing was put into his mouth, bringing the sweet taste of hegemony.

It's candy.

Her heart seems to be infected by the sweetness brought by this candy, and it also shows a trace of sweetness.

"Who shot yesterday?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure it's for us."

Tang Xin frowned slightly, thinking of yesterday's adventure, if those people don't catch quickly, how can she let the two children go out.

As if knowing what she was thinking, song Qinbei reached out to smooth the wrinkles in her eyebrows and comforted her: "don't worry, I'm here."

Tang Xin's memory was drawn back a few years ago by this sentence. At that time, a host asked her - what do you think is the most romantic sentence.

She remembers that someone answered at that time: buy, I love you, spend whatever you like, I'll wait for you, it doesn't matter

But her answer is - I'm here.

At this moment, Tang Xin heard his own answer, also heard his heartbeat.