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

The subordinate nodded his head, agreed, and hung up the phone.

On this side, Bao Sibai stayed up all night.

He doesn't know where there are other hostile enemies, and with such means, they can extend their minions to the capital.

It must be found out!

This busy, busy until the next morning.

When Song Runian woke up, she found that the side of the bed was still empty, not even a wrinkle.

It means that Bao Sibai didn't go back to his room to sleep at all last night.

She couldn't help feeling worried, and found the study.

Sure enough, he saw Bao Si Bai still sitting in front of the desk, and the ashtray on the desk was already full of cigarette butts.

At this moment, Bao Si Bai still held a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers.

The entire study room was filled with smoke, and Song Runian was so coughing that he couldn't walk in at all.

It was also this movement, Bao Si Bai found her, immediately put out the cigarette butt in his hand, walked forward quickly, frowned and asked, "Why did you wake up so early, sleep more."

Song Runian took a deep breath, walked into the study holding her breath, and helped to open the window, so that the smell of smoke could escape earlier.

"You have the nerve to tell me why you secretly hid in the study and smoked so much, you don't want to die!"

In my impression, although Bo Sibai smoked, he was not addicted.

Having smoked so much now, it was obvious that he had encountered something difficult.

Song Runian's voice was extremely concerned, "What happened, Si Bai."

"It's nothing, it's just a matter of business." Bao Sibai replied, "Not long after I returned to the capital, I won the control of the Xuanyuan family, and it is inevitable that some old people will not be convinced and start to move around.

If they were just ordinary shareholders, I would have done it directly, but these are all worked hard by Patriarch Xuanyuan, so I can't touch them easily. "

Song Runian believed what he said.

The influence network in Kyoto is even larger, and the interpersonal relationships involved are more complicated.

She also has a company under her hands, and she understands this deeply.

"Then you can't smoke so much. When the time comes, your body will be exhausted. How can you reason with those people?"

In short, don't force it!

"I listen to my wife." Bao Sibai nodded, "I'm going to take a shower and have a good rest."

"Go!" Song Runian patted him on the back.

Bo Sibai got up and went to the bathroom.

When I came out again, the study room had been tidied up, there was no smell of cigarettes, only a single sandalwood was quietly burning on the desk.

If it wasn't Song Runian's handwriting, who else?

Although she doesn't help in business, she tries not to let Bao Sibai worry about these matters as much as possible.

The gloom in Bo Sibai's heart dissipated a bit.

I quickly adjusted my mood and entered the working state again.

It was only when he couldn't help but want to smoke that he found that the cigarette inside had been replaced by hawthorn rolls by Song Runian.

There was even a note attached to the cigarette pack.

——Mr. Bo, smoke less, for yourself and for us.

At the bottom position, a small smiling face was drawn.

Bao Sibai laughed dumbly, and put the hawthorn roll into his mouth.

Very sour, but sweet in heart.

It's just that the sweetness didn't last long.

Half an hour later, Bao Sibai received a call from the bodyguard.

It was a mess on the other end of the phone, very noisy.

The bodyguard almost roared so that Bao Si Bai could hear him.

"It's not good, Bo Shao, we were in the shopping mall, and the young lady was shopping with a few children, but the little train in the shopping mall didn't know what was going on, and suddenly rushed over out of control, and rolled up Xiao Yuanyuan. Under the little train!"