Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"Miss Tang, I'll take care of your wound." The servant with the medicine box squatted down.

"No, I'll do it!" Xiaobao took the medicine box and took out the gauze, disinfectant, alcohol and other things inside.

"Sister, it may hurt a little. Please bear it." Xiao Bao's eyes are red.

How did his numbness become like this?

Does it have anything to do with daddy?

Xiao Bao is very distressed. His big eyes are full of tears. He gently treats Tang Xin's wound.

In fact, Tang Xin is not very painful, but looking at the little steamed stuffed bun squatting in front of him with red eyes and smearing medicine on his eyes, his heart is soft and in a mess.

"Qian'er, why are your eyes red? Is the eye uncomfortable?

Or... I scolded your daddy. You're sad. " Tang Xin thought that it was really her fault. At that time, without thinking too much, she blurted out that she scolded song Qinbei at other people's little guy. The little guy should feel bad.

"I'm sorry, qian'er. I shouldn't scold your father. It's me who's bad. Don't take it to heart..."

"He's a real jerk. It's too light of you to scold Xiao Bao shook his head and his eyes were red. "Why didn't he drive you back, and your feet were worn like this. How painful it was.

Don't worry. When he comes back, I'll teach him a lesson for you! "

If you ignore the mask on his mouth, Tang Xin will be moved to cry.

Products.

Fine.

A child knows that he loves her, but song Qinbei, a big bastard, drives her out of the car.

And it's still very difficult to get a taxi.

However, with qian'er's comfort and considerate care, Tang Xin felt that the grievances he met in the Northern Song Dynasty were nothing.

Thinking of leaving here two days later, I still feel reluctant to leave.

What a lovely child.

Soon, Xiaobao helped Tang Xin deal with the wound, and pasted a lovely pink band aid.

"Sister, lie down in bed and have a good rest." Xiao Bao brings comfortable and soft slippers to Tang Xin.

Tang Xin stepped on the soft slippers, and the hot feeling of the sole dissipated.

"Your father is blessed to have such a lovely child as you." Tang Xin bent his lips, went back to the bedroom and lay on the big bed.

Xiaobao thoughtfully sent her a cup of hot milk, "before going to bed to drink a cup of this will improve the quality of sleep Oh."

Tang Xin holding hot milk, heart soft in a mess, "Qian Er, you are really good at taking care of people."

Yes, of course. That's how he used to take care of stupid people.

Xiao Bao whispered in his heart.

"I don't want to disturb my sister's rest. You can have a good sleep after drinking."

Xiaobao considerate to Tang Xin Ye Ye quilt angle, and then, out of the room, quietly to Tang Xin closed the door.

What a lovely child.

Tang Xin sighed. At this time, she saw a piece of news on the screen of her mobile phone.

[shocked! Song's chaebol president picks up at the airport late at night!]

Deep skinning: the relationship between Hollywood superstar Shen Qingwan and song's plutocrats

[solid hammer! Song's chaebol president and international film queen Shen Qingwan go to the international hotel late at night! They are ambiguous!]

A piece of news across Tang Xin's mobile phone screen.

She breathed, stiffened her fingers and cut them apart one by one.

News is a picture with pictures and texts.