Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Song Qinbei was in a trance. He only thought that the bun in front of him was Tang Xin's younger brother. He didn't think much about it

He walked in with his unconscious heart——

Ann's left foot is going to follow her in——

"You stay outside."

The foot that Anne left just lift in mid air has no place to put drew back.

"Bang --"

Poor anzou was shut out of the door.

Song Qinbei came to her bedroom with Tang Xin in his arms and put her on the bed.

This is the first time he saw a girl's room, the whole room is pink, there is a kind of Japanese and Korean ins wind, lovely feather wind chime hanging on the bed, pink veil hanging down on the bed, even the carpet is cherry balls.

I can't see the childish side of this woman.

Song Qinbei smiles.

"Thank you uncle for sending xiaoxinxin home." Xiaobao's eyes are bent into two crescent moon, and her voice is soft and waxy. "Xiaoxinxin takes care of me by herself. She works very hard. Uncle Shuai, you are xiaoxinxin's boss. Can you treat her well?"

Xiaobao's thumb and forefinger were pinched up, and his little hand made a "little bit" gesture.

Song Qinbei, a cold-blooded straight man, was sprouted. His lips raised a radian that he couldn't even detect: "good."

Originally, he intended to teach Tang Xin a lesson under his nose, but now when he heard the little baozi's plea, he unconsciously dissipated the idea of teaching Tang Xin a lesson.

"Uncle Shuai, you are a good man." The orange antennae on Xiaobao's happy head are shaking, "well, uncle Shuai, can I have your mobile phone number?

In this way, I will be careful. If anything happens, I can contact uncle Shuai and learn about her

Song Qinbei didn't expect that the steamed bun looked four or five years old. He thought about the problem very well.

He took a gold-plated business card with a black background from his suit pocket and handed it to him.

After Xiaobao received the business card, he put it in his trouser pocket and said, "Uncle Shuai, wait for me."

With that, he quickly ran to the kitchen with short legs.

Before long, Xiaobao trotted over with a sealed round jar. He held up his two little hands and handed it to the north of songqin with a smile. "Uncle Shuai, this is a carefully pickled cucumbers. Thank you for sending Xiaoxin home. This bottle of cucumbers is a gift for uncle.

You can take it home. It's delicious. "

Stupid mama would not pickle such delicious pickles. In fact, he pickled them for mama himself.

The reason for this is that in the future, uncle Shuai can take care of a little more stupid numb in the company.

After all, eating people's mouth soft, hey.

"Good." In the past 20 years, song Qinbei has been given numerous valuable luxury ornaments, and it is the first time that someone has given him pickles.

It smells good.

Song Qinbei didn't refuse xiaobaozi's kindness. He touched the orange antennae on xiaobaozi's head, "thank you."

……

After seeing song Qinbei off, Tang Xiaobao kindly tucked Tang Xin in the quilt corner and took off the mask on baozi's face, "stupid numb, you can't drink so much next time. It's bad to meet bad people. "

At this time, Xiaobao's new smart machine suddenly has a wechat message flashing.

It's qian'er.

Qian'er's head is a cold self portrait of him.

"Xiaobao, our DNA has identified the result."