Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

But people are dead, or what, the most precious, is not a life.

After knowing the news, song Qinbei just hugged Tang Xin, and Tang Xin patted him on the back, just like comforting children.

She knew that song Qinbei was sad. He was cold and warm-hearted. If he could, he actually wanted to have a brother.

But in this life, they are doomed not to be brothers.

Next, Tang Xin takes song Qinbei to Ye Zhao's cemetery. Along the way, Tang Xin calmly tells Ye Zhao's story.

Song Qinbei looked at her soft side face, looked at her holding a bunch of flowers, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the tombstone for the smiling man in the photo.

Then she heard her soft voice: "Ye Zhao, thanks to you, I will be better and better when I come back from Qinbei. I hope you are the same."

"Song Muyang is dead. If there is another world, I hope you don't meet again."

"If you can, I'll be my brother in my next life. When we grow up together, there must be endless topics to talk about..."

She talked a lot, and her eyes were always gentle. Song Qinbei stood behind her, looking at her and the man in the photo.

A breeze came and blew Tang Xin's heart. At that moment, it was like the return of an old friend. Tell her that I'm living very well. Please live happily all the time. We'll meet again in the next life.

Song Qinbei found that the more he got along with Tang Xin and understood her, the more he fell into her tenderness and beauty.

Such a warm person like sunshine, no wonder can become so many people's idol, can be loved by so many people.

"Thank you." Song Qinbei whispered in that direction, not only for Tang Xin, but also for himself.

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Everything is going in a good direction. Tang Xin gets up from his warm bed every day, feels the sunshine on his face, and smells the familiar smell of sandalwood in the air. He always feels like he is in a dream.

When they came back from their tour, Mrs. song used to give Tang Xin the gifts they bought outside.

"Tang Xin, it's almost a month since Qinbei came back. Why haven't you two made any progress?"

They are just like at the beginning, plain and light, more familiar and more polite.

Mrs. song saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart.

If their sons can't remember all the time, will they be like this all the time.

no way! Absolutely not!

"In this way, I've told your father to take charge of the company. Anyway, everything is back on track now." Mrs. song looked at Tang Xin excitedly, "you, take Qinbei to the place you have been to before, that is to cultivate feelings. Maybe he will remember, right?"

Tang Xin thinks about it, and it seems to be reasonable.

During this period of time, Lin Qian was arranged to work by Ni LAN and went out early and came back late every day. Although she was very happy, she spent less time with song Qinbei.

However, between her and song Qinbei, it was the same, and there was no change.

Maybe, as Mrs. Song said, they should go out and cultivate their feelings. It's not the way to go on like this.

So Tang Xin nodded: "OK, I'll tell Qinbei tonight that the company will trouble dad, and the children will trouble mom."

"It's all a family. Why do you say that?" Mrs. song is even more excited than Tang Xin. She has already begun to plan what to bring to them.