Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

In the beep of the phone waiting to be connected, song Qinbei felt like a 17-year-old boy waiting for his beloved girl's call.

Unfortunately, the other end of the phone is not Tang Xin.

"Song Qinbei? I'm song Xiaotang. Maybe you don't remember. I'm her best friend. She's drunk and inconvenient to answer the phone."

"... well, please take care of her."

There was a pause at the other end of the phone, and then it rang again, but the voice changed a tone: "otherwise, would you come and pick her up?"

Song Qinbei did not hesitate: "OK, where are you? I'll go now."

When he received Tang Xin, song Qinbei leaned against her soft body in her arms, and instantly understood what warm and fragrant nephrite felt like.

I also felt unprecedented satisfaction.

Although he did not know the other three women in front of him, he could guess that they should be Tang Xin's very good friends.

"Please."

"No trouble, it should be." The three people's expressions became very serious, "Song Qinbei, we know that you have lost your memory, but your memory loss does not mean that the past between you can be erased."

"Along the way, you are very hard and happy. We look at you all the way. She has never failed to live up to your affection. I hope... You will not fail her either."

Song Qinbei nodded hard, his eyes were full of sincerity: "don't worry, it won't happen."

Looking at Song Qinbei leaving with Tang Xin in his arms, the other three sighed at the same time.

"It's still a perfect match. In the world, song Qinbei is the best match for Tang Xin."

"Yes, let him remember quickly."

"Yes, God won't treat a couple like this."

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Holding Tang Xin in his arms, song Qinbei carefully put her into the car and covered her with a blanket.

As soon as he let the driver drive, Tang Xin frowned.

Then, song Qinbei heard his voice very gently and intimately: "what's the matter, is it uncomfortable?"

Tang Xin twisted and twisted, and finally twisted to his arms, which has been loosening the frown, soft Nuo Nuo "um" a.

Maybe song Qin didn't find the tenderness in his eyes when he stood in the north.

This is not in the eyes when looking at others, this is the tenderness of Tang Xin.

"It's hard for you to drink so much."

"Well, it's hard." Tang Xin holds his neck, and the memory goes back to the time when song Qinbei was away. Tears wantonly fall down: "Wuwuwuwu, how can he not want me, how can he leave me, how can he..."

"No..."

"It's a good life. How can it be like this? I haven't got any gray hair yet. How can I be a lifetime?"

Listening to her aggrieved voice, song Qinbei opened his mouth, but he felt that his throat was blocked and he couldn't say a word.

He hugged the person in his arms and stroked her gently: "it will last forever. I'm back."

His heart, as if caught by something, saw those stories about them, saw those letters, heard her say so, full of tenderness and love, and finally turned into a kiss on the forehead.

Holding the familiar people and smelling the familiar taste, song Qinbei soon fell asleep.

In the dream, there seems to be Tang Xin's shadow and their story. He desperately wants to seize those memories, and finally wakes up, but it's just nothing.