Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"No? How do you play with me? "

Had to continue to tiptoe in the room search, downstairs no, she crawled all the way up the stairs.

When she was observing carefully, she came across a soft body.

Tang Xin looked back, and naturally turned to continue to look for: "Xiaobao, how did you come in?"

Didn't you agree to keep a lookout at the door?

"Xiaobao?"

Song qianze frowned, carefully combed his hair, neatly dressed in a small suit and waistcoat, with a black-and-white check bow tie, a British gentleman's style.

Tang Xin looked at him strangely and said, "Why are you dressed so formally today? Strange... I don't remember that I bought this style of clothes for you... "

Then he shook his head and said to himself, "forget it, I'd better find my bag."

Song qianze put his hands in his bag and watched Tang Xin rummaging around there, even wondering what she was looking for.

After a while, Tang Xin finally found the yellow bag, opened it and saw that the camera and wallet were there. He sighed and hugged it tightly: "great, my little rope, you can't leave me any more..."

As long as there is a camera, she will not starve to death!

At this time, came the sound of men's footsteps, calm and powerful, and then she heard song Qinbei's voice: "qian'er?"

Tang Xin was scared out of his wits. When he saw xiaoqianze standing, he hugged him and subconsciously covered his mouth. They hid in the nearest room.

Xiaoqianze asked, "Auntie..."

Just as he opened his mouth, Tang Xin knocked on his head: "no big or small, call mom!"

Tang Xin said and continued to listen to the movement outside the door, arms or tightly embrace her.

mom?

Xiaoqianze looks at the woman close at hand. She is warm in her arms with a fresh fragrance. She has delicate facial features and gentle eyebrows and eyes. Although she doesn't know why she suddenly appears in the Song family and has some inexplicable actions, she is held by her. It's fragrant, soft and sweet

This feeling only appeared in his dream.

Xiaoqianze thought so and tried to cry out: "Mom?"

Tang Xin turned his head, put up his finger and compared it with his mouth. He said in a small voice: "Shh! Don't let that smelly man outside hear you! "

"Smelly man?"

When Xiao qianze thought of song Qinbei, his head was full of doubts.

Why does she think of herself as Xiaobao?

Who is Xiaobao? Do they as like as two peas?

And what's the relationship between her and her father

When there was no movement outside, Tang Xincai came out with xiaoqianze in his arms. Along the way, he bit by bit avoided the sight of others, took a taxi and ran home.

Along the way, Tang Xin held Xiaoqian and murmured, "baby, how do you feel that you are thinner? I haven't seen you eat less recently... "

Xiaoqianze quietly shut up and did not speak.

Tang Xin muttered again: "baby, you have less words. Are you sick?"

He touched xiaoqianze's forehead and measured the temperature of his forehead: "I'm not sick. What's the matter..."

Xiaoqianze let her touch her face, smelling her faint fragrance, xiaoqianze heart warm, sweet.

This beautiful aunt is fragrant and soft. Her hands are very soft.

He really felt that she had a "Mom" flavor.