Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Thinking of this, she felt more and more sad.

Song Qinbei made her pride and aura as a Hollywood superstar dim.

One after another, the only way to win is to turn away.

Yi Feng sees Shen Qingwan's face in his eyes. His fists are squeezed into a ball, and his jaw line is tight. Cold light bursts out of his eyes.

He likes Shen Qingwan and knows that Shen Qingwan likes song Qinbei, so he hates iron but not steel.

Now, in front of so many people, song Qinbei has made Shen Qingwan lose face.

"Come on, Qinbei, you're right. These are just my wishful thinking. From then on, I'll be happy every day." With that, Shen Qingwan slid down a string of tears, like a pear blossom with rain.

"Qingwan, you don't deserve song Qinbei. What's the use of a man like song Qinbei even if he has a lot of money?" Yi Feng is indignant, looking at Shen Qingwan's eyes full of love for her.

Yi Feng doesn't understand why Shen Qingwan takes a fancy to song Qinbei. Since Song Qinbei is blind and doesn't know how to cherish it, let him cherish Shen Qingwan.

In terms of family background, Yi Feng doesn't feel that he is inferior to song Qinbei, but his appearance is a little inferior, but he certainly won't let Shen Qingwan cry.

"Yi Feng, forget it." Shen Qingwan reaches out her hand to block her face, bends slightly, and finally can't put it down. She's a big star. At this time, respectability is the most important thing.

So, she raised her white face, light way: "I have feelings, Lang no intention." Finish saying, unexpectedly is the head also don't return of walk.

At the scene, someone whispered, but no one dared to speak out.

After all, he and Shen Qingwan had been friends for so many years, and song Qinbei didn't want to do so as long as they didn't go too far. However, is this how Shen Qingwan guides the direction of public opinion? The black in his dark pupils became more and more intense.

A storm has subsided, people are immersed in a jubilation, just a small episode has long been accompanied by laughter was blown away by the sea breeze.

Song Qinbei is holding a glass of rum in his hand. The slight drunkenness spreads, which is very intoxicating.

"Just now, jealous?" He looked at Tang Xin, his eyes slightly raised, as if he were examining his most proud treasure.

Tang Xin is really like a valuable treasure, otherwise how could he be so fascinated. He just put clearly can feel Tang Xin want to leave heart, but subconsciously grasp her, don't want to let her leave.

"Don't stink." Tang Xin didn't look at Song Qinbei, but at the sea level. Suddenly, the music on the ship became soft, as gentle as the wind.

Tang Xin closed his eyes and listened quietly.

Suddenly, song Qinbei pressed her ear and whispered, "can you dance?"

"Well... A little bit." Tang Xin hesitated a little, but she did know a little.

As soon as he finished speaking, the five fingers were held by song Qinbei's generous hand.

As soon as song Qinbei pulls along, Tang Xin turns around and falls into song Qinbei's arms. Song Qinbei's hand and the other hand slowly stroke her waist, and the slightly cocooned palm rubs Tang Xin's delicate skin.

Tang Xin's body suddenly tensed, but he raised his eyes to the Obsidian like deep pupil of the Northern Song Dynasty, which was as deep as sea water.

Song Qinbei smiles, "follow my steps."

Tang Xin was stunned for a moment. Looking into his eyes, he seemed to be bewitched. He began to dance with song Qinbei and beautiful music.

Song Qinbei's pace is elegant and rhythmic.