Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Xiaobao pouted her little mouth and turned her head haughtily.

Seeing that they started shooting, Tang Xin consciously stepped back a few steps and didn't appear in their camera.

"Son, do you want to lift it up?"

Song Qinbei's powerful arm has already pulled Xiaobao's small body.

"I want to --"

Xiaobao hasn't realized the seriousness of the matter.

At this moment, Xiaobao was lifted to the shoulder of song Qinbei. He was swinging his two short legs and looking at the blue sky, as if he had grown a lot.

Just now that little dissatisfaction also dissipated clean.

It's good to be held high by daddy

He had never experienced it before.

"Well, here we go --"

Song Qinbei holds Xiaobao's soft body and throws it up——

"Wow --"

Xiaobao was so excited that his body was thrown high like a roller coaster.

But it's more fun and exciting than roller coaster, because it's daddy who lifts him up!

Although daddy is pretending to sell people to perform in front of the camera, but still very happy!

Xiaobao was overjoyed.

As soon as song Qinbei went up and down, he threw the little guy in the air like a small ball.

The little guy was in a burst of joy.

Qian'er looks at Xiaobao's small body, which is constantly thrown up and down. She is worried.

Father won't fall to Xiaobao, will he?

Tang Xin also has such worries. Whenever Xiaobao's body is thrown up, her heart suddenly seems to be lifted up. When Xiaobao falls down and is firmly caught by song Qinbei, her heart returns to its original position.

The photographer on one side finally captured a warm picture. He took the camera and focused on the scene.

However, before taking a few seconds, I saw the little guy's face wrinkled in the air, "Wuwu, daddy, stop..."

The little guy doesn't look very comfortable!

But song Qinbei didn't notice the little guy's reaction. He continued to throw the little guy up to the camera. Instead, he threw more vigorously, like throwing a small ball.

"Song Qinbei, stop! Don't you see Xiaobao? Is he sick? "

Tang Xin wants to rush up and slap song Qinbei hard.

And the photographer brother also some can't go on, can't help but want to remind.

As if Tang Xin was going to rush through——

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"

Xiao Bao was thrown down with a crash——

The milk white filth mixed with minced meat vomited out of Xiaobao's mouth, mixed with gastric juice and acid, a strong sour smell.

And these filthy things, unexpectedly, all spat on Song Qinbei's head and face.

Everyone at the scene was stunned. They were stunned

There seems to be a flock of crows flying by in the air.

Program group

How to do, online and so on, very anxious.

Tang Xin

Qian Er

Xiaobao's mouth is still stained with stomach acid, "that, daddy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, just let you stop, but you didn't stop.

I couldn't help it, so... "

At the moment, the expression on Song Qinbei's face could not be described as ferocious.

His face was cold to the extreme.

If an ordinary person is vomited like this, it will not smell good and he will not feel comfortable.

What's more, song Qinbei is a big man with a serious habit of cleanliness