Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Song Qinbei's face turned black.

What the hell is a four dollar nest?

"Pretty sister, you promise my daddy. I can't sleep without my daddy." Xiaobao shakes Tang Xin's arm, soft and charming.

Tang Xin is really hard to resist the little guy's coquetry, she is a little soft hearted, "that... That's OK."

Does song Qinbei not do anything in front of his own son?

Otherwise it would be a beast.

"Hee hee, pretty sister, it's so nice of you!" If it wasn't for wearing a mask, Xiaobao would surely throw a big mouthful at my dear mama.

And Tang Xin stares at the little guy's eyebrows, but the more he looks, the more he feels like his own treasure.

It's too similar.

This look, this eyebrow

"Qian'er, you are very similar to my little treasure." Tang Xin suddenly remembered that when he went to the amusement park with Xiaobao last time, didn't a child follow him?

That kid was wearing a mask, too.

Is

When Tang Xiaobao's heart was tight, he heard Tang Xin ask, "qian'er, have you ever been to an amusement park before?"

No, Ma Ma must have found something.

Instead of lying

"Yes, pretty sister, don't you forget that the last time you went to the amusement park with Xiaobao, I followed you and played the roller coaster."

"So that child was you last time!" Tang Xin exclaimed.

Last time, she didn't ask her name. Unexpectedly, she ran into the child in the Song family by such a coincidence!

She and the child are really predestined.

"Qian'er, have you met Tang Xin long ago?" Song Qinbei was not happy to pick up the little guy.

Xiaobao struggled. His short legs were kicking in the air. His face turned red under the mask. "Daddy, let me go!"

Asshole Daddy!

Make a fool of him in front of Ma Ma!

Song Qinbei accidentally eyebrows, "you used to call me father."

Recently, the little guy is really strange. Sometimes he is lively, sometimes he is calm. When he is lively, he calls him daddy. When he is calm, he calls him father. Obviously, he respects him more than he is intimate.

Is qian'er fine?

"Song Qinbei, what are you doing?" Tang Xin couldn't bear to be carried by him like a chicken. He came forward and held the little boy in his arms. "The child is still so small. Don't treat him like this."

"That's it Tang Xiaobao stares at Song Qinbei angrily and spits out his tongue at him.

Song Qinbei

I don't know why, he always felt that qian'er and Tang Xin had some similarities.

Now, the two seem to have similar looks.

Is it an illusion?

"Song Qinbei, qian'er and I are going to bed. As for you, whatever." Tang Xin holds the little guy and goes to bed.

"Hee hee, pretty sister, you are so fragrant." Xiao Bao sighed contentedly and arched to Tang's heart like an insect.

Tang Xin chuckled.

Looking at the little guy rubbing around in Tang's heart, song Qinbei felt a little uncomfortable. With a long leg, he took the little guy to his side after he went to bed.

"When I was young, I knew how to drill into the arms of beautiful women," Song Qinbei scolded with a straight face. "I don't learn well."

"What are you talking about?" Tang said, "how can you say that about your son.

Song Qinbei, will you educate your son? "

"Isn't he a little lecheron?"

"You..." Tang Xin glared at him and immediately covered Tang Xiaobao's ears. "Qian Er, you didn't hear anything just now."