Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

At that moment, Tang Xin also heard a lot of voices, some people screamed, screamed, scared

There is also the call of Zhou Bei and two children around. Tang Xin is helped up vaguely. She goes to the seaside and looks at the dark sea. Her tears flow down silently.

There have been a lot of rescue people there, but the possibility of survival is almost zero in the sea on a winter night, a vegetable who has no consciousness at all.

"Ah Like the low sound of wild animals, Tang Xin grabs the railing and gasps.

"Mom."

"Ma Ma."

"Auntie."

At this time, there were three timid voices behind him. Tang Xin subconsciously looked back and saw three small faces with the same red eyes and the same hesitation.

Mother let Tang Xinqiang hold up the spirit, she touched the head of the three children, with a hoarse voice said to them: "let's go."

No one knows, this sound to go, is to give up, or struggling, or, what is firm.

Zhou Bei, a big man, was red in his eyes again. He was angry and coaxed: "who is it! What do you want to do! "

Despair is just a matter of a moment. Zhou Beiqiang holds up his spirit and helps Tang Xin to get on the bus.

Outside, the crowd was in an uproar. The police also arrived at the scene, and other members of the Song family also arrived. Tang Xin sat in the car, looking at the expressions of schadenfreude or grief. His mood could not recover for a long time.

"Ma Ma, Baba... Is it dead?"

Hearing Xiaobao's shaking voice, Tang Xin's heart was stabbed by a knife. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't even make a sound.

It was futile to say anything, and she didn't know how to answer.

So she just held out her hand and hugged Xiaobao tightly. Qian Er, who had been holding back her emotions, could not help holding out her hand and hugged them both.

Qiushi bit his teeth and watched them all the time. Until Tang Xin reached out his hand and pulled him into his arms, his tears could not be held back in an instant.

"Xiaobao, qian'er and Qiushi..." Tang Xin choked, "if Qinbei really... Really has an accident, you must unite, grow up together and help your mother."

"We will."

What happened here did not hide from Mr. and Mrs. song. At that moment, Mrs. song fainted on the spot.

Mr. Song looks old for decades. This time, it's true. There's no hope.

Even though he had sent someone out to look for him, we all know that his hope is slim.

The outside world also knew about it, and even more people said that the Song family must be finished this time.

Song Qinbei is dead, the child is still young, and the old man is old again. I'm afraid that song's giant will soon fall down.

Of course, song's senior management thought the same, so they immediately called a shareholders' meeting to ask for the change of the person in power.

As a direct relative of song Qinbei, Tang Xin, who had the seal of song Qinbei, attended the meeting for him.

"I'd like to see what a woman with a different surname can give us."

"It's just a playwright. Last time, even if she managed to hold the Song family, it was still the heyday of the Song family. Now the Song family is no longer in the past."

"Yes, since the song's real estate business, the song's group is on the verge of collapse, and the stocks in its hands are becoming less and less valuable."

"Now Mr. Song is... Alas, there's no way."