Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Qinbei thought that he was still angry, took a deep breath, and said softly: "It's Dad who is not good, Dad will try to find time to accompany you, so, can you go home with Dad?" ”

Tang Xiaobao looked at the strange uncle in front of him strangely, "You recognize the wrong person, right?" I don't have a dad. ”

Song Qinbei thought he was talking angrily, his eyes were full of guilt, "Qian'er, it's my father's mistake, but I'm also for your good, I hope to train you to be a qualified chaebol heir, can you understand Dad's hard work?" ”

Yes? Tang Xiaobao scratched his head when he heard this, this is really the wrong person! The Qian'er in Uncle Shuai's mouth is his son.

And Uncle Shuai recognized him as his son! Wait a minute! Mommy once said that he also has a twin brother, is it, Qian'er? If Qian'er is his brother, then the handsome uncle in front of him is his poop! Is there really such a coincidence in this world? Tang Xiaobao worked hard to sort out the complex relationships inside.

Seeing the child's confused appearance pulling his hair, Song Qinbei stepped forward and picked up Tang Xiaobao: "Okay, don't be angry, Dad will take you home." ”

Tang Xiaobao, who was suddenly lifted into the air, subconsciously hugged Song Qinbei's neck, and a feeling that he had never felt before arose.

Oh my God, Uncle Handsome is so tall and handsome! Is this what it feels like to be cared for by your father? He was held in the arms of the man's strong arms, looking left and right at the scene around him, and it felt like he was riding a Ferris wheel.

It's a good feeling to have a dad! His son Qian'er is really happy.

Tang Xiaobao originally wanted to tell him about recognizing the wrong person, but because of a little selfishness, he got stuck in his throat.

Song Qinbei felt Tang Bao's uneasiness, glanced sideways, and saw that his appearance was correct, his lips were pursed, and Qian'er looked frightened.

Dare to scare my child, dead woman, you wait, I won't let you go! - Song Qinbei carried Tang Xiaobao all the way to the villa.

"Qian'er, you're hungry, eat something."

Song Qinbei snapped his fingers.

Soon, more than a dozen servants came to the room one by one with solid gold dinner plates with lids fastened and placed them on the table one by one.

Soon, the lid was opened, and a series of exquisite small pastries were placed in front of Tang Xiaobao.

There are so many pastries, they look delicate and small, and his foodie Ma Ma must like to eat them very much.

"Qian'er, this is custom-made for you by the new Michelin chef, is it okay to taste it?"

Tang Xiaobao picked up a piece of delicate crispy rice cake and studied the ingredients and materials.

Next time, he can make such a pastry for Ma Ma to eat.

"Qian'er, isn't it unappetizing?"

Song Qinbei twisted his eyebrows, hasn't Qian'er always liked to eat this kind of sweet? Tang Xiaobao touched his belly and smiled dryly: "I'm not hungry now." ”

But what he doesn't like to eat the most is sweets.

Her stupidity is very fond of it.

It seems that the taste of Qian'er and Ma Ma is quite similar.

Tang Xiaobao felt a sour feeling in his heart.

Seeing that he wasn't eating, Song Qinbei thought that he was still angry with him because of the dog, so he sighed, "I've already sent someone to take that dog to your grandmother's house." ”

"As long as you are obedient and study well, I can allow you to play with it for half a day every Sunday."

Tang Xiaobao's eyes widened.

He hates dogs the most! So much hair and it all looks stupid.

Does Qian'er like to play with dogs? What a naïve child.

Tang Xiaobao was afraid that he would see his abnormality, so he scratched his head, "Okay...... Thank you Baba. ”

The last two words he said cautiously and quietly.

This is the first time in five years that he has called out the word "baba".

Song Qinbei was satisfied, "Then you can eat some snacks and do your homework later, you know?" ”

"Hmm!"

Xiaobao nodded.

This handsome uncle has such a gentle voice, if only he were really his own poop...... After Song Qinbei left, Tang Xiaobao stayed in Song Qianze's room for a while, walking around.

The decoration in the room is very simple and bright, and the decoration is atmospheric, and there is a beautiful small picture frame on the wall.

In the photo, there is sun, sand, sea and seagulls, and there is a man and a dog.

A little boy is running on the beach with a golden retriever, leaving little feet behind.

