Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

The ambulance came quickly, and song Qinbei came at the same time.

His face was solemn and his steps were in a hurry. When he saw Tang Xin and his two children, he didn't care to ask. After checking up and down, he was relieved.

But when his eyes came into contact with Fu Jinnian in a coma, his eyebrows wrinkled tightly again.

Fortunately, nothing serious, just hit the back of the head, fainted, a slight concussion, wake up.

If it wasn't for Fu Jinnian's protection of Tang Xin that the heavy beam fell down, I'm afraid it would have fallen down straight towards Tang Xin, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Song Qinbei's face became colder as he looked at the monitor. Several people beside him were already shivering, especially the elder brother who called Tang Xin to come.

"Let's find out what's going on!"

"Yes

Qian'er suddenly stood up, his eyes firm: "I just saw a figure, although the monitoring did not shoot, but I really saw it."

He was not a child who could lie and would not say anything uncertain, so song Qinbei believed it.

Well, since this person has not been monitored and photographed, and has not escaped, it means that he is still here, and among the workers who set up the venue.

This sentence comes out, the face of the person who reacts is changed greatly, do not respond to come over, a face confuses force of inquiry.

The people in the north of Song Dynasty had never seen any scenes before. They only had a few words and a look in their eyes. They could see the one who had a flaw in the group and caught him out.

It's a short man who belongs to the kind of role that's thrown into the crowd.

"Who is this?"

Engel wiped the sweat on his head: "Mr. Song, this is the worker we hired, who is specially responsible for the ceiling."

Song Qinbei gave a cold hum. No wonder he could do it.

The temperature in the field dropped again, and a group of people, except Tang Xin and two children, could not help running away. There is no special reason, just because the general atmosphere of Song Dynasty is too frightening.

"Not from your studio?"

"No

"Take it away!"

Tang Xin was relieved that she had been taken away. It was obvious that this incident was aimed at her. Fortunately, Fu Jinnian

Think of here, her vision fell to the side of Fu Jinnian, because just hurt just good, now hurt again, originally handsome face now too thin.

Tang Xin sighs a little, and her guilt rises a little bit. It's her twice. If it's not for Fu Jinnian... Thinking of this, Tang Xin suddenly feels that he owes Fu Jinnian a lot.

His hand was suddenly held. Looking up, it was song Qinbei. He gave him a soothing look. Tang Xin shook his head and said with a smile that he was OK.

"I'll go back to the meeting, and you'll have the man." Since nothing has happened, we can't delay our work.

Song Qinbei's eyes changed for a while. At last, he didn't say anything, nodded, and left several people to protect Tang Xin.

"Be safe."

"Well, you too."

Song Qinbei put his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "remember to call me if you have anything."

"Good."

Both of them are not sticky little lovers. Song Qinbei also needs to go back to deal with the man's affairs. It's more important to catch the person behind him.

And Tang Xin returned to the venue, looking at the nine people with a face of guilt, angry: "what you have to do now is not guilt, but hard work. There are still two days to go before the concert, and you are not well prepared."

"Yes, sister tangxin!"