Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"The woman I like needs to be strong?" Song Qinbei slowly got up, he slowly arranged the expensive and luxurious suit, "now it's still time to admit defeat."

"Tonight, my bedroom won't close."

Tang Xin was stunned, and quickly reflected what he meant.

"I Pooh!" Tang Xin touched his hot face, "what are you talking about!

I can't fall in love with you, let alone climb into your bed.

You'd better die of this heart

Asshole man!

Megalomania!

paranoid!

Tang Xin was a little far away from him, drawing cartoons secretly.

Let out all your dissatisfaction with song Qinbei through comics

In the evening, Tang Xin followed song Qinbei back to the villa.

This time, as soon as she got home, she rushed to her room. She was about to lock the door, but the door was knocked.

This time, with a mask of small steamed stuffed bun, a lovely pajamas, holding a pillow, clever stand outside the door of Tang.

Beside xiaobaozi, there is song Qinbei in pajamas.

The father and son are still dressed as parents.

"Pretty sister, I'm sleepy." At the moment, xiaobaozi is no longer qian'er, but Tang Xiaobao.

Tang Xiaobao was afraid that Tang Xin would hear his voice. He deliberately let the voice down for a few minutes. With that, he took a pillow, wore small slippers, and calmly went to Tang Xin's room.

You mean to sleep with her again?

Tang Xin scratched his head, and his eyes fell on Song Qinbei with a calm face, "Mr. Song, you?"

"With my son."

Song Qinbei calmly holds the pillow, pushes Tang Xin's arm away, takes a big long leg step, and walks inside.

"Not... Mr. Song, isn't that good?"

How did he come to his room without blushing or beating?

Oh, although the room belongs to song Qinbei.

One big and one small neatly put their pillows on the bed.

Tang Xin's pillow is in the middle, xiaobaozi's small pillow is on the left, and song Qinbei's big pillow is on the right.

"My son is here. What do you worry about me doing to you?"

"Mr. Song, if qian'er is afraid of sleeping alone, he can have a room with you alone."

"Pretty sister, do you dislike qian'er?" Xiaobao's big eyes filled with tears quickly. He cried out with a cry and rubbed his eyes with two small hands. "Wuwu, qian'er is a disgusting child. Qian'er is not numb, and his beautiful sister hates me

A child without a mother is like a grass. Since everyone doesn't like me, I might as well run away from home, sobbing... "

Xiaobao sobbed and wept as he went outside.

Tang Xin didn't expect that her words could bring so much harm to the little guy. She was distressed and guilty. She quickly stopped the little baozi, "qian'er, I'm sorry, I don't mean to dislike you at all, but it's not suitable for your father to live in the same room with me.

Either we live together or you live with your dad.

School teachers should have taught you that men and women are different, right

Tang Xin tried to make his words more euphemistic.

"But didn't my sister sleep with daddy last time? Once born, twice cooked. " Tang Xiaobao stopped his tears and worried that he would be recognized.

"But..."

"Don't you think I'm interested in you just because you're a little steamed bun, Tang Xin?" Song Qinbei looked at some two points of Tang Xin.

"... you are Wangzai steamed bread! Your family are all Wangzai steamed buns. " Tang Xin Ting Ting, "I'm wowowotou, the kind of four for one yuan."