Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

When they left this morning, Tang Xin found that none of them had left. Mrs. song, Mr. Song, Mr. Song, Sheng Liancheng, Fu Jinnian

Including three children, at this time are also there, looking at this direction.

Seeing someone coming, his eyes lit up instantly, like putting two light bulbs in.

"Mama (MOM)!"

"Qinbei! Tang Xin

"My God, Amitabha, I'm glad I'm back."

A group of people surrounded them in an instant. Even Mr. Song, leaning on crutches, came slowly towards them step by step.

Seeing song Qinbei being carried on his back, everyone's face was smothered. Knowing that there was nothing serious wrong with him, they quickly thank God.

See Tang Xin, small glutinous rice wow cry, even usually the most calm sensible Qian Er, at this time also red eyes, Xiaobao holding Tang Xin's arm, also in Bata Bata tears.

Tang Xin embraces them two, another hand holds Qiushi, eyes looking at small glutinous rice, soft voice comfort them: "it's OK, it's OK, don't worry, mom is OK."

She knew that she was too important to these children. For Xiaobao and qian'er, Tang Xin was a person who depended on each other. As a child, it was the year when her father was away.

"Come on, get to the hospital."

Before leaving, Tang Xin stopped Xiao Jia, hesitated for a moment, and told him: "go down and bring the man up."

No matter what he did, the dead was the biggest, and the man didn't do anything to hurt him. Tang Xin always felt a little secret about it.

Xiao Jia nodded and took the order.

When we went to the hospital, a group of people gathered around Song Qinbei, looking at his closed eyes, their mood was hard to describe.

Tang Xin held his hand tightly and prayed to God silently. If there were gods, they should live happily after so many hardships.

If there are gods, please bless them and don't let anything bad happen to them.

"Xin'er, take a rest." Mrs. song patted the back of Tang Xin's hand. Although her face was tired, her eyes were still caring.

"Yes, after climbing the mountain for so long, let's have a rest."

"Nothing." Tang Xin shakes his head, holds little glutinous rice, leans against the other three children, and stares at Song Qinbei motionlessly.

When he was finally sent to the emergency room, Tang Xin was soft all over. If it wasn't for Fu Jinnian, he would have collapsed.

"Heart, go and rest."

"Yes, Ma Ma, go and have a rest."

"Mom, there's still room nearby. Go and have a rest."

Tang Xin was really tired. He nodded and went over with little glutinous rice. Everyone was tired. After lying for a while, he fell asleep.

In my sleep, the memory keeps rolling. In the picture, there is a mother who has left, a father who is still young, and two children who are still in their infancy.

Slowly, song Qinbei appeared again, and he, Ni LAN, song Xiaotang appeared again and again, and many people appeared again. In my dream, it seems that I have experienced youth again, and I have experienced nearly ten years.

At the same time, the same hospital Linqian know song Qinbei and Tang Xin came back at the same time, small glutinous rice also came back, relieved at the same time, the heart is more not angry.

She is really lucky, so she can come back intact, then... Isn't she going to suffer.

Thinking of this possibility, Lindsey felt cold.