Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Zhou Bei nodded solemnly.

Tang Xin was a little surprised that he didn't even tell master song.

However, it is also possible that song Qinbei ordered it. Thinking of song Qinbei, Tang Xin gritted her teeth. This man made her sad all night and almost felt that she was going to die.

I really don't want to experience that for the second time.

"You go first. I'll come to the company in the afternoon. We need a play."

"What?"

Finally, Zhou Bei left his study in a daze. At this time, he had only one idea - his wife is worthy of being an actor and director, that is, she is very good.

Tang Xin leans on the chair in his study and looks up at everything around him. This is where song Qin usually works. Sometimes she will give him a cup of hot tea and coffee.

Sometimes, they will discuss the script here, sometimes, they will kiss here

"Fortunately." Tang Xin murmured, then reached out and buried her face in her hand. She took a deep breath.

A minute later, she suddenly raised her head and stood up. At that moment, she was like a woman general holding a sword. She was going to fight for her husband and step into the bloody battlefield.

——

This is a dark room with a week's dim light. A man is sitting in this room holding a glass of wine. In his ear is the voice of the financial news broadcast: "recently, song Qinbei, the president of the song group, died in a car accident. The Song family is leaderless, and his wife Tang Xin left the crew because of a vicious incident. Sheng Tang and song are in trouble at the same time, Where to go. "

"Mr. Song is old. Can he come back and turn the tide around?"

"The two successors of the Song family are only eight years old now. Is there any way for Nuo Da's group to rise from the dead?"

Listen to the voice of the news, male god pale face with a faint smile, he looks very satisfied.

In a happy mood, he shakes his glass in his hand. Just as he is about to have a drink, the door is knocked.

In a dark person, wearing a hat and mask, came into the dark room and hid his body directly.

"Boss." The visitor nodded respectfully to the man in the seat.

"How's it going?"

"It's all done as you ordered."

"What about the Song family?"

"Those two old people seem to be in great danger. Tang Xin is not much better. Now the whole family is supported by Fu Jinnian and Sheng Liancheng."

The man shakes his glass again and sips it. Then he says, "good. Stare at them. Don't let those two old people interfere. As long as they have any trouble, just..." the man makes a gesture.

Someone nodded clearly.

"The two little ones..."

"It's just two little kids. You don't have to worry about them. Just stare at the two old ones and Zhoubei."

"Yes."

The visitor turned to leave. He left the room and took off his mask. When passers-by saw him, they would stop and say respectfully, "Mr. Zhang."

Yes, it's Zhang Ming who came in to report the situation.

However, no one in the cast knows his true identity now. They all think that he is just a simple actor, at most, a high cadre.

On the other hand, Tang Xin cleans herself up, takes a bath, puts on a make-up, puts away her beautiful skirt, takes out her cool suit and puts on her high-heeled shoes. At that moment, she is no longer the actress Tang Xin, but the wife of the Song family Tang Xin.

She opened the door and there was a group of people outside.