Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"Did you really think about it?"

Ni LAN is not sure.

"Of course."

"That's OK. I'll find the director for an interview as soon as possible. I just think that Shen Qingwan won't be reconciled to a script we talked about."

Ni LAN is not happy.

"Well, if it doesn't work out, it must be something else." Tang Xin patted her on the shoulder and raised her lips.

"Well!" Ni LAN vomited a turbid breath, "after we take a big prize to hit Shen Qingwan's face hard!"

Tang Xin smiles.

……

After leaving, Tang Xin said goodbye to Ni LAN and went to the hospital where little nuomi was.

When she went, little nuomi was still asleep in the hospital bed, and her face was a little bit bloody. She didn't look as weak and haggard as before.

She went out of the ward and went to see xiaonuomi's attending doctor.

"Doctor, how's little nuomi doing?"

Tang Xin asked.

Her uneasy fingers were tightly twisted together for fear of hearing bad news about little glutinous rice.

"Now the situation is good, after a few more operations, small glutinous rice can recover."

"That's good."

Tang Xin was relieved for a long time.

After saying goodbye to the doctor, she came back to the ward.

She did not enter the ward, but quietly at the door looking at small glutinous rice.

"Heart."

A magnetic male voice came, and the voice was very familiar.

It's song Qinbei.

Tang Xin turns around and sees that song Qinbei has been standing behind her since when, looking at her with a smile.

"You're here, too."

Tang Xin is embarrassed to pin her hair behind her ears.

"Come to see my daughter. What's the problem?"

Men step by step close.

"No problem, but can you stay away from me?"

Tang Xin subconsciously wants to have a distance with him.

"What's wrong with being closer to my woman?"

But song Qinbei pressed her step by step and imprisoned her in his arms.

"Who is your woman?

This is a hospital, so please let go! "

Tang Xin noticed that many people's eyes were already looking this way.

Although he was wearing a mask, song Qinbei didn't wear anything, which was the most dazzling presence in the crowd.

There was a lot of talk.

"My God, isn't this the general manager of song's plutocrats?

Why is he here? "

"Did I see it too much?

He was beating this woman on the wall!!

My mother duck, this is too Su, isn't it

"Let go of that woman and let me do it!!

Mr. Song, I can

"Did you find that this woman looks like Tang Xin?"

"Is it Tang Xin who is quite popular during this period?

Isn't that right? "

"Why not? Although she is wearing a mask, the radian of her face, the eyebrows and eyes, the nose... This is clearly who she is!!"

"Jimei, it's Tang Xin and song Qinbei!"

"Ah, it's my goose!"

Here, Tang Xin has realized that those people recognize him.

She pulled the mask up and down. Seeing that she couldn't push it away, she bit her teeth and had to bend down to get out from under song Qinbei's arm——

"Woman, where are you going?"

The husky and evil voice of the man sounded behind her.

Tang Xin's scalp is numb.

No, no?

When is it? Can't he see that others are talking about them?