Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"It's all your fault. If you hadn't stopped me, I wouldn't have

It has nothing to do with me! You hit it yourself

Tang Yuan shouts these words, then clenches her bag and runs away.

"Yuanyuan --" Bai Mei screamed behind her, "Yuanyuan, don't go - don't go..."

But in response to her is more and more distant footsteps.

Bai Mei is helpless. She shakes her hands and holds Tang Zhongcheng's head. Her palms are sticky. "Master... What can I do? Our family has no money. How can I treat you..."

"I... I regret it..." tears slowly flowed down the muddy eyes of Tang Zhongcheng.

"I regret that..."

He hard to fall this sentence, big eyes a stare——

Bai Mei was flustered. "Master, you wait for me. Even if I draw blood, I will take you to see a doctor."

But in response to her, it was a dead silence.

"Master? Master

Bai Mei is flustered. She reaches out to pat Tang Zhongcheng's face, but there is no response.

Is it

Is

Bai Mei stretched out her fingers to touch Tang Zhongcheng's nose. She drew back her hands like an electric shock.

The expression on his face was like seeing a ghost.

Tang Zhongcheng... People are gone

"Ah... Master, ah... Master..." Bai Mei cried hysterically. She never thought that her favorite daughter would kill her husband in the end.

The daughter killed her own father.

What on earth should she do

Bai Mei helplessly calls Tang yuan, but there are bursts of busy beeps in the phone, which are always in the state of no one answering.

I'll call back. I've been pulled black.

……

After 20 minutes' drive, Tang Xin finally arrived at the gate of Kaiyue hotel.

She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath and dialed song Qinbei.

The phone was put through soon.

"I've arrived. Where are you?"

"Room 901. Come up

What other emotions are brewing in a man's low voice.

"... good."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Xin pinched his palm and forced himself to cheer up.

No matter what she will face next, she will have a good talk with song Qinbei about children

Tang Xin gets on the elevator and presses the button on the ninth floor.

The elevator rises slowly, and Tang Xin's heart also follows the ups and downs of the elevator.

All the way to room 901.

Tang Xin stood at the door, hesitating.

come on.

Tangxin, you can do it!

She took a few deep breaths and finally summoned up her courage to ring song Qinbei's room.

"Come in."

The man's voice is dark and overbearing.

Tang Xin pursed her lips. She pushed the door gently. She found that the door was not on the crown, so she was easily pushed open.

Step by step, she went in.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw the man standing in front of the large French window with his back to her.

A white flannel robe came out of the man's legs. His dark hair was wet and slightly curly. It looked like he had been bathed.

Men are tall and tall, just like the pines on the snow top. There is a kind of powerful superior aura, with a full sense of oppression.

Under this pressure, Tang Xin's scalp felt numb.

"Song Qinbei, I want to have a talk with you."

Tang Xin is holding the belt of the bag.

The man turns around slowly, holding the goblet with his slender fingers, and he shakes it gently——