Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Tang Xin looks at Fu Jinnian. The man who always tolerates her shows a begging look on his face for the first time.

Her heart is not without moving, if Fu Jinnian put forward any other requirements, maybe she will agree.

But she is a mother. A mother, no matter what happens, won't leave her children behind.

So she lowered her head, avoided Fu Jinnian's dim eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Jinnian. I'm their mother. "

Long silence in the air, it seems that everything disappeared.

But Tang Xin never looked up.

Fu Jinnian spoke again in a difficult voice, "do you really have to do that?"

"Well." Tang Xin's voice was not big, but he didn't hesitate.

"Even if I'm sad?" Fu Jinnian asked, he probably knew the answer, but there was still a glimmer of expectation in his heart.

Tang Xinfei glanced at him quickly, then staggered his line of sight, "... Sorry."

"You..." as soon as he opened his mouth, his mobile phone rang. He took out his mobile phone and took a look at it. He still connected and turned out of the door.

Tang Xin shut himself up in the room, his slim hand stroked his flat stomach, and his face was sad.

Without children, what should little glutinous rice do?

"General manager, this is the candidate of the spokesperson of our group. Please have a look and I will communicate with them." An Zuo handed over a document in his hand.

Song Qinbei took over the document and glanced through it in a hurry, but his eyes suddenly stopped on a certain name.

He looked blankly for a few seconds, his eyes warm, as if stroking the name with his eyes, and finally handed back the list, "just her."

Ann turned left and saw the word "Tang Xin" encircled by a high-grade pen.

He took a furtive look at Song Qinbei. He didn't dare to say anything, but he left after answering.

Although the process of asking Tang Xin is not smooth, it is not as complicated as he thought.

"Who is it?" On the phone, Tang Xin's voice is a little lazy.

Anzuo said respectfully, "Miss Tang, it's me, anzuo."

Tang Xin frowned, looked at the mobile phone, instinctively want to press the hang up key.

But an Zuo's voice came out of the receiver in a hurry, "miss an, don't hang up. I'm talking business with you."

"Business?" Tang Xin pauses, turns on his mobile phone and puts it on the table, concentrating on the vegetable salad in front of him.

Ann left a sigh of relief, "yes, our group needs a spokesman recently, the company's senior management thinks you are more suitable, so..."

She chuckled in her heart, the top management of the company? Isn't song Qinbei alone?

Naturally, Tang Xin doesn't want to have anything to do with song Qinbei any more, but she doesn't want to play a tune when the other party is willing to give money. On the contrary, she seems to be guilty.

So hesitated less than a few seconds, she should be under the endorsement of the song group.

On the day of signing the contract, she stepped on the point to the song group.

An Zuo came over with the contract and looked embarrassed. "Miss Tang, I'm sorry. I have a meeting over there. You can look at the contract first. I'll come back later."

Tang Xin took the contract and nodded.

On one side, a clerk in a professional suit came up and put a glass of warm water in front of her. "Please have some water."

"Thank you." Tang Xin politely thanks, a look up to see a familiar face, "you are not that..."