But I believe that a woman like you who can only hook men with her body will be fresh in Qinbei for a while, and when the time comes, you will be thrown off by him like a rag. ”

Qin Shuang glanced at her in disgust and mockery, and left proudly.

Tang Xin: ...... She's just an innocent little secretary.

If it weren't for Song Qinbei, Qin Shuang's anger wouldn't have been transferred to her.

Jiangcheng Hospital.

Lin Zhi looked at the old man who came down from upstairs and hurriedly greeted: "Dad, are you looking for me?" ”

The old man nodded, pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down and say, I want you to persuade that kid in Qinbei to settle the marriage with Qin Shuang as soon as possible." ”

Lin Zhi knew that it was this topic, but the child didn't say that she didn't listen to what she said, even if she did, how could their elders interfere with emotional matters.

"Dad......"

Lin Zhi said in embarrassment: "Either this matter will be natural, times have changed, and the old-fashioned marriage contract is not acceptable to today's children." ”

The old man is not an enlightened person, but he also has his difficulties: "Lin Zhi, it's not that Dad is unreasonable, but the Qin family is kind to our Song family, and I was also a family affair that I should do, and I can't regret being a man and doing things, so I can only wronged the child in Qinbei, not to mention, I look at Qin Shuang's child is good, he is beautiful and straightforward, and he has no heart, which is very good." ”

"It's good, but Dad, you know, Qinbei's temperament, if he doesn't agree, no one can shake it, in case it's urgent...... He is angry and casually makes a child with someone, and when the time comes, we will be even more anxious, not to mention that we all have a child, you don't want to let those things happen again, right? ”

The old man sighed deeply, "Think again, let me think again......"

"Now that Qinbei is still in the hospital, let's talk about the marriage later, and the most important thing is to heal the injury first."

Lin Zhi sighed.

At the same time, Tang Xin rubbed his swollen face and took a taxi to Jiangcheng Hospital.

She's just a little assistant, just trying to make a little money, what is going on...... Jiangcheng Hospital.

Outside, there were a bunch of reporters carrying long guns and short cannon-like cameras, they sharpened their heads and wanted to squeeze inside, under the scorching sun, their faces were bursting with skin and sweat, and they didn't care, staring inside, trying to dig up some big material.

Look at this stance...... Tang Xin almost thought that Song Qinbei had some incurable disease.

She was also a little more serious and tried to go in, but was stopped by the security guards.

"Miscellaneous people can't get started."

The security guard had a tiger face.

"I'm not an idler, I'm Song Qinbei's secretary."

The other party looked Tang Xin up and down suspiciously, "What's your name?" Show your ID. ”

Tang Xin had no choice but to take out his ID card and show it to the security guard.

One of the security guards trotted in all the way, probably confirming Tang Xin's identity.

Tang Xin was a little speechless, should you be so rigorous.

She had to wait outside.

After a while, the security guard who ran in just now trotted to Tang Xin's side, motioned for her to pass, and told her the specific ward number in Tang Xin's ear.

Tang Xin nodded: "Thank you." ”

God, are the heirs of the big chaebols so strict?

It's a bit like she's going to visit the emperor.

Tang's henchmen sneered, and he was also a little worried about Song Qinbei's injury, so he quickened his pace.

In the distance, I heard a somewhat funny male voice coming from inside.

"Hey, I'm so moved, I deserve to be a good buddy who grew up with me in a pair of pants, I didn't expect you to really stick a knife in both ribs for me......"

"Big brother, if you hadn't saved me, I would have been in the car accident.

I didn't expect you to be so cold, but you are so righteous. ”

And Song Qinbei's deep male voice revealed disgust: "While crying, it's just a skin injury, as for it." ”

"I don't care, you're my best buddy today! Come, big brother eat an orange. ”

Tang Xin knocked on the door - soon, Han Shaoli, who was crying while peeling oranges, walked out and opened the door for Tang Xin, "Secretary little fairy?" ”

Tang Xin nodded awkwardly, and found that the man in front of him, dressed in hip-hop style and with a Korean-style Oba head, was the man who stayed with Song Qinbei in the box last time.

