Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

His tone was steady and firm.

Even if he doesn't remember, he still firmly believes that Tang Xin is not such a mean person.

At least now in his eyes, Tang Xin has not found any shortcomings.

Hear him say so, Lin Ximu's nod, has been carrying the heart, but did not put down.

The two children are eating happily and politely, but without Tang Xin, there seems to be an invisible gap between them.

Lin Qian saw that song Qinbei looked at the two children many times, but he didn't say anything at last.

"You are going to the parent-child activity meeting the day after tomorrow. Do you need to prepare anything?" Lindsey gritted her teeth and broke the peace.

Xiaobao and qian'er shook their heads at the same time: "no, thank you, aunt Linxi."

"Then you have a good time. Your father would like to play with you."

“……”

Xiaobao and qian'er frowned again and looked at her in surprise, but they soon regained their peace: "well."

Song Qinbei

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Song Qinbei is used to sleeping alone at night, but in the past few days, he has been sleeping with Tang Xin. Every day, he is accompanied by another person's breath.

Now suddenly he's the only one. Inexplicably, he can't sleep.

Song Qinbei sat up, went to the cabinet on the other side and took out the photo album.

Inside, there are wedding photos of the two of them, photos of the five members of their family, photos of a few children, and photos of a large family.

The picture is warm and beautiful.

Looking at it, song Qinbei's cold face showed a gentle smile, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

He can't help but reach out and touch the faces in the picture. They are so happy, and now, he can have this happiness.

Just as he put the album back, song Qinbei's eyes were attracted by a small box inside.

It's not only because the box is exquisite and beautiful, but also because his name, song Qinbei collection, is engraved on it.

Is this for him?

With curiosity, song Qinbei reached out and took out the box.

Gently open, it turned out to be a letter, no one's cover said Song Qinbei received.

Open, belong to Tang xinjuanxiu words appear in the eyes.

"Qinbei, this is the 98th letter I've written to you, and it's the 325th day you left me. It's almost a year before you know it. How time flies

Now I don't seem to be too sad. I have gradually begun to get used to the days without you by my side, but I will still miss you and write a letter to you when I miss you. "

Song Qinbei looks at them one by one, and each one hides all her deep feelings, all her grievances and all her missing in this year

Every letter was carefully written down by her every stroke. She never thought of sending it or responding to it.

At that moment, song Qinbei couldn't help thinking that if she really died, would she write like this all her life.

At that moment, his heart suddenly became heavy, and the story they saw on the Internet today sounded again.

How could he forget? How could he forget.

The next moment, song Qinbei takes out his mobile phone and makes a call to Tang Xin. At this moment, he feels his heart beating violently, so fresh and so nostalgic.