Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Lin Zhi chuckled, "old man, qian'er can't tolerate others to say half a word about Tang Xin now.

Let's not talk about it in front of children in the future. "

The old man snorted coldly, "I don't know what Tang Xin poured into qian'er."

While speaking, Qin Shuang has come to the door. She pushes the door open and sees the two people coming in with colorful expressions.

"They're back."

They?

Besides Tang Xin, who else?

Song Muyang?

This idea flashed quickly in Song Qinbei's mind.

"Hello, Miss Qin."

Tang Xin didn't expect that Qin Shuang would appear here, but then he thought that Qin Shuang was the fiancee arranged by the old man for song Qinbei, and it's right to appear here, which shows that the old man attaches great importance to her.

On the contrary, she appears here, but she is nothing but a joke.

It's really tiring to be with song Qinbei. There was Qin Shuang, the fiancee appointed by the old man, and then there was Shen Qingwan, the childhood sweetheart of song Qinbei

"I didn't expect Miss Tang to go out for a while. She went out with master song." Qin Shuang's ambiguous eyes look at them and fall on their tightly clasped wrists. Qin Shuang pretends to be surprised, "how can you still hold hands?

Miss Tang, did you just go out with the young master... "

Qin Shuang's voice rose a bit, as if she had broken a secret. "Even if Miss Tang and the young master fall in love again, it's not good to hold hands like this at the old man's birthday party, is it?"

Qin Shuang slightly side body, and this side body, enough to let the people in the whole room see Tang Xin and song Muyang ten fingers hand.

At this moment, Tang Xin didn't dare to see song Qinbei's expression.

Although she didn't know what song Muyang was going to do, she could explain to song Qinbei afterwards.

Just holding hands, song Muyang should not do anything else to himself.

Tang Xin comforted himself.

While waiting for Qin Shuang to turn to his side, song Qinbei's eyes fall on the hands of the two. Junyan quickly condenses into ice. His cold and bloodthirsty eyes are like a fierce tiger, and their fierce breath is coming at them.

"Hands, let go."

Song Qinbei's voice sounded cold and warm.

Tang Xin, dare to openly hold hands with other men in front of him?

Is this a blatant green hat?

Is this damned woman tired of living?

And Xiaobao also naturally saw this scene. According to his understanding of Ma Ma, he knew that Ma Ma must have some difficulties.

Otherwise it wouldn't be.

"Qinbei, why should I let go?"

On the contrary, song Muyang holds Tang Xin's hand more and more tightly. He takes Tang Xin's hand to the dining table and signals Tang Xin to sit with him.

Inside, the air changes suddenly.

People look different.

"Song Muyang! I think you forgot the taste of fists? Do you want me to give you a good memory? "

Song Qinbei gnashed his teeth, and the temperature of his whole body plummeted.

The air conditioning is on, but the air pressure is appalling.

The old man frowned, "Qinbei, he is your elder brother. How do you talk to him?"

Originally thought of a family and harmony, how to become like this?

Tang Xin is to blame for all this.

The old man's poor eyes looked at Tang Xin, "Miss Tang, this is my birthday party. I don't want it to be a mess because of you. I think you'd better get out of here. "