Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Xiaobao takes off his cowboy coat and spreads it on the ground. He picks up small mushrooms and throws them into his clothes.

Qian'er also picked mushrooms.

Song Qinbei is lack of interest, his movement is a little stiff, handsome face is also cold, but the words are deliberately gentle, "good sons, pick more."

Xiaobao: what's the matter? Goose bumps are going to be frozen.

Qian'er: it's cold.

The two little ones happily picked mushrooms, but none of them paid attention to song Qinbei.

Soon, they picked a pile. Xiaobao's clothes were full of small mushrooms. Qian'er's suit jacket was also dragged down. Inside, there were red wild fruits, small pine nuts, picked fungus and Flammulina velutipes.

Song Qinbei didn't pick many of them. He just put them in the clothes of the two little ones.

The photographer is focusing on the camera.

"Are you done?" Song Qinbei light road.

"All right, all right... You can go back." The photographer put away the camera. "At night, you can set up a grill, bake some food, and then set up a tent. Take a picture of Mr. Song, you take care of two little cute babies, set up a tent for them to drive away mosquitoes, and cover them with quilts in the middle of the night. This picture will be successful."

The two little ones looked at each other.

They really haven't seen daddy take care of them.

Daddy can't take care of children at all.

These pictures sound very warm on the surface, but in practice, they are

"Well, go back to the barbecue."

Song Qin turned north to leave.

He originally wanted to shoot some personal material through this variety show, but he didn't think that it was all a crime.

It's so disturbing.

At the end of this day, song Qinbei's face has always been like ice that has not melted for thousands of years.

Two little guys followed them briskly.

When Tang Xin took a breath, before he entered the mountain, he saw that they had come out.

"It's done?"

Tang Xin wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Well, it's done. We can move on to the next picture." The photographer replied politely.

Anyway, it's just acting... It will be edited later.

"Well... OK."

Tang Xin had to follow them back.

She found herself a soy sauce maker.

Song Qinbei felt the woman's panting voice and saw the sweat on her small face. His eyes were a little colder, and his tone was a little reproachful. "I know I'm the one who ran with me."

"In order to see my son, I'd like to. You don't care about me." Tang gave him a clear look.

"... very good," Song Qinbei Junyan even colder, "I'd like to see if you will be so arrogant after this lawsuit."

Tang Xin

"Ha ha, I'll see."

If you don't steam steamed bread, fight for breath.

The result has not come out yet. She should not bow to the evil forces!

The party went out of the mountain.

Song Qinbei takes two cute babies to wash the mushrooms and wild fruits.

Tang Xin hesitated to walk over, "Xiao Bao, qian'er, I'll help you wash it together."

"No, you go away."

Song Qinbei had a cold face.

Tut.

Tang Xin shrugged, "I'm sorry, Mr. Song. I'm also a guest of this variety show. As a guest, it's not too much to wash dishes, is it?

What's more, I'm helping my son, not you. What are you doing here? "

"You want to show your maternal love, but I promise, these will not be shown later." Song Qinbei cold voice road.