Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

It's almost a crime for his low sexy voice to fall into Tang Xin's ears.

Tang Xin's heart missed several beats at this moment.

"Don't be angry, OK?" Song Qinbei bit her little mouth, "I'll rub your feet."

He spoke softly, as if to coax a child with a bad temper.

"You and her, really nothing?" Tang Xin is biting the lip petal son, Qin wears the Mou son of water light to quietly look at him.

"Of course."

The man's warm hands picked up her feet that had been covered with band aids and gently massaged her.

Tang Xin turned red quietly.

Warm orange light hit on them, adding a bit of hazy beauty to them.

Outside the bedroom, Xiao Bao listens to what's going on inside.

His small mouth under the mask curved in a big arc.

It seems that bastard daddy is very good.

I don't blame him for rubbing his feet.

Daddy, Ma Ma, you need to work harder!

Xiaobao clenched his fist and did a cheering action.

……

That day, after work, Tang Xin was packing up and ready to go out. He met song Qinbei at the door.

Song Qinbei leaned against the doorframe, his narrow eyes twinkling with stars. Hearing the sound of high-heeled shoes, he raised his eyebrows, waved to Tang Xin, and said: accompany me to dinner tonight. I'll take you to the dress

Tang Xin obediently followed the direction of song Qinbei.

With a fleeting smile on his thin lips, song Qinbei took Tang Xin to the top floor of the Empire State Building, the legendary modeling office. It is said that there are hundreds of famous designers and stylists in it. With millions of consumption, only people like song Qinbei often go there.

"Lin, find some suitable clothes for her. By the way, find the best stylist to make a shape for her." Song Qinbei is familiar with the command.

The man named Lin didn't dare to neglect him at all and immediately took out all the treasures of the town shop.

Looking at the beautiful clothes, Tang Xin's choice difficulty suddenly broke out at this time. When he caught a glimpse of a string of zeros on the tag, he crossed his eyes with some hesitation.

Song Qinbei light said: "to try, like to take."

Tang Xin took the corner of his mouth and nodded, "OK."

Her eyes flow, and finally just took a light blue dress.

It's true that song Qinbei is not distressed, but she really can't put on so many clothes. This time, she will let song Qinbei go.

Tang Xin snapped his fingers and focused his eyes on himself in the mirror. The light blue gauze was hazy and picturesque, elegant and noble. The silver thread was on the edge. It looked simple and generous. This kind of clothes, if decorated too much, seemed miscellaneous.

"Yes, it's you." With a satisfied smile, Tang Xin walks out of the fitting room with her head raised. After she is given a proper shape, she goes out.

At the gate, song Qinbei had been waiting for a while, looking at the Swiss watch in his hand.

"All right." Song Qinbei raised his eyes and looked at Tang Xin in front of him. There was something unnatural in his eyebrows.

Bright eyes and white teeth, eyes cut water, just like a deep-sea spirit, smart wrapped in elegance, the light reflected from the clothes, as bright as the Milky way.

"Come on, it's time." There was a deep surprise in the eyes of the Northern Song Dynasty.

The silence on the sea, as the sky gradually separated, a burst of classical music sound more clear.

It's nearly evening, and the lights are interwoven with prosperity and beauty. On the calm sea, a white yacht is floating, mysterious and fascinating, full of romance.