Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Tang Xin's heart is inexplicable, like being stung by something, full of detailed pain.

The white moonlight of song Qinbei?

Why hasn't she heard of it.

"When she comes back, you will be kicked out of bed by Qinbei! Ha ha ha... "

What else did Tang Xin want to say? Soon, he hung up.

Speechless.

What's the relationship between Song Qinbei's moonlight and her?

She's going to leave anyway.

There are nine days left. Time flies by.

Go!

Tang Xin constantly cheers himself on.

She poured the coffee and went back to the president's office.

"Mr. Song, your coffee." Tang Xin handed the coffee to his desk.

Song Qinbei's slender fingers picked up the coffee cup and sipped it lightly.

When Tang Xin returned to his seat, he wanted to continue painting, but what he could not get rid of was Qin Shuang's words.

Tang Xin's heart seems to have a fine needle to poke there.

When she closed the computer, some of them could not sit still, "President..."

"Why?" Men's slender fingers look at the file, voice low alcohol and sexy.

"May I ask you something personal?"

Tang Xin asked tentatively.

If he does have a moonlight, what is she?

Although she didn't plan to fall in love with song Qinbei in ten days, she didn't want to be the victim of song Qinbei's emotional life.

"He said

"That," Tang Xin bit his lips and looked at him anxiously with deer like eyes, "Song Zong, do you have a white moon in your heart?"

Words fall, the gas field on the man suddenly cold down.

His eyes were sharp.

"Who did you listen to?"

Tang Xin was very uncomfortable when he was stabbed by the cold eyes. Although song Qinbei didn't respond to him, she also knew what his attitude meant.

There is no source of loss in my heart, bitter.

"Oh, nothing."

Tang Xin lowered her head, turned on the computer, and tried to pretend to be addicted to work, so as to cover up her mood.

"Why, jealous?" Song Qinbei stares at her for half a sound, and his thin lips are raised.

"What kind of vinegar do I have? I'm not who you are Tang Xin gave him a white look.

"Tang Xin, admit it, you have already moved your heart to me." I don't know when song Qinbei has come to her.

He took Tang Xin into his arms with a hook.

Tang Xin is wrapped by the hot masculine smell, and her heart is beating wildly.

"Mr. Song, please pay attention to it. It's in the office now." Tang Xin pushes him, but he presses him on the sofa.

"You... What do you do?" Tang Xin's eyes were full of panic and his eyelashes were trembling.

"What do you say I'm going to do?"

The man gently blew hot air in her ear.

Tang Xin shuddered all over, and his face turned red as if the current were flowing.

In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Qinbei was just a little closer to her, but she was soft all over. What the hell was that

The next second, the man's slender and thick fingers gently rub Tang Xinfen's lips, gently rubbing.

He Mo Mou dark burn a few minutes, "woman, I like you jealous."

"You... You are jealous! You still drink soy sauce Tang Xin is unwilling to show weakness of stare at him, "if you don't pay attention to the image again, don't blame me to shout impolite!"

"At that time, all the people in the company will know that you are a female subordinate, and that your abstinence is a man God's design. It will break into a paste and penetrate the heart of the earth!"

Looking at the little woman with sharp teeth, song Qinbei was in a good mood.