Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Song Qinbei's face was a little dark. "What about mine?"

"Sorry, I didn't prepare it for you."

"You..." Song Qinbei stared at her, gnashing his teeth.

"All of a sudden, I feel... A pain in my stomach..."

Song Qinbei covers his abdomen and frowns. The expression on his handsome face is wrinkled.

Xiao Bao blinked, "Ma Ma, daddy seems to be really uncomfortable."

Qian'er came to song Qinbei and said, "father, are you ok?"

Seeing that the two children are very concerned about song Qinbei, and song Qinbei's face is wrinkled, it seems that he is really uncomfortable, and Tang Xin is also moved.

After all, he just finished the operation on xiaonuomi.

"Are you... OK?"

"I'm sick in my stomach..."

"Ma Ma, Daddy would be much better if he had something hot to drink."

Xiaobao is looking at the thermos bucket.

Song Qinbei winks at Xiaobao.

Yes, I am worthy of being my good son.

"Oh, good."

Since Song Qinbei is not well, she will give him soup.

It's just a little soup. She's not that mean.

Tang Xin opened the cover of the heat preservation bucket, and the mellow smell of chicken soup quickly spread throughout the ward, which was provocative and aroused people's appetite.

Song Qinbei had a few grunts in his stomach.

I'm really hungry in my stomach.

Tang Xin pulled out the first layer of the insulation bucket, which was a porcelain bowl.

She filled a bowl of soup and put it on the table in front of song Qinbei hospital bed. She put the spoon in the bowl and said, "drink it."

Song Qinbei's nose moved, but his eyes looked at her bitterly, "I'm soft all over... I don't have strength."

Tang Xin:???

So you don't even have the strength to carry the bowl?

Qian'er was very sensible, "I'll feed my father."

With that, qian'er was about to take up the bowl.

"Qian'er, don't move. It's hot."

Tang Xin is helpless. She goes forward and takes the bowl to her hand.

Qian'er is just a six-year-old child. He grew up with a golden spoon. If he didn't catch the bowl, the soup would be scalded.

She's better.

It's just a bowl of soup.

Tang Xin bit her teeth and took the soup to the north of song Qin. She sat down. She took a spoonful of it and handed it to the north of song Qin. She didn't have a good way. "Mr. Song, drink it."

The man looked at her with a smile, gave birth to the mind to tease her.

"It's too hot."

"You..."

Tang Xin is impatient, "Song Zong is really the body of thousands of gold. Since he dislikes scalding, don't drink well."

"Ma Ma... Will you be patient with daddy?"

Xiaobao assists at the right time. He's a chubba. His big eyes seem to be filled with tears. "The students in the school, their father and Mama are in a good relationship. They never fight..."

Tang Xin's heart softened when he heard that.

Other children were born in happy families, but her Xiaobao and qianer

She owes them.

In front of Xiaobao and qian'er, she'd better be kind to song Qinbei, so as not to cause any bad psychological impact on the two children.

It's just acting. It's simple.

She's the best at acting.

Tang Xin squeezed out a smile. She held the chicken soup bowl and handed it to song Qinbei's lips with a small spoon. She pretended to blow, "come on, it's not hot now.

Drink

The spoonful was on Song Qinbei's lips.

Song Qinbei drank it with a smile.

It's delicious. It's delicious.