Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Just an hour ago.

In the luxurious hotel box, there was a lot of wine and wine.

Song Qinbei drank a few glasses of wine and talked about several major projects.

After a glass of wine, the throat is hot.

But an evil fire started to spread from the tail vertebrae, and even gradually spread to his whole body

This

What is this

What's going on

All over the body as if there was a fire lit, slowly burning, there is a great potential.

Song Qinbei realized that there was something wrong with his body.

At the moment, he is thirsty.

"Qinbei, I don't think you are in good shape. Maybe you have drunk too much?"

Yi Feng's eyes were dark. He quickly stepped forward and came to song Qinbei. He helped him to get up. "You're tired. You need to rest."

After all, Yi Feng was a friend who grew up in the same pair of trousers. Song Qinbei had no defense against Yi Feng.

At the moment, his brain was in a daze, and his sight was double.

Even Yi Feng's face was blurred in his sight.

The surrounding scenes seem to be broken into thousands of pieces

"Mr. Song is tired. Go and have a rest."

"Now that the cooperation has been achieved, the cooperation has also come to an end."

"Have a good rest, Mr. Song. Send the contract to your company another day. "

Song Qinbei, who was dazed, was supported by Yi Feng all the way to the presidential suite upstairs.

"Yi Feng, there's something wrong with the drink."

Song Qinbei bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain of the tip of his tongue made him barely awake.

"No way?" Yi Feng's eyes were covered with a faint feeling of guilt.

"Well, you are drunk in Qinbei. Go and have a rest“

After he opened the room, he took the room card, opened the door and pushed the door in.

Song Qinbei's tall body fell down on the soft and comfortable bed.

His handsome features glowed abnormally under the light.

Song Qinbei was a little bored. The small fire in his body was burning slowly, and his viscera were burning.

"Turn on the air conditioner, easy to wind, hot."

Song Qinbei murmured without spirit.

It's hot.

Yi Feng's stomach is full of pain.

"It's hot. I'll drive it for you."

With that, Yi Feng has gone out gradually.

Until the door is closed.

"Yi Feng?"

Song Qinbei's hoarse and hot voice sounded in the open and luxurious presidential suite.

But his response was silence.

Where are the people?

Song Qinbei pressed the temple, which seemed to explode.

It hurts

But at the moment, after Yi Feng closed the door, he leaned back against the door, and his eyes were full of pain.

In fact, he handed over the cups of wine that song Qinbei drank.

Once they were such good brothers and had such a close relationship that song Qinbei drank all the drinks he handed over.

Yi Feng is both happy and sad.

I'm glad that I can help Qingwan fulfill his wish. What he promised Shen Qingwan is about to come true.

He didn't break his promise.

Sadly

When song Qinbei woke up the next day, he would never recognize his brother again.

When song Qinbei woke up the next day, their 20 years of brotherhood came to an end.

What's more sad is that he not only lost his good brother, but also pushed his favorite woman to his good brother in order to help his beloved

Is there anything worse than that in the world?

When song Qinbei was drugged, he felt worse than stabbing himself.