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I read the news these days and knew that he would come, but I didn't know that I would also attend the banquet to welcome him.

The banquet was held in a time-honored hotel in Xiangtan. The entire banquet hall was not luxurious, but very grand. The four newly promoted members of Xiangtan and their families all attended the banquet.

Not only the president and the president's wife came from the capital, but Song Bai Lao introduced me to everyone at the beginning, saying that they wanted me to say hello later, so that I could have a better understanding.

As soon as I participated in this kind of formal occasion, I was very nervous. The whole scene was like a puppet. Song Bai Lao said where to go, and who respected whom.

"That's one of the secretaries in the President's Office, Han Yuan Song." Song Bai Lao wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear, "His father is the president's confidant and once served as the finance minister in the previous term, but he quickly retired due to physical reasons. Unlike his father, he is a trousers boy and a scumbag. He can become a secretary because of his father's face."

"He is still very lecherous, and he was not less provocative when he was young. Merry Debt, as an Alpha, an Omega who has not yet been marked, and is not married."

"The straw bag" was not far from us, and was talking to a lady in a red dress in front of us. He was wearing a silver-gray suit, and was probably in his fifties. He was not tall, but he was thin.

From the way he talks to women, you can tell that he was indeed a celebrity when he was young, or the worst kind of public lover.

Maybe my eyes were too bright, and he suddenly looked over as he spoke, and looked right at me.

I was startled, and it was too late to look away, so I had to bite the bullet and smile at him. Unexpectedly, after he bowed his head and said something to the lady in front of me, he walked straight over.

I raised the glass of wine and put it to my lips calmly: "He came over…"

Song Bai Lao pinched my waist slightly, but said nothing.

Han Yuan Song walked up to us with a glass of wine, and took the initiative to extend his hand: "Mr. Song, Mrs. Song, it's the first time we met, and I have long admired the name for a long time."

We shook hands with him one by one, and then he chatted with Song Bai Lao, Talking about people's livelihood, business, and where the best cigars are, and where the ham is the most fragrant, this is a topic that is more in line with the design of the trousers.

After chatting for a while, he looked at me and said abruptly: "Mrs. Song makes me feel very kind, and it seems that I have seen it before."

His words sounded too cliché to strike up a conversation, so that I didn't know what to do. After two seconds, he said, "Ah, is that right? Maybe you have seen my videos online?"

Han Yuan Song frowned in distress: "I can't remember, I always feel your eyes seem familiar…"

If Song Bai Lao wasn't there, I would really think he was trying to tease me.

The hand around my waist tightened even more, and Song Bai Lao became angry.

"Secretary Han must have remembered it incorrectly. My wife has never been to the capital, so it's impossible to see you."

His tone was polite and indifferent. If he was more sensitive, he should have reacted to his rashness just now. But Han Yuan Song stared at me for a long time as if nothing was wrong, thinking, "Maybe it's like one of my former lovers."

His words were not rash, but rude, and I felt Song Bai Lao's body tense immediately beside me. There is a tendency to go forward, and I hastily pulled him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Regardless of what the other party thought, I left a sentence behind and dragged Song Bai Lao to the side of the venue.

I opened the door to the outside and made sure that no one was there, and I dragged him to the terrace.

"What are you pulling me for?" Song Bai Lao's tone was bad, and his face was also bad.

Before I could answer, he withdrew the hand I was holding, walked to the terrace, and took out a cigarette and a lighter from the inner pocket.

With a snap, the white smoke slowly drifted away, forming an elusive wisp of light in the night.

"If I don't pull you, what are you going to do?" I walked over and leaned against the guardrail beside him.

"Beat him."

The lights in the venue were bright and bright, and it was easy to see the inside from the outside.

Luo Qinghe has been talking beside the president, and it seems that the chat is quite speculative. If Song Bai Lao just now really punched Han Yuan Song's nose, I can imagine how furious Luo Qinghe would be.

I leaned in Song Bai Lao's direction and leaned on his side: "Then you're going to make headlines tomorrow that you beat someone in front of the president."

Han Yuan Song really lived up to the name of a scumbag. After all, any person with a normal mind would not say those things in front of other people's partners.

"I still want to stuff his head down the toilet in front of the president," he said, still cold, but not so angry.

At this moment, my cell phone rang suddenly, it was the call from Aunt Jiu "Sister I don't know why she is crying. She've been crying all night. No matter how I coax her, the young master is crying. Can you and your husband come back early?"

Song Mo soothed with a crying voice.

"Sister, don't cry… Brother is here, what's wrong with you? Don't scare brother…"

I stood up straight: "We'll be right back."

Hang up the phone and quickly tell Song Bai Lao about the situation, he has changed with a sullen face, he pressed out the cigarette butt and immediately entered the venue with me.

It's only halfway through the banquet, we say hello to the president and Luo Qinghe first.

"Going?" Luo Qinghe frowned slightly when he heard the words.

The president smiled and said: "It's too depressing for young people to stay in this kind of situation. It's normal to leave early."

I explained to them: "No, my child may be sick, so we are in a hurry. Hurry back."

Luo Qinghe's expression froze: "Momo or younger sister?"

Song Bai Lao said: "Sister."

