Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"Since there's nothing wrong, I'll go first..."

Tang Xin is carrying a bag and is about to leave.

"You woman, don't you have a heart?

I'm like this. You turn around and go? "

The man grinds his back teeth and gnaws his teeth.

Tang Xin's steps stopped, and she turned around slowly, "I will bear all your hospitalization expenses and all kinds of expenses..."

"Do you think what I lack is your little money?"

Song Qinbei was so angry that he wanted to bite the little woman to death.

She always has the ability to make him angry.

"What do you lack?"

Tang Xin turned around and looked at Song Qinbei as if he were a child.

"Of course what I lack is..."

You.

The last word is that song Qinbei can't speak any more.

"I don't care. I'm injured because of you. You have to stay here to take care of me."

The northern language of the song and Qin Dynasties is cold.

"But don't you have anzuo to take care of you?"

"What can an Zuo, a rough man, understand?"

"I think... You're in good spirits now. You don't need to be taken care of."

Tang Xin looked at him with his arms around his chest.

"Who said I don't need to take care of, I'm now..." Song Qinbei's face wrinkled up, "pain... Hiss..."

"What's the matter with you?"

Tang Xin this just astringed some careless facial expression, hurriedly walked past.

"Legs... My legs hurt

It's like a cramp... "

The man's voice is low, the expression on the handsome face is very aggrieved, like a child who has been aggrieved, looking at the adults pitifully.

Tang Xin's attitude also softened a bit. She lifted the quilt on Song Qinbei's leg and looked at his legs in his sick suit. "Where does your leg hurt?

I'll call a doctor for you. "

With that, Tang Xin turns around and leaves in a hurry.

"Don't leave me."

The man took her slender arm.

Tang Xin stopped and looked back at this stubborn man who was like a child. She took a deep breath, "don't worry, I won't default. I won't go.

Don't you have a pain in your leg? I'll go out and call a doctor for you now. "

"There's no need to call a doctor. It's just a small problem. You can massage me."

"I'm not a professional doctor, is that ok?"

"Why not? It will take a few minutes for you to go back and forth to call the doctor. I have to endure the pain for a few more minutes. Why don't you give me a massage now, and it will be better soon.

Hiss... It hurts... "

The man's sword eyebrows were wrinkled and his face was very pale. It seemed that he really hurt.

"Well, I'll help you."

Tang Xin stretched out his hand and put his delicate white hand on Song Qinbei's knee.

"Is it here?"

Tang Xin gently pressed this place and looked up at Song Qinbei's reaction.

"Yes, it's here."

The man continued to maintain the expression just now, but the corners of his lips rose uncontrollably.

This little girl is very deceiving.

"Oh, I'm starting to push."

Tang Xin a little bit more emphasis on the hand action.

"Is that ok?"

"Well, you can go down a little bit..."

At the moment, Tang Xin and song Qinbei are close to each other. Her soft curly hair is like silk, falling on her shoulders. Her small face is more like ice muscle and snow bone.

The faint lemon smell floating on her body filled the nose of song Qinbei.

Invisible like a hand in his nerve.

Plus the hands that are gently massaging