Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"Small glutinous rice, you see what gift I prepared for you."

Xiaobao took the dolls out of the schoolbag as if they were treasures.

One by one in front of the small glutinous rice.

Little nuomi's big eyes brightened. She waved her hands, as if to catch them, but she only caught a rabbit's ear.

Xiaopang has a very small hand. It's white and fat. There are four nests on it.

It's lovely.

"Sister, look at my brother's present."

Qian'er also took out the doll from her schoolbag that she had caught for xiaonuomi and competed with Xiaobao in front of xiaonuomi.

Little nuomi seems to like these gifts very much, but her little hands are too small to catch these dolls.

These dolls are just delicate toys for her.

"You two brothers are very nice to little glutinous rice."

Tang Xin laughed, "but these gifts are still too big for little glutinous rice. When she grows up, she can play."

"Little glutinous rice, thank you for your two brothers. See how good they are to you. "

Tang Xin teases little glutinous rice meat Dudu's little face.

Little nuomi's small mouth has saliva. When she grows up, it seems that she wants to say something, but her small mouth can only utter a few simple syllables.

"Brother... Brother..."

"Wow! My sister called me brother! "

Xiaobao is very excited.

"She was clearly looking at me, so she was calling me."

Qian'er stressed.

"No, xiaonuomi is looking at me."

Xiaobao is not to be outdone.

The two little turnips were arguing about who the elder brother was just shouting at the little glutinous rice.

This scene fell into the eyes of the Northern Song Dynasty and was extremely harmonious.

The four of them should have been together.

For song Qinbei, the children's playfulness was a family pleasure.

The ward seemed to be filled with joy and peace.

The tension between Tang Xin and song Qinbei just disappeared.

On the contrary, because of the small glutinous rice, they get along with each other easily and harmoniously.

"Heart."

"Well?"

Tang Xin looks back with a smile, and his eyes fall on Song Qinbei.

No more hate, no more disgust, no longer alienation, no longer indifference.

There is still a little gentle joy in my eyes.

Although song Qinbei knew that this gentle joy was for xiaonuomi.

Song Qinbei's eyes were deep.

"Do you have a picture of little nuomi when he was a child?"

Without waiting for tangxin to speak, Xiaobao took the lead in helping tangxin speak, "of course!"

Tang Xin is embarrassed to touch his nose.

"Can you show me?

I want to make up for the absence of xiaonuomi

Song Qinbei wanted to see what kind of life little nuomi lived when he was a child.

Listen to words, Xiaobao shriveled mouth, a little not too happy Yazi, "Daddy, why didn't you ask Mama for my picture before?

Why don't you ask me what kind of life I want to live? "

Xiao Bao is jealous.

Although it's my sister's vinegar.

His heart is sour.

"Because what you as like as two peas are like," what did you look like when you were little? "

Song Qinbei touched Xiaobao's cerebellar pouch melon.

"Daddy, you lie. You just like little glutinous rice. You love your sister more than me.

I'm not your favorite baby anymore. "

Xiaobao is even more unhappy.

"The palm and the back of the hand are all meat. How can your father not love you? Well, Xiao Bao, be good."

Tang Xin said with a helpless smile.