Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

The party entered the old house.

In the magnificent Chinese living room, Mr. Song and Linzhi have been waiting for a long time.

The old man was sitting upright on the main seat with a golden sandalwood crutch, while Linzhi was wearing a refined modified cheongsam, waving a fan with feathers and fringes, gently agitating.

See Tang Xin holding small glutinous rice, Linzhi in front of a bright, "Miss Tang good."

His attitude towards Tang Xin is much more polite than before.

Tang Xin is not used to it.

"Hello, aunt Lin."

"My good granddaughter, little glutinous rice." Linzhi stepped on high-heeled shoes and came to the little glutinous rice. The more she looked at the pink glutinous rice ball, the more she liked it. Her love was beyond expression. "It's so beautiful, like a little princess."

"Now that people are here, sit down."

The old man coughed uneasily.

"Ma Ma, sit here, next to me."

Xiaobao took tangxin's hand and let her sit opposite the old man, while Xiaobao and qian'er sat in front of tangxin.

Song Qinbei:?

Where can I sit if you are like this?

He was dissatisfied and had to sit down opposite Tang Xin.

So you can see Tang Xin more.

It's acceptable to think about this.

"Bring the glutinous rice to me to have a look." The old man is facing Linzhi.

"Good."

Linzhi carefully holding small glutinous rice, as if holding a precious Antique Baby, she holding small glutinous rice came to the old man, "Dad, have a look."

"Not bad..." the old man stroked his gray beard and was very satisfied.

And Tang Xin sat opposite them, feeling that life was like years.

"Tang Xin, we didn't care about you when you hid things about children before."

The old man spoke slowly.

Tang Xin:?

She realized what the old man was going to say next.

And Xiaobao and qian'er are also well prepared. Should grandfather Zeng say something to make Ma Ma unhappy?

"Since small glutinous rice is the flesh and blood of our song family, I hope that small glutinous rice can recognize its ancestors as soon as possible."

The old man is dignified.

Tang Xin snorted coldly, "it seems that what I am most worried about is still happening. This is the Hongmen banquet."

She looked coldly at Song Qinbei, with accusation in her eyes.

Song Qinbei: No... I'm not.

He coughed softly, "grandfather. Children, after all, are brought up by heart. "

"Little nuomi or not your daughter? How can you elbow out? "

The old man is very angry.

"Old man, I brought little nuomi here today to show her grandmother and great grandfather. But I found that the decision was wrong.

Little nuomi was born in a foreign country in October when I was pregnant. It hasn't cost your song family a cent since I was born. Don't you think it's too much to have children now? "

Tang Xin stood up and planned to take the little glutinous rice out of his arms. "No one is going to rob my child.

I have lost to you song family once before, but this time, I will never compromise. "

Her voice is loud, her eyes are firm, and there is no lack of sharpness in her softness.

"Why can't the flesh and blood of the Song family recognize their ancestors?

Without us in Qinbei, where are you going to have a baby? "

The old man's face turned red. He hammered his crutch heavily, and the ground was pounded.

The atmosphere was silent.

There was a strong smell of smoke in the air.