Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Fans have come out to maintain, but this kind of family ethics drama, completely in the appetite of the masses.

They don't care what the truth is. They just want to hear what they want to hear and talk about what they want to talk about.

However, this public opinion was suppressed by the Song family and the prosperous Tang Dynasty at the same time, which did not cause a broader discussion.

Here, Tang Xin takes the room card and looks at the 1506 above. He is lost in thought.

At this time, Zhou Bei just came and saw the room card in her hand.

"Ma'am, this..."

"Go and have a look."

One is that she has been prepared for a long time and is not afraid of song Muyang playing tricks behind his back. The other is that she really wants to know the news of song Qinbei, because she always firmly believes that song Qinbei is not dead and he will live well.

Tang Xin and Zhou Bei walk towards the elevator together. As soon as they walk into the elevator, it suddenly gets dark and stops running.

"Zhou Bei!" In the dark, Tang Xin heard a familiar smell, and Zhou Bei did not respond.

A little more flustered in the heart, at this time, the neck was suddenly blown a breath, Tang Xin just feel instant goose bumps all up.

Then, she heard a gloomy, penetrating and familiar voice - "Tang Xin..."

Then, Tang Xin felt the darkness in front of her eyes, the familiar smell came, and her hands and feet could not use her strength.

Tang Xin pressed the button of the instrument in his palm, but song Muyang seemed to have found it. He came to her ear and said in a low voice: "Tang Xin, you don't think such a small thing can make you escape from me."

He stretched out his hand and stroked Tang Xin's hair with pity and horror, like a lover.

Tang Xin wants to take his hair out of his hand, but he feels his scalp is tight. Song Muyang grabbed her hair and let her pull into her arms.

The voice is cruel and playful: "Tang Xin, do you know that when the elevator door is opened, everyone will see that you are flush in my arms."

"What do you think... Would they think?"

Tang Xin struggles, but she has no strength all over her body. In Song Muyang's opinion, this struggle is similar to scratching.

At this time, the elevator resumed operation, Tang Xin did not see Zhou Bei, the elevator only her and song Muyang two people.

At this time, song Muyang hugs her from behind, the posture is very ambiguous. Tang Xin tries to endure the nausea in his heart, quietly looks down at the instrument in his hand, where there is a faint light.

"Ding!" The elevator rings. The 15th floor is here.

Song Muyang smiles, which makes Tang Xin feel that he has been scratched by a poisonous snake, sticky and disgusting.

"Tang Xin, a good play is coming." He got close to Tang Xin's ear and blew a breath. His voice was very light, just like a lover's low voice.

But Tang Xin felt unprecedented nausea and disgust.

When the elevator door opened, there was no one who was familiar with song Muyang outside. Song Muyang was a little stunned. Tang Xin took advantage of the situation, pushed him away and ran towards the inside.

Behind the footsteps gradually approaching, Tang Xin ran to the door of room 1506, thought of the message, ghost, she opened the door with the room card in her hand.

Push the door in, it's dark inside.

Outside is song Muyang's angry voice, at the same time, vaguely she seems to have heard Mr. Song's voice.

"Sister Tang Xin?" Tang Xin suddenly heard a familiar voice, turned his head to see, stunned.