Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

You can't tell the difference between his emotions.

Song Qinbei didn't take over the camera, but an Zuowei took it.

He turned on the camera and glanced at the contents, "boss, they're doing OK."

The sound from the video camera made song Qinbei's eyes more gloomy. His eyes mocked, "it's really dirty."

"Yes, from now on, Tang Yuan will be completely dirty.

We have done everything you told us. "

Several little gangsters knelt in front of the north of song Qin. The red Mao, the leader, bowed to his knees and said, "Mr. Song, do you think you can let us go?"

"I said I would let you go?"

Song Qinbei is a wicked sycophant. He throws cigarette butts on the ground and crushes those luxurious shoes.

The hearts of several little gangsters were also tightened.

"Mr. Song, what do you mean?

At the beginning, you said to let our brothers treat Tang Yuan well, and you will spare us when it is finished.

Are you going to turn back now? "

Red hair wants to curse his mother.

"I can spare you from dying." Song Qinbei thin cool lips slowly spit out this sentence.

Several people were relieved, but with song Qinbei's next words, their voices were lifted up at the same time.

"But it's a living sin."

The gangsters opened their eyes in horror.

At this time, the luxury cruise suddenly broke into a few police officers, swarmed on, while a few little gangsters have not come back to work, they have their wrists firmly locked handcuffs.

"Thank you for your outstanding contribution." The leading policeman shook hands with song Qinbei and said with a happy face, "these people are desperators. We have failed to capture them many times. Thank President song for his help."

"You're welcome."

The man rose slowly.

"Damn, song Qinbei, what about you and us?"

Red Mao understood this and jumped three feet in anger.

How dare you treat them as monkeys?

Let them finish the work first, then give them to a nest with backhand?

This man is too vicious!

"Pay attention to what you say!" The policeman who caught red hair pulled down the handcuffs.

Red hair immediately honest, but still ruthless teeth: "well, song Qinbei, since you are not benevolent, then don't blame me for injustice."

As he said this, he looked at the police with great expectation. "Comrade police, since we are guilty, song Qinbei is no better.

It's him who threatens us to do these things. It's his men who inject chips into our necks. If we don't do this, we will explode and die. We have no choice but to do it! "

The little red haired gangster has a runny nose and tears. He plans to sell miserably.

"Then you were forced to kill and break the law before?" The policeman who caught him looked at him coldly.

"I..." red hair gritted his teeth.

"In any case, although we have done harm to people, song Qinbei is no better! It was they who forced us with our lives, and he was also guilty!

You can't cover him up just because he's a big guy!

The emperor's crime is the same as the common people's, not to mention that he is not the emperor of song and Qinbei! "

The little gangsters said a lot at a time.

"Oh, how do you know it's a chip?" Ann left light way.

"You still want to quibble? Police comrades, you can check the back of our brothers' necks! "