Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Immediately, he was as sticky as a poisonous snake, and a terrible voice rang out in her ear, which only the two of them could hear.

"Brother and sister, look forward to that day."

Although he didn't say which day, Tang Xin seemed to know. Which day? The day when all the things belonging to song Qinbei were hurt in their hands.

Tang Xin glanced back at him, light, but can let song Muyang see the contempt inside.

Yes, in her eyes, song Qinbei should be a high cloud, and he is a low earth. This is the so-called difference between cloud and mud.

Song Muyang is not angry but smiles. He raises the corner of his mouth slightly. "We'll see."

Anyway, song Muyang is dead, and those two little kids are still so young. The two people who can really talk are on his side. This time, he must take all the things that originally belonged to song Qinbei and turn them into his own.

Tang Xin, wait. He will let you lie under him and forget everything that belongs to song Qinbei.

As for Mrs. song, thinking of Lin Zhi's face and eyes at that time, song Muyang's eyes were full of bloodthirsty and cruelty.

He took out his cell phone and pressed down a few lines.

After going back, Tang Xin immediately told the two children and Zhou Bei about it.

They didn't panic in their own imagination. Instead, they comforted her: "don't worry, it's OK. Even if song Muyang enters the company, his power doesn't penetrate so quickly."

"Mom, don't worry. You forget that the directors are all our people. As long as a board meeting is held at that time, song Muyang's identity will be lost."

How can the board of directors agree to let an illegitimate son be the leader of the Song family.

Hearing what they said, Tang Xin was relieved.

But this tone just relaxed soon, two days later, I received a message, and my heart immediately raised to my throat.

"There's something wrong with Mrs. song's car."

There is still no signature, no sender, no display, just like last time.

But this time, Tang Xin believed in the truth of the matter.

"Xiaojia, qian'er, arrange people immediately. Your grandmother's car is passive. Let people take care of it."

At this time, Mrs. song is also aware of the problem.

She frowned and patted the back of the driver's chair in front of her: "Lao Li, it's downtown now. Don't drive so fast. Pay attention."

But the person in front of him didn't move at all. He still stepped on the accelerator, and the speed didn't weaken at all.

"Lao Li, Lao Li, Lao..."

"Shut up

Mrs. song was startled. The driver in front of her was still her most familiar face, but her eyes looked like a different person.

Become terrifying, bloodthirsty, vicious.

The car is still driving fast, gradually away from their destination, all the way to the suburbs.

He's going to die with himself!

Mrs. song thought of this idea in her mind. She got flustered, opened the zipper of her bag, took out her mobile phone, and found that there was no signal.

In front of him, Lao Li opened his mouth again, and his voice was a bit crazy: "madam, don't struggle, you can't get through."

"Die with me!"

The car began to drive to the mountain road in the suburbs, and the speed did not weaken at all. If it fell off the cliff, it was determined to be an accident at most.

Mrs. song's eyes were cold. She was not stupid. She had already guessed what was going on.

"It's song Muyang, right? He told you to do it, right?"