And that little boy looks exactly like himself! That's Qian'er! No wonder Uncle Shuai would admit his mistake, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that the child in the photo was himself! It turns out that there are really people in this world who look exactly the same!

After a brief moment of shock, Tang Xiaobao let out a sigh.

I envy Qian'er too much.

He lived in a large castle-like house every day, with servants to serve him to eat and sleep, and a very gentle baba who loved him.

Unlike himself, he hasn't had a poop since he was a child, Ma Ma said that his poop is taller than him.

I'd love to meet him if I had the chance.

Alas.

Tang Xiaobao wrinkled his bun face, sighed, and walked around the room, looking at this and touching there.

Suddenly, he saw a warm yellow bag.

Isn't this a hemp bag? It turns out that the stupid Ma Ma didn't take her bag away? Then next, the stupid Ma Ma will come back again.

He'd better wait here obediently.

Tang Xiaobao sat on the sofa, dangling his two little short legs, looking at a table of exquisite pastries, thinking about how to develop the same pastries for Ma Ma to eat.

The night is getting dark.

Song Qinbei sat in the study to deal with official documents, the white bathrobe was slightly open, revealing a small honey-colored chest, the usual meticulous black hair was scattered on his forehead at this time, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses were set on the bridge of his straight nose, and the lenses reflected the blue light of the computer screen.

He took a sip of his coffee, and the coffee in his cup was already bottoming out.

And Tang Bao was in Song Qianze's room, and easily connected to all the monitoring equipment of Song Mansion with an IPAD.

In order to welcome the arrival of his confused mother, he hid his camera at the gate early in the morning, with a note in his pocket.

At this time, he lay crookedly on the bed, yawning while observing all the monitoring screens, and when Tang Xin appeared, Tang Xiaobao sat up straight instantly.

He guessed correctly, Ma Mazhi really sneaked back secretly, but he didn't expect Tang Xin to look at the gate and walk directly upstairs.

At this time, he saw that Song Qinbei's door was also open, his face was tired, and he was still holding a white coffee cup in his hand, obviously going downstairs to pour coffee.

"Oops! Hemp is dangerous! ”

It was too late to secretly run to remind Tang Xin, Tang Bao's heart hung in his throat! And Tang Xin, who was groping around, was also thinking in his mouth.

"It's really declining, I can forget to take it even though I have found it last time, I'm really a pig brain!"

"This Song Qinbei is really, why did he buy such a big house, he couldn't find anything to find it......"

As soon as he turned the corner, Song Qinbei, who had already poured the coffee, appeared in front of Tang Xin so suddenly, and at that moment, Tang Xin's mind was blank.

And Song Qinbei, who was gently pinching the mountain roots, swept away his exhaustion when he saw Tang Xin, and sneered: "There are still people who come to die?" ”

Tang Xin felt a chill in her heart, subconsciously turned around and ran, and in a blink of an eye, Song Qinbei grabbed her neckline and lifted it up like a little chicken, and smiled in her ear: "Want to run?" ”

"President Song, Song Zuzong, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please let me go, I will definitely stay away from you in the future, and I will take a detour when I see you......"

Tang Xin cried and turned back to beg for mercy with a sad face.

Last time, I directly asked the bodyguard to "deal with it"

She finally picked up a small life, and now she has let him catch it again...... Now, she's really cold, right?! Song Qinbei casually put the coffee cup on the counter beside him, and stretched out his free hand to Tang Xin, frightening Tang Xin to hold his head in both hands.

At this time, a soft and glutinous milk sound came from the place: "Baba......"

Song Qinbei glanced at Tang Xin, cut her hands behind her back, then pulled out the tie of her bathrobe, tied it firmly, and said in a low voice: "I'll settle accounts with you later, I'll tell you not to beat my son again, otherwise you'll die!" ”

Tang Xin breathed a sigh of relief, this time, she had a chance to escape.

It's just that how can she listen to it, the voice is very similar to her own Xiaobao? No, her little treasure is still at home not long ago, how can she come here.

Tang Xin shook his head and shook off the idea just now.

She looked around with wide eyes, looking for an opportunity to escape.

The man sensed the woman's intentions, he sneered, and carried the woman to the utility room like a little chicken, locked it by the way, and turned around to see Tang Bao rubbing his eyes in a daze: "Dad......"