Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"Sorry, I don't have men's slippers at home." Tang Xin was embarrassed to scratch his head. "My family is not a big family. I really don't pay so much attention to it.

If the floor is dirty, you can mop it again. I don't have that habit of cleanliness. "

Song Muyang felt relaxed.

It seems Xinxin has no boyfriend now.

Otherwise, there will be men's slippers at home.

She bent her lips and laughed, "but if you are used to wearing slippers, I can go downstairs and buy a pair. It will take about ten minutes."

"Don't bother. If you don't want me to step on your floor, I'll go in. "

He smiles politely.

"Well, come on. Would you like juice or coffee or milk tea or something? " Tang Xin was embarrassed to smile: "I didn't expect that there would be guests at home. It's a bit chaotic at home.

It's not ready in advance. "

"Don't bother, just plain water."

"Well, you wait for me."

Tang Xin quickly takes out a clean cup, irons it with hot water, disinfects it, and pours a full cup of boiled water. Then she goes to the kitchen to prepare a fruit platter.

Song Muyang looks at the petite figure in the kitchen. Her busy appearance adds a lot of smoke to this small house.

This small and shabby house has become warm, everywhere exudes the flavor of home.

And this kind of taste, song Muyang has never experienced.

He got up and looked around the room.

The room was decorated in bright orange. It was very simple and clean.

Balcony department raises a piece of succulent potted plants, budding Narcissus.

On the dining table, also placed a bunch of flowers stained with dew, you can see that the heart is a girl who loves life.

Song Muyang's lips curved slightly, and he continued to turn in the room.

When his eyes fell on a certain place, the smile of the corner of his lips suddenly stiffened.

He can't believe looking at that place, dragging heavy steps, step by step to the other side.

On the simple white shelf is a framed picture.

The photo in the frame deeply stimulated song Qinbei's eyes.

In the photo, Tang Xin smiles brightly and brightly, just like the warm sun. She still holds a little boy in her arms.

The little boy is soft and waxy, with big eyes bright and lively.

But this face is carved in the same mold as that man!

This face is as like as two peas in the face of song Qinbei.

How is that possible?

Tang Xin and the child in the picture seem to be intimate, and their eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar. Their expressions are more similar

Is it

Is

A terrible idea was brewing in his mind.

At the moment, Tang Xin has come out with the fruit tray.

"Muyang, I made you a fruit platter. You liked it five years ago. I don't know the taste..."

Before the words are finished, Tang Xin finds that song Muyang is staring at a corner of the shelf.

What is he looking at?

Following his eyes, Tang Xin found that what he was looking at was a picture of her with Xiaobao. He said with a smile, "how can you be so absorbed?

I don't know if the fruit is right for you now. "

"Xinxin, in the picture, who is the child you are holding?

What does he have to do with you? "

It wasn't until half a box that song Muyang found his voice.

He rolled the Adam's apple and looked at Tang Xin.