Tang Xin politely refused.

"Rest assured, tuition is free."

"Huh? Mr. Song, you don't have to ......"

"The school is invested by the Song family, what's the matter, there is a problem?"

Song Qinbei's eyelids lifted slightly, and his voice was lazy and magnetic.

Tang Xin's face turned red, "Mr. Song, I will be even more involved with you if you are like this."

I'm just a small employee in your company......"

"Who said it was for you?"

Song Qinbei said coolly: "I'm looking at the face of Xiaobao giving me pickles." ”

Yes...... I see.

Xiaobao, who was nested in Tang's arms, raised his little face pitifully, "Ma Ma, I really want to go to Uncle Song's school......"

"Ma Ma just agreed to come down, okay? Uncle Song likes Xiaobao very much, and I like Uncle Song very much, woo woo ......"

The little bun nested in Tang Xin's arms and was coquettish, pitiful, where did Tang Xin still disagree, "Okay then." ”

"Mr. Song, no matter what, thank you very much."

"Thank you so much, you can do something practical."

The man elongated his voice.

Tang Xin: ...... How could he be so unserious.

"What are you blushing for?"

Song Qinbei glanced at her, and his handsome face was calm.

Tang Xin covered his face.

Hmm, is she overthinking?

Next, Song Qinbei motioned to An Zuo to drive to the noble primary school.

And Tang Xin got off the bus with Tang Xiaobao in his arms, because with Song Qinbei's approval, Xiaobaozi went through the enrollment procedures very smoothly.

Xiao Baozi also successfully entered the school.

It's just that during the period, the little guy took out the mask in his pocket and put it firmly on his little face.

He was afraid that the principal of the school would recognize that he had the same face as Qian'er.

After Tang Xin instructed Xiaobao a few times, he waved goodbye to him.

Looking at the back of his own hemp gradually drifting away, the corners of Xiaobao's eyes curled.

Today's "bitter meat trick"

The effect is not bad.

In fact, he could have solved this matter by himself, but in Qian'er, he learned that the relationship between Ma Ma and Daddy has been progressing rapidly recently, and Xiaobao secretly decided to match Ma Ma and Daddy.

So, he pitifully posed as a bullied person at school, and when Ma Ma came to the rescue, he also sent a message to Daddy.

Daddy already had a good impression of him, how could he not help.

In this way, wouldn't Daddy and Ma Ma go more smoothly? Xiaobao was simply impressed by his ingenuity.

Now that they are in the same school as Qian'er, it is more convenient for them to exchange identities!

After completing the enrollment procedures for Tang Xiaobao, Tang Xin got into Song Qinbei's car.

An Zuo drove the car intently in the driver's seat, and Tang Xin and Song Qinbei sat in the back.

The air was slightly congealed.

Tang Xin squeezed his hands and took a deep breath, "Mr. Song, I am grateful for everything you have helped me do. ”

"It's just...... Grateful to grateful, I won't compromise on the bet contract just because you helped me and Xiaobao. ”

Even if you are grateful to him, you can't fall in love with him.

As soon as the ten-day deadline was up, she still had to leave the Song family.

Song Qinbei's eyebrows narrowed imperceptibly, "Do I want you to compromise?" ”

“…… Well, it's me thinking too much. ”

Tang Xin touched his nose, a little embarrassed, and subconsciously kept a little distance from Song Qinbei.

Her small actions displeased men.

"I don't need you to be grateful to me."

Song Qinbei's ink eyes were deep, he sat calmly, his side face was handsome as if he was a god, but his words were paranoid and domineering: "Just fall in love with me obediently." ”

Tang Xin: ......

What kind of paranoid megalomania is this? That's too narcissistic, isn't it?

"Mr. Song,"

Tang Xin's eyebrows were curled, and his smile was as bright as a sunflower: "The twisted melon is not sweet, I won't fall in love with you."

I am bound to win the bet. ”

Saying that, Tang Xin smiled and made a fist swearing in front of Song Qinbei.

The man's voice was low and hoarse: "The twisted melon is not sweet, but it quenches thirst." ”

Tang Xin: Poof...... What kind of tiger and wolf word is this? Are all the presidents of the Song chaebol so hungry? Tang Xin glared at him, crossed his hands, covered his heart, and moved a little away from him.

Song Qinbei jokingly hooked his lips.

