Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

After the infusion, they finished the discharge procedures, and song Qinbei wanted to lead the two steamed buns home. Two small steamed stuffed buns are tall and their hands are rubbing against Tang Xin's arm. It took them a long time to say goodbye to Tang Xin.

Tang Xin watched the two children leave, his heart sour, tears in his eyes. She didn't know how to live without the custody of her child.

At home, the atmosphere was strange. Song Qinbei saw that the two children were in a low mood. He softened his tone and was ready to coax them. Then the phone rang. Song Qinbei frowned, put on his suit and went out to answer the phone.

As soon as he went out, the two steamed buns came to life. Tang Xiaobao winked at Song zeqian, reached out and pushed his brother, with a face full of ghost ideas.

Song zeqian's face was strained and his eyes glanced out. As like as two peas, the two men crept to the door and squatted down. They looked at the back of Qinbei in front of them, and listened to the phone curiously.

"... Mr. Song, we have found evidence in your favor. If there is no accident, there is a great hope to fight for custody."

Song Qinbei was silent for a moment. He answered coldly, and his eyes were dim. "I'll be there in a moment."

"Dad's the divorce lawyer!" The two steamed stuffed buns immediately became nervous, murmured for a while, and followed song Qinbei out of the villa.

They don't want to leave Mommy. Other children have mommy and daddy's pain. There's only one of them! Tang Xiaobao, with his eyes rolling, lowered his cap, took his skateboard and went with song zeqian to find the photographer who had taken photos for them.

There's dad's scandal in the video... If you get it, you can offset the evidence dad found, right? Tang Xiaobao thought excitedly.

"The last video?" As soon as the photographer thought of the content in the video, he was on guard. "Little ancestor, what do you want with this? Song will always find me to settle the accounts."

Song zeqian put on a full momentum, "my father's things are mine. If you don't give them to us, I'll put an advertisement on the TV channel saying that the things you shot are rotten and you can't get along here."

Tang Xiaobao nodded and smilingly photographed the frightened photographer, "uncle, just give us the video. How much does Dad pay you? We'll double it and guarantee your safety."

The photographer is in a dilemma and sweating. I don't know where the two ancestors got his address. After weighing the gains and losses, he gave them the camera and said, "you have to keep your word."

Tang Xiaobao patted his chest and got the camera. The two immediately paid the photographer a sealing fee and arranged for him to go abroad.

Don't let dad find him for the time being, otherwise it's bad for Mommy.

Arranged the photographer, two small steamed stuffed buns kept sending the video to Tang Xin, and asked Tang Xin for credit with a smile.

When Tang Xin received the news, he was in Dennis's office, and the two children's voices overlapped. "Mommy, we brought the video of dad's embarrassing incident. Mommy and dad will definitely use it when they go to court."

In the video, two children and song Qinbei are together. There are a lot of pictures. The two children chattered together to talk, and song Qinbei stood by quietly. Anyone who saw the painting would feel happy. Tang Xin a little bit of look at the past, shaking almost can not hold the phone.