Luo Qinghe frowned even tighter: "Let Meng Bai take a look." Then he turned to the president and said, "It's that the little granddaughter, she was born four months premature, and has been in poor health."

"Oh, the child's affairs are very stressful, just go, it's alright." The president waved his hand generously.

In fact, Ning Xi has been very strong since she was born, and her development is better than that of a normal child. No one would believe that she was born prematurely when she went to the hospital for an examination.

It's also very easy to take with her on weekdays. She eats, sleeps, eats, wants to play, and Song Mo plays with her. This is the first time she can't stop crying.

Driving back to Weijing Mountain, as soon as I entered the door, the baby's continuous cry was as strong as on Aunt Jiu's phone call, and it didn't weaken at all.

Aunt Jiu was sitting on the sofa with her in her arms. She was at a loss. Song Mo was lying beside her. Seeing us coming back, he said to me as if asking for help: "Mom, my sister has been crying and her face is red…"

I hurriedly coaxed her back and patted her on the back, she whimpered, and just had a tendency to stop, but when I stopped, she would cry more violently.

"I'll try it." Song Bai Lao stretched out his hand.

I carefully handed Ning Xi over to him, and he sat down on the sofa slightly stiff with an expression on his face as if he was holding a pack of dynamite.

"Don't cry, why is it so sad that you deserve to cry like this?" Song Bai Lao wiped away the tears from Ning Xi's face with his fingertips, "You made me cry, your brother will be drowned if you cry again."

Is it because she was tired from crying or Song Bai Lao really had a solution, the little baby stopped crying slowly, and fell asleep with his mouth shut.

"Asleep?" I asked in a low voice.

Song Bai Lao looked up at me, looking even more surprised than I was: "She fell asleep."

Song Mo leaned over to Song Bai Lao's side, swept away his sad face, and danced with both eyebrows happily.

"Sister don't cry!" he said cautiously.

Aunt Jiu wanted to bring the child back from Song Bai Lao's arms, but as soon as she left Song Bai Lao's embrace, Ning Xi hummed and wanted to cry, so that neither of them dared to move.

This was a little embarrassing, Song Bai Lao could only maintain one position, as long as he put it down a little, Ning Xi would immediately wake up and start crying.

In the end, he tried various methods to no avail, Song Bai Lao had to hold her in his arms, and slept all night by sitting on the head of the bed.

In the middle of it, I woke up to warm milk for Ning Xi, and when I saw Song Bai Lao was so sleepy, his head was drooping down. I wanted to hold the baby, but I failed. As soon as she leaves Dad's arms, she will cry.

"I'll do it." Song Bai Lao took the bottle in my hand and put it into Ning Xi's mouth unskilledly.

In mammals, it is common sense that the parent who gives birth is also responsible for breastfeeding, but it does not apply in Beta.

Betas can't give birth naturally and don't produce milk, and we're more like substandard females, or males who will have babies, than Omegas and Alphas.

When Ning Xi was just born, Song Bai Lao kept rubbing my chest on the bed until it turned red and hurt when touched. In the end, he found it useless, and said regretfully, "Sure enough, it's nothing. I can't squeeze it out."

I was so angry that I rolled the quilt and rolled aside, not wanting to do anything else.

He hugged me from behind, dug me out of the quilt, and asked me in a pretentious and contrived tone: "Angry? Does it hurt? Let me see… Oh, it's so pitiful. It's red, I'll give you a blow…"

Ning Xi went back to sleep after she was full, I climbed back into bed, looked at Song Bai Lao's tired face, and couldn't help but kissed his face.

"Not enough," he slowly opened his eyes and looked at me with a smile, "more."

I was amused, but I still leaned in and kissed his lips.

After the deep kiss, I was next to him, with my head on his shoulders, and cuddled to sleep.

The next morning, I was woken up by the phone ringing.

When I saw the caller, I was all awake, and it turned out to be Luo Qinghe.

I picked it up quickly, Luo Qinghe asked me how Ning Xi was, I told him the truth, he seemed to be laughing over there, then said that it was fine, and quickly hung up the phone.

"Who is it?"

I turned around, Song Bai Lao woke up with a frown, his face full of displeasure from being woken up early in the morning.

"Your dad." I said, "Come and ask about your sister's situation."

Song Bai Lao twitched his lips: "He's a model of the next generation."

I smiled and glanced at Ning Xi, and found that Ning Xi was awake and was blinking. He stared at us silently with wide eyes.

I tried to reach out and hug her, and found that she stopped crying and returned to the little girl who was easily satisfied, ate, slept, and ate.

"I was really tossed to death by you." I bowed my head and kissed her fat little face, got out of bed and put her back in the baby room.

When I came back again, Song Bai Lao was lying on the bed and had already fallen asleep.

Luo Meng Bai came over in the afternoon and said that Luo Qinghe had asked her to check on Ning Xi's physical condition.

But she couldn't say why, only that the child was healthy and had no problems.

"Maybe my cousin doesn't get close to my sister very much, and my sister is a little angry." She analyzed it, "‘I'm so cute, how can you not like me', like this, I want to act like a spoiled child with my father."

… Really? ?

Why do I feel more like "I'm so cute, how can you not like me and watch me"?

But it was only that time that she never "acted like a spoiled child" with Song Bai Lao in that way.