Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"You're not happy?"

Song Qinbei looked back, the deep and cold light was a little heavy.

"Ask your brother if he is happy." Xiaobao rolled his eyes. "You can't take care of children at all. Children are a burden to you, and they are a trouble to you.

But Ma Ma is different. Ma Ma really loves us and does it for our good. "

Xiaobao's words made song Qinbei look more and more ugly.

A pair of deep eyes darkened down.

Is

Did he really ignore the growth of the baby?

Xiaobao was not brought up by him, but qian'er grew up with him. When you think about it, he seems to have been busy with his work, and there are few opportunities to be with qian'er.

From childhood to adulthood, he would be satisfied with what qian'er wanted, but these were all material things. On the spiritual level, he seldom cared about qian'er.

He didn't seem to be a qualified father.

Song Qinbei's throat rolled and his eyes were deep. "In the future, I will take good care of you."

Xiao Bao and qian'er look at each other.

Really

Daddy seldom promised them anything

Will daddy really take good care of them in the future?

The two steamed stuffed buns have a confused attitude, but they add a bit of expectation in their doubts.

Tang Xin is a little relieved.

Song Qinbei knows how to take care of two children.

As long as the two children can live well and be happy, she will be satisfied.

……

Night is falling.

This time, song Qinbei learned from the previous failure of shooting in front of the camera, and built a tent before night fell.

There are three tents.

One blue one is the biggest one, and the other one is pink. He threw it to Tang Xin.

The other light blue one is the small tent where Xiao Bao and qian'er will live.

Tang Xin looks at the pink tent beside him, a little dazed.

When song Qinbei threw his tent to him just now, he said, "Xiao baoqian'er lives in a tent. The rest is pitiful. Here you are."

But Tang Xin doubts that song Qinbei specially prepared it for him

Tang Xin doesn't dare to think about it any more.

No matter whether song Qinbei specially prepared for himself or not, they would not have any more possibilities.

The only intersection is the lawsuit a few days later.

Soon, several tents were set up smoothly.

After setting up the tent, song Qinbei learned from Tang Xin, made bamboo tubes, and found pebbles, charcoal and firewood.

He put all the mushrooms in a bamboo tube, sprinkled some cumin and black pepper powder that Tang Xin didn't use up during the day, and baked them on the pebbles.

It's ready soon.

The smell of the food wafted over.

"Can you eat what daddy makes?" Xiaobao was puzzled, "although the smell is OK."

"Try it. I'm a little hungry."

Qian Er said.

Two kids picked up a bunch of toasted mushrooms and began to eat them.

"It's delicious. I look at daddy with new eyes." Xiao Bao gives song Qinbei a thumbs up.

"The taste is really good. I didn't expect that what daddy made could be eaten." Qian'er even ate several strings.

Song Qinbei was worried that it was not delicious. In this way, he was glad.

"Eat slowly."

Song Qinbei's eyes fell on the pink tent not far away. He frowned, picked up some compressed biscuits, and handed them to the photographer. "You go to Tang Xin's tent."

Photo brother

Don't you think it's straight?

I'm worried about starvation and I'm so cruel to others.