Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Outside the hospital.

Song Qinbei and Tang Xin wait anxiously.

After a while, the doctor came out of the emergency room.

"How's my son, doctor?"

"Is the child OK?"

Song Qinbei and Tang Xin speak at the same time.

"The two children had slight food poisoning. Fortunately, they were delivered in time and there was no big problem.

It's already on the drip. You parents should be more attentive to your children. " The doctor took off the blue sterile mask and said.

Tang Xin was relieved. "Thank you, doctor."

"Nothing. The child will be transferred to the ward later. Take good care of it."

After the doctor explained, he got up and left.

At this time, the door of the emergency room was pushed open, and several nurses pushed a small cart out of the ward.

Xiaobao and qian'er were lying on the cart. The two steamed stuffed buns had weak faces, cold needles were inserted on the back of their hands, and small hanging bottles were hung.

Xiaobao is like a frosted eggplant. His face is shrugging. He doesn't have much spirit.

A pair of big talking eyes are also listless.

Qian'er looked a little more energetic than Xiaobao. Her face was a little pale, even her lips were white and skinned.

The two children look miserable.

Seeing that the baby on the tip of her heart has become like this, Tang Xin's heart is clenched. She is so painful that she wants to suffer instead of the two babies.

The pain made Tang Xin's eyes red.

"Babies."

Tang Xin followed the cart and entered the ward.

Song Qinbei was also calm and went in.

Tang Xin cooperated with the two nurses and put the two little guys on two beds.

Song Qinbei also wants to help, but Tang Xin coldly pats the back of his hand.

The man's eye color is dim for a moment, his outstretched hand is stiff in the mid air, and finally he has no choice but to fall down.

"How are you feeling, babies?"

Tang Xin is very distressed.

"Ma Ma, I don't feel bad at all. Don't worry about me." Although Xiaobao is unhappy, he still tries to comfort Tang Xin.

Tang Xin felt even worse.

"It's OK. The doctor said that it would be fine after the bottle was broken. Don't worry, mom."

Qian'er holds Tang Xin's hand.

"Well." Tang Xin got up to pour some warm water for them and handed it to them to watch them drink.

She looked out of the window at the bright and starry night. "It's been a day. Have a good rest."

"I'm a little sleepy. Ma Ma, you also need to rest. There is a room in this ward where Ma Ma can sleep. "

"Mom has been tired all day. Pay attention to her health."

Xiao Bao and qian'er speak at the same time.

"Well, good night."

Tang Xin printed two kisses on the forehead of the two steamed buns.

In the whole process, the mother and son had nothing to say to song Qinbei.

Tang Xin looked at the two steamed buns about to fall asleep and carefully tucked them in. Then she noticed song Qinbei. The gentleness in her eyes faded away and became cold. "The child is asleep. You go out first. I have something to say to you."

Song Qinbei thin lips slightly pursed, looking at the sleeping twins, he got up and went out.

Tang Xin followed him and closed the door of the ward.

Outside the ward, the photographer was carrying the camera foolishly. He hesitated to take these pictures.

These are good materials. When two children are sick, parents are worried about their children coming to visit.

I wonder if Mr. Song is willing to