Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Song Qinbei, with a black face, looked at the tender peach face which was magnified several times in front of him: "tangxin, you are drunk."

"Xiaobao, you are not my Xiaobao..." Tang Xin's head was already drunk, and she squeezed song Qinbei's face and twisted it——

Song Qinbei's beautiful face, as delicate and handsome as a work of art, was pinched and deformed with the speed visible to the naked eye.

The north of song and Qin Dynasties was petrified in an instant.

But in front of her, the little woman who didn't know how to live and die was trying hard to get together with him. Her apricot eyes were wet, like a thin layer of mist: "Xiaobao, my Xiaobao... Wuwu..."

At first, song Qinbei only thought that Xiaobao was Tang Xin's name after he was drunk.

But now, the damned woman obviously took him for another person.

Who is Xiaobao?

Is it her boyfriend?

This idea made song Qinbei feel uncomfortable.

"Wrong person. I'm not a little treasure. " The man's voice was cold and deep.

"Lying, you are my treasure." Tang Xin Du mouth, patted his handsome face.

Song Qinbei's face was as black as the bottom of the pot. He held Tang Xinfen's two hands with one hand, and the other hand pressed her down——

She was crushed by song Qinbei.

"Xiaobao, how can you become so heavy, Wuwu..." Tang Xin's eyes are misty and his face is red, like a peach blossom in early spring.

"Damned woman, take a good look at who I am." The man pinched her chin and forced her to look up at his handsome face.

The power from her chin made Tang Xin wake up a little. She shook her head and tried to make her lethargic brain wake up.

Song... Song Qinbei?

I didn't look at it carefully before, but now the more I look at it, the more song Qinbei looks like her little treasure?

They look too much alike.

It seems that Xiaobao is a miniature version of song Qinbei?

Are you drunk and hallucinating?

Seeing that she called out her own name completely, the coldness in Song Qinbei's eyes faded away.

"Woman, you've provoked me." He leaned over to Tang Xin's pink face.

Tang Xin is still confused, the scene is more and more blurred, the world around seems to be spinning.

Tang Xin has two big heads, but he thinks that the head is heavy and the feet are light.

Eyelid son also more and more heavy, Tang heart muddled closed eyes.

"Tang Xin?" Song Qinbei twisted his eyebrows and pinched a woman's peach like face.

It's soft, it's elastic, it feels good.

It's just that the woman didn't respond at all.

"Tang Xin?" Song Qinbei pinched her face again.

"Oh... Sleepy..." Tang Xin patted off the hand and went on sleeping.

Song Qinbei

This dead woman is really big hearted. If it was Mr. Sun who was staying with her at the moment, she would have been eaten by people for a long time, and there would be no bones left.

Song Qinbei got up and arranged his clothes.

He's not interested in a drunk.

It is also at this time, a burst of untimely mobile phone ring.

It's her cell phone.

And the caller ID on the screen, let song Qinbei paint dark eyes a coagulation——

Because, that caller ID is not someone else, it's the dead woman's mouth called Xiaobao.

Who is Xiaobao?

Is it a lover or

Song Qinbei's face became cold inch by inch. I don't know why. Seeing the caller ID, he was inexplicably uncomfortable and even upset.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the "Xiaobao" on the other end of the phone kept on fighting, which was quite like he kept on fighting without answering the phone——