Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Tang Xin is waiting outside.

"Tang Xin, come in."

The man's deep voice came from the fitting room.

Tang Xin came back and said, "ah?"

He's in there trying on clothes. What's she doing in there?

"Deaf? I'll let you in. "

Song Qinbei's voice was very unhappy.

"Can... This is the men's fitting room, ah..." Tang Xin is very tangled, think of the picture inside, she can't help but face hot.

"Tang Xin..." the man's voice is more unhappy, and even a little anxious.

Tang Xin was a little guilty about the act of peeking at his documents, so he hardened his head and stepped into the fitting room out of the psychology of compensation.

"It's coming, it's coming."

Tang Xin went in and closed his eyes anxiously. His face was still red. "What can I do for song Zong?"

Song Qinbei looked at her with a nervous little look. He was a little funny. He was sitting in his seat with a lazy voice. "The zipper is broken. Please pull it for me."

"Oh." Tang Xin pursed her lips. She closed her eyes for fear of seeing something she shouldn't have seen. She fumbled in the void with one hand and felt toward the north of Song Dynasty.

Her hand fell on Song Qinbei's chest.

"It's the pants zipper."

"Oh." Tang Xin swallowed his saliva and groped for it.

"Further down."

"... good..."

If you touch a cold metal object, it should be a belt.

Tang Xin's face is red, and his small face looks like burning clouds.

"To the right."

The man's hoarse voice commands in a low voice.

Tang Xin had to move his little hand to the right until he touched something——

It can't be

Tang Xin opens his eyes, but sees his hand. At the moment, he is touching the man's

And song Qinbei is dark calm a pair of eyes, looking at her jokingly, the eyes did not hide the desire for her.

Tang Xin Leng for a few seconds, small hands like touching a hot potato, quickly drew back: "ah!"

Her face hot, burning her round earlobes are red: "you hooligan!"

With that, she covered her face and ran away.

Looking at the little woman's scurrying figure, the corners of song Qinbei's lips are aroused, and his mood is inexplicably pleasant.

This little woman is more and more interesting.

……

After Song Qinbei changed his clothes, he regained the appearance of being a male god.

It's like what happened before is just the illusion of Tang Xin.

Tang Xin followed him back to the company.

She noticed that the key of song Qinbei was carried by him.

Apart from the key, the only way to unlock that office is fingerprint unlocking.

She can't unlock the fingerprint, and the key

The thought of the key brightened her eyes.

Isn't Xiaobao a master key? With the master key, there is no lock she can't unlock!

As long as you get the key home, it's all right.

Tang Xin has been waiting for the company to get off work. In order to make up for the company, she has worked overtime for the company for free these days.

11 p.m.

After work, Tang Xin takes out the master key at home.

At this time, Xiaobao has fallen asleep. She is afraid to disturb Xiaobao's sleep, and her pace slows down.

Along the way, Tang Xin came to the company like a thief.

The lights are out all over the building.

Tang Xin lowered her black hat, dressed in night clothes and wearing a mask on her small face. Holding the key tightly, she sneaked into the company and came all the way to the president's office.

The heart tightens violently, Tang Xin points the key at the lock hole.