Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

The rest room.

Tang Xin was relieved.

She didn't expect that Shen Qingwan was still dealing with her by the mean of a year ago.

Fortunately, I didn't get away with my quick reaction.

"Are you all right?"

Song Qinbei looks at her nervously.

"Nothing."

Tang Xin is indifferent to smile, her eyes fall on a small glove box on the table.

There are two small pins in it.

Tang Xin goes forward and picks up the small pin.

In Song Qinbei's puzzled eyes, Tang Xin took off the suit coat and handed it to song Qinbei boldly, "your coat, give it back to you."

"You want to go away?"

The man's deep eyes locked her tightly.

"No With a smile, Tang Xin raised the two paper clips in his hand and said goodbye to his skirt鈥斺€?br>
The skirt that had been stepped on and split was simply pinned on.

The paper clip is very small, hidden in the gap, as long as you don't look carefully, you won't find the skirt is trampled.

"You'd rather have a needle in your dress than wear mine?"

Song Qinbei had no heart to gather two groups of Stoic flames, and the green veins in his forehead kept beating.

"Mr. Song, although you have helped me out, don't expect me to thank you for that."

Tang Xin had a smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Ha..." the man sneered. He strode forward and pushed Tang Xin to the table in the rest room.

"What are you doing?"

Fortunately, there is no one around, otherwise people will see what gossip to spread!

Tang Xin's arm is supported on the man's broad chest, and she stares at the man in front of her.

"Oh, what do you think?"

The man leaned over her ear and said evil鈥斺€?br>
"If you dare to mess around, don't blame me... Tear --"

Don't wait for Tang Xin to finish, the crack silk sound rings out.

Tang Xin felt a chill between his legs鈥斺€?br>
When she came back to her senses, a torn skirt cracked. Now, even more paper clips are useless.

"Asshole, what are you crazy about?"

Tang Xin raises his hand and is about to slap song Qinbei's handsome face!

But the slap was seized by song Qinbei in mid air.

Tang Xin's smiling eyes on the man.

"Is it time to put on my clothes now?"

Said, the man put the suit coat to cover Tang Xin again.

Tang Xin

"So," Tang Xin adjusted his breathing, "just tore my clothes, just to let me put on your suit?"

What wonderful logic is this?

Is song Qinbei a lunatic?

"What else do you want me to do to you?"

Song Qinbei chuckles. His deep eyes become very evil when he smiles. His fiery big palm clasps Tang Xin's slender waist鈥斺€?br>
Very close, very close distance, even each other's breathing sound has been amplified several times.

Tang Xin only felt that the position of his waist held by song Qinbei's hand was like being branded by a brand iron, which was very hot.

"Lunatic."

Tang Xin blushed and gritted his teeth.

She tried her best to push song Qinbei away. Even if she didn't want to, she could only continue to wrap her coat. "The clothes will be dry cleaned and sent to your company some other day."

With that, Tang Xin turned and left.

"I want you to deliver it yourself."

The man's lips brimmed with smile, he strode to Tang Xin, walking shoulder to shoulder with her, "where do you live, I'll send you."

"I think," Tang Xin stopped. She looked back at Song Qinbei, "I don't know Mr. song that well, do I?"