Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"I don't care. You are my best friend today! Come on, big brother, have an orange. "

Tang Xin knocked on the door——

Soon, Han Shaoli, who was weeping while peeling the orange, came out and opened the door to Tang Xin

Tang Xin nods awkwardly, and finds that the man with a hip-hop style and a Korean Europa head is the man who stayed with song Qinbei in the box last time.

She went in, and her eyes fell on Song Qinbei, who was lying on the hospital bed, pretty and white. "President, what's the matter with you?"

No lack of arms and legs.

It seems that except for a white gauze on the forehead, everything is normal on the face.

Song Qinbei was black and silent.

"In fact, it's not a big deal. After work, my elder brother and I were going out. My car suddenly broke down, and it was about to stop. The car ran into the front. But the elder brother helped me. In order to save me, his car was directly connected to the wall. The car was scrapped, and the elder brother was injured.

But the Secretary fairy is not at ease, just skin trauma

"Here, eat oranges." Han Shaoli handed the peeled orange to song Qinbei and opened his mouth wide: "ah!"

There is a spider web like crack on Song Qinbei Junyan, "when I am a three-year-old?"

"How about some congee instead of oranges?" Han Shaoli fumbles for the porridge on one side.

Tang Xin took the bowl of porridge and said, "I'll do it."

Han Shaoli rubbed his hands and said, "I envy my elder brother for having such a lovely fairy to take care of you."

Song Qinbei handed him a cold knife.

Tang Xin took the bowl of porridge, filled it with a small spoon, and handed it to song Qinbei.

His cold thin lips are peeling and pale now, but they are more and more sexy.

Looking at his lips, Tang Xin's heart beat faster.

As soon as he raised his head, song Qinbei suddenly caught her, even did not care about the wound on his body. He fixed his eyes on her face: "who's fighting?"

Tang Xin didn't want to continue this topic. He took apart the delicate nutritious porridge in the fresh-keeping box, poured it into a bowl and handed it to his mouth. He squeezed out a dry smile: "Mr. Song, eat it quickly."

Song Qinbei waited for her answer, otherwise he would not open his mouth, and the two were deadlocked there.

Seeing that she did not speak, song Qinbei stretched out his arm and fished the man into his arms.

The embrace of song Qinbei was clear and clean, with his unique flavor, which almost swept all the senses of Tang Xin in an instant.

She Leng in situ, want to move, but afraid to tear the wound on his body.

What if his wound breaks and the old man scolds her for not taking good care of the ancestor

Tang Xin stayed upright in his arms, feeling his burning breath, a little embarrassed.

For a long time, he buried his face in her warm neck, greedily breathed the light lemon smell on her body, and also sprayed his hot breath on her white jade neck.

Tang Xin is itched and unconsciously wants to move to avoid this man's attack.

It's just the next second, she stops.

Mellow clear voice in her ears, like elegant cello playing classical music.

"Tang Xin, be my woman."

The voice is overbearing, with a voice that can't be ignored.

Tang Xin can't help but open her eyes wide. She just feels that the words fall on her heart like thunder.

To be his woman? Did she hear it right?