She walked in, and her eyes fell on Song Qinbei, who was lying on the hospital bed, with a handsome and pale face, "President, what's wrong with you?" ”

There are no missing arms or legs.

Except for a piece of white gauze on his forehead, everything on his face is normal.

Song Qinbei had a dark face and didn't say anything.

"Actually, it's not a big deal, that is, after getting off work, I and my eldest brother were going out, my car suddenly failed, and I was about to stop the car and collided with the front, but the eldest brother took action, he tried to save me, his car went directly to the wall, and the car was scrapped, and the eldest brother was injured.

However, the secretary fairy is not at ease, it is just a skin injury. ”

"Come, eat oranges."

Han Shaoli handed the peeled orange to Song Qinbei's mouth, and opened his mouth wide: "Ah! ”

Song Qinbei had a spiderweb-like crack on his handsome face, "When I was a three-year-old child?" ”

"Then don't eat oranges, do you want to drink some porridge?"

Han Shaoli fumbled with the porridge on the side again.

Tang Xin stepped forward to take the bowl of porridge: "I'll come." ”

Han Shaoli rubbed his hands, "I really envy my eldest brother, there is such a cute little fairy who can take care of you." ”

Song Qinbei handed him a cold eye knife.

Tang Xin picked up the bowl of porridge, took a small spoonful, and handed it to Song Qinbei's lips.

His cool lips were a little peeling and pale at the moment, but they were getting sexier.

Looking at his lips, Tang Xin's heart was beating a little.

As soon as he raised his head, Song Qinbei suddenly grabbed her, didn't even care about the wounds on his body, and stared at her face with his eyes: "Who beat her?" ”

Tang Xin didn't want to continue this topic, so he dismantled the delicate nutritious porridge in the crisper and poured it into a bowl and handed it to his mouth, squeezing out a dry smile: "Mr. Song, eat quickly." ”

Song Qinbei waited for her to answer, otherwise he wouldn't open his mouth, and the two were deadlocked.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Qinbei stretched out his arm and directly fished the person into his arms.

Song Qinbei's embrace was clear and clean, with his unique aura, which swept all of Tang Xin's senses almost instantly.

She froze in place, trying to move, but she was afraid of tearing the wound on his body.

What if his wound is ruptured and the old man scolds her for not taking good care of this ancestor...... Tang Xin stayed straight in his arms, feeling his scorching breathing, a little embarrassed.

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

Tang Xin was itchy, and he unconsciously wanted to move and avoid this person's attack.

Only in the next second, she paused in her movements.

The mellow and crisp sound sounded low in her ears, like an elegant cello playing classical music.

"Tang Xin, be my woman."

The voice is domineering, revealing a tone that cannot be denied.

Tang Xin's eyes widened involuntarily, only to feel that this gentle and clever sentence fell on her heart, like thunder and explosion above the nine heavens.

Be his woman? She heard you right, right?

Han Shaoli, who was eating melons on the side: "I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that my mother told me to go home for dinner, and I withdrew first." ”

He's not going to be stupid enough to stay here as a light bulb.

The soles of his feet were oiled and quickly slipped away.

And Tang Xin also had a little idea of wanting to run, but he was clasped by the man's big hand.

She took a step back slightly, widened the distance between the two of them slightly, and looked at him suspiciously with her beautiful eyes, "You have a fever, right?" ”

She said as she reached out her delicate fingers to touch his forehead, trying to see if he had a fever.

But before the little hand touched the man's forehead, it was held by a pair of large hands.

Song Qinbei's hands are warm and generous, with thin calluses on the fingertips, not rough, but with a rough feeling unique to men.

Tang Xin only felt the temperature on that hand rush down her fingertips and rush to her cheeks, burning her originally white and greasy cheeks into a brilliant red glow.

Her eyes didn't know where to go, she just looked around randomly.

"You...... Be respectful! ”

Tang Xin's heart was beating wildly: "Don't forget that I was sent by the old man to spy on you."

I pretended not to have heard anything. ”

Her surface was cold and indifferent, but her small round earlobes were as red as ripe berries.