Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Seeing that she had retreated twice in a row, the man was already a little impatient, but he still kept a smile full of lewd color, and looked up and down at Lindsey with flighty eyes.

Mouth also commented on her: "good looking, good figure, is a little small chest." Then, close to Lindsey's ear, he breathed, "do you want my brother to help you knead a little bigger? My brother's technique is very big."

Having been in this city for so long, from Song Qinbei to Yu Jiahua, and then to the staff of Shengtang company, Lin Qian met with the elites in the society, even the children of rich families.

Where met to talk so debauchery, and so disgusting words, and that man still lean on her ear, that kind of disgusting breath has been around her ear.

Lindsey didn't even think about it. She just slapped her.

"Pa!" Clear and crisp a noise, let present of, the people around all froze.

It's like pressing the pause button. If it's not for the deafening sound of music, I'm afraid I'll think it's some kind of magic.

The man who was slapped by Linxi was also stunned. He covered one side of his face and stared at Linxi in front of him fiercely. Suddenly, he began to laugh, and the tip of his tongue was on the top of his cheek.

When everyone thought the woman was dead, she quickly took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.

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After watching TV for a while, he took off the needle. Tang Xin looked at the time and patted the belly of little glutinous rice: "OK, it's time to go to bed."

Small glutinous rice ran to the bed, and then eyes shining looking at Song Qinbei.

Tang Xin smiles, takes out the story book beside him and hands it to song Qinbei, indicating that he can coax him to sleep.

Just then, song Qinbei's mobile phone suddenly rang.

At that moment, Tang Xin's heart clapped. She had formed a conditioned reflex. She felt that this call must have been made by Lin Xi, and she was sure that song Qinbei would be called away by this call.

Sure enough, Lin Xi's voice came from the receiver, and there was noisy music around: "brother Qinbei, where are you? Come and help me, Wuwuwuwu, let me go!"

There was also a man's voice on the other end of the phone: "Damn, you dare to call me. It's useless even if you call Tianwang Laozi..."

The phone was hung up, the voice suddenly stopped, and the ward was calm again.

Song Qinbei looks at his mobile phone, turns around and looks at his daughter, who is obviously disappointed, and Tang Xin, who is silent but has taken over the storybook in his hand.

"Go ahead, it should be serious." With these words, Tang Xin bent down and pulled the quilt for her daughter, then opened the story book and read it softly.

Small glutinous rice has been staring at Song Qinbei, she thought silently in her heart: if my father still left this time, then I will never want my father again.

As soon as she said this in her heart, song Qinbei turned and left.

At that moment, there were two heartbreaking voices in the ward.

Looking at her daughter's dull eyes, Tang Xin couldn't breathe because of her heartache. She tried to hold back her tears and kissed little nuomi's face. She said to her in a soft voice, "it's OK. Mom will tell you a story. You have to sleep well so that you can grow tall. Do you know?"

Little nuomi didn't answer her question or cry like before. Instead, she sat up, put her arms around Tang Xin's neck and said to her, "Mom, I won't like this father who doesn't remember little nuomi any more. He seems to have forgotten to love us."