Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Tang Xiaobao happily opened the box, a fragrance came to his face, the box filled with a variety of shapes of cookies, it is very unique.

Little guy eyes a bright, he is very like this kind of biscuit, hemp is worthy of hemp, their heart is like sticking together.

Small hand picked up a cookie, chewed in the mouth, crisp sweet taste spread from the mouth, Tang Xiaobao licked his mouth, praise is endless: "I like beautiful sister's gift, sister is very good."

Seeing that qian'er liked the present in front of him, Tang felt relieved, rubbed his head, and bent his smile.

In fact, she has the same biscuit in her hand, which is for Xiaobao.

Xiaobao should also like this kind of biscuit. She hasn't seen Xiaobao for such a long time. I don't know how he is now.

A touch of worry, suddenly across the heart of Tang Xin. She frowned slightly and then stretched out.

No, I have to go to see what happened to Xiaobao.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at Song Qinbei beside her. She finally said, "I want to go home to see Xiaobao tomorrow, OK?"

Song Qinbei was stunned and worried about Tang Xin's eyes. He thought of the lovely little guy, "go."

Hearing what song Qinbei said, Tang Xin felt excited as if he had been pardoned. He was very happy and said, "Mm-hmm."

Looking at the woman so excited, song Qinbei's color is even more heavy. If only Tang Xin were so worried about him?

In the evening, he just finished washing. As soon as he got to the bedroom, qian'er blocked the door with a story book, and song Qinbei was next to him. Qian'er was looking at Tang Xin pitifully.

But qian'er suddenly said, "pretty sister, I want to hear you tell me a story, OK? Before, Xiaobao always said, "you tell him a story."

Speaking of this, qian'er's face showed the color of envy.

"Go to bed and lie down." Tang Xin pinched his little face and held him on the bed.

Qian'er blinked. There was only Tang Xin in his eyes. His eyelashes were very thick. He was very beautiful when he was young. From Tang Xin's point of view, he looked like a light feather.

Without saying a word, song Qinbei covers his quilt and takes care of his pillow. Although song Qinbei doesn't say anything, Tang Xin knows that song Qinbei must be very concerned about qian'er.

Tang Xin smiles, leans beside qian'er and opens the fairy tale book in front of him. These stories have been told dozens of times, and he is very familiar with them. Therefore, Tang Xin is just like a fish in water now.

Her voice is like the warm wind, a little bit of the wind between the heart.

Tang Xiaobao listened, although his eyes gradually became hazy, his eyelids and lower eyelids kept fighting, and a very warm picture emerged in his mind.

Gradually, into the dark. The sound of children's even breathing is quiet and serene.

Seeing that qian'er is sleeping, Tang Xin's voice becomes smaller and smaller. He points his little face. Tang Xin can't help showing his attachment to Tang Xiaobao with the same face.

This picture is moving and warm in the eyes of song Qinbei.

Tang Xinzheng is about to go to bed, but he is suddenly hugged by song Qinbei.

The man's shoulders are wide and tight. Tang Xin is so close that he can hear his breath clearly.

Song Qinbei's breathing was rapid and powerful, with a very strong smell of hormones.