He didn't believe that there would be anyone who could resist his charm that had nowhere to put it.

Sooner or later, this little woman will fall in love with him.

Song Qinbei closed his eyes and leaned on the back seat to close his eyes and recuperate.

The single dog in the front row, An Zuo, drove the car conscientiously, trying to ignore the soul crit that the two brought to him.

…… After returning to the company, Tang Xin looked at Song Qinbei's face, bored and continued to write and draw on the computer.

The last cartoon she drew was published on a comic website, and the number of hits was quite high.

There are many comment areas below and barrage asking for updates.

Tang Xin instantly had momentum again.

"Go, pour me coffee."

Song Qinbei's deep voice came.

"Oh, okay."

Tang Xin closed the computer, took Song Qinbei's coffee cup, and went to the pantry.

After picking up the coffee, Tang Xin was just about to leave, but received a strange phone call.

She hesitated, but she connected.

"Tang Xin."

A very familiar female voice came from the phone.

It's Qin Shuang.

"What are you looking for me?"

Tang Xin never forgot the slap Qin Shuang gave him, and his tone was a little cold.

"I see that you are very proud now, staying by Song Qinbei's side, and living in his villa."

Qin Shuang gritted his teeth with hatred, "It's the first time I've seen him bring a woman to the villa." ”

"You investigate me?"

Tang Xin clenched his phone.

"You have to pay me to investigate that little? I followed my grandfather, and naturally he told me something. ”

Qin Shuang's voice was full of superiority.

"Oh, so what? What are you calling to say? ”

Tang Xin didn't care.

"I mean, you're going to be complacent, because you're not happy anytime soon."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't look at the scenery you are following Qin Bei now, but you are just a plaything, Qin Bei has a white moonlight in her heart, and soon, she will return to China, and you will be nothing at that time!"

Tang Xin's heart was inexplicably as if he had been stung by something, and there was a fine sense of pain.

Song Qinbei's white moonlight? How could she not have heard of it.

"When she comes back, you will be obediently kicked out of bed by Qinbei! Hahaha......"

Tang Xin wanted to say something, but soon, he hung up the phone.

Speechless.

Does Song Qinbei have any white moonlight to do with her? She's the one who's going to go anyway.

There are still nine days, and time flies.

Rush! Tang Xin kept cheering himself up.

After pouring her coffee, she returned to the president's office.

"Mr. Song, your coffee."

Tang Xin handed the coffee to his table.

Song Qinbei's slender fingers picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

Tang Xin returned to his seat, originally wanting to continue painting, but all that lingered in his mind were Qin Shuang's words.

Tang Xin's heart seemed to have a fine needle, poking and poking there.

She closed the computer, a little uneasy, "President......"

"How?"

The man's slender fingers flipped through the documents, and his voice was low and sexy.

"May I gossip about you a little bit about it?"

Tang Xin asked tentatively.

If he really has any white moonlight, then what is she? Although she didn't plan to fall in love with Song Qinbei within ten days, she was also unwilling to be a victim of Song Qinbei's emotional life.

"Say."

"That,"

Tang Xin bit his lip, and looked at him uneasily with fawn-like eyes, "Mr. Song, do you have a white moonlight in your heart?" ”

When the words fell, the aura on the man's body suddenly cooled down.

The gaze is also a little sharper.

"Who did you listen to?"

Tang Xin's heart was extremely uncomfortable being pierced by such a cold gaze, although Song Qinbei did not respond to herself, she also knew what his attitude meant.

The bottom of my heart is lost for no reason, bitter.

"Oh, nothing."

Tang Xin lowered her head, turned on the computer, and tried to pretend to be addicted to work to hide her emotions.

"What, jealous?"

Song Qinbei stared at her for a while, his thin lips hooked.

"Which vinegar do I eat? I'm not who you are. ”

Tang Xin gave him an angry look.

"Tang Xin, admit it, you have already moved your heart to me."

I don't know when it started, Song Qinbei has come to her side.

He hooked his long arm and scooped Tang Xin into his arms.

The scorching masculine aura on her face firmly wrapped Tang Xin, and her heart beat wildly.

"Mr. Song, please pay attention, it's in the office now."

Tang Xin pushed him, but he was pressed on the sofa.

"You...... What are you doing? ”

Tang Xin's moist eyes were filled with panic, and his eyelashes trembled.