President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

This sudden movement startled both Song Runian and Qin Su.

Half a minute later, I remembered to drag Song Shan.

And even though his arms were restrained, Song Shan was still struggling, his eyes were scarlet, staring at the huge tarmac outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he kept saying die.

Fortunately, the accompanying medical staff arrived in time and injected Song Shan with a tranquilizer before subduing him.

Looking at Song Shan who fell into a coma in front of him, Song Ru Nian was stunned.

No, what's going on here?

Why is uncle so excited about the tarmac?

Song Runian deliberately ran to the place where Song Shan hit just now, but only saw a small helicopter parked on the empty concrete floor, and several staff members were in charge of inspection.

There seems to be no problem at all.

"Maybe it was because he had bad memories of helicopters before he went crazy, so he was excited when he saw it suddenly." The medical staff analyzed.

After being reminded like this, Song Runian remembered.

When the Song family had an accident, my aunt was going to leave with the two children by helicopter, but the helicopter crashed shortly after getting on it.

No wonder my uncle was so excited.

It must be the painful memory of that time!

"When you arrive in country M, you must put an end to everything related to helicopters, even models." Song Runian was thinking, and said seriously.

The medical staff nodded, "Don't worry, Miss Anne, we are all professionals."

Soon, it was time to board the plane.

Seeing Song Shan being pushed onto the plane, Song Runian felt very uncomfortable, and his eyes turned red.

"You've made it look like I kidnapped your uncle." Qin Su said helplessly, "Come on, have a laugh."

Song Runian squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

After watching the plane on its taxiing track and finally soaring into the sky, Song Runian turned around and prepared to go back to the hotel suite.

But as soon as he walked to the exit of the airport, a strange call came.

Song Runian hesitated for a moment, but still chose to connect.

"Is that Miss Anne? I'm Ye Rong, Bo Sibai's mother." Ye Rong said straight to the point.

"Mrs. Ye, hello." Song Runian's voice was still a little hoarse.

Ye Rong said, "Do you have time? Let's meet!"

"Now?" Song Runian resisted instinctively.

Not to mention that she doesn't know her current identity and Ye Rong, it must be nothing good for the other party to come to the door.

In the past, when she was still Song Runian, Ye Rong always disliked her, and every time they met, he would give her a bad start, which made her feel psychologically shadowed, and she especially didn't want to see Ye Rong.

Ye Rong's voice was cold and mean, "Otherwise, I see that you still need to make an appointment to register and wait in line?"

Song Runian: ...

Well, Bo Sibai's mother is really as strong and fierce as ever.

If it was her in the past, she might have been cowarded immediately, and then rushed over to meet her without stopping, lest Ye Rong would lose her temper later.

But now, Song Runian will no longer want to be with Bo Sibai, so there is no need to spoil Ye Rong.

So she said directly, "Mrs. Ye, you are right. After all, I am a designer and I am very busy with work. I need to make time to meet some unimportant people in private. If you want to see me, please make an appointment with Assistant George." !"

After saying this, Song Runian hung up the phone directly.