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

After Song Runian carried Xiao Yuanyuan back to the room, and then went downstairs, she saw Bao Sibai drinking chicken soup.

Under the orange restaurant lights, the man's tall and straight figure was covered with a soft halo of light, and his gestures were full of elegance and nobility.

Even if he just drinks soup, Bo Si Bai has an inexplicable attraction that makes people unable to look away.

"Have you carried the child back to the room?" Bao Sibai's voice was hoarse and deep, his Adam's apple rolling.

Song Runian nodded, "Well, I slept soundly."

She sat down opposite Bo Sibai.

The two of them faced each other, separated by a pear wood table, so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.

"What's the matter?" Bao Si Bai saw her embarrassment and asked in a deep voice.

Song Runian nodded quickly, "Well, there is a package for you, but you are not at home during the day."

After saying that, Song Runian took the courier from the cabinet in the entrance.

Bao Sibai only took one look, and a shadow rolled in his deep black eyes, "Let's put it there."

He had absolutely no intention of opening it.

Song Runian became anxious, "You should at least open it and take a look. If you don't want to dismantle it, I can do it for you."

"Are you in a hurry?" Bao Sibai looked at her coldly, his pupils already looked suspiciously.

"I... I just saw that it was a courier from abroad, and I was worried that it might be damaged or something. You should check it out early to make sure." Song Runian explained cautiously.

Saying that, he pushed the courier box in front of Bao Sibai again.

But Bo Si Bai only felt irritable.

He knew exactly what was in it.

It is Xiaoman's death anniversary gift.

Every year on Xiaoman's death day, Zhou Cheng would send the latest clothes and toys from abroad, and then he would burn them to Xiaoman.

But I don't know why this year, Zhou Cheng's courier was a day late, so Bo Sibai couldn't bring it to the grave to burn.

That's right, Bao Sibai and Xiao Yuanyuan went out today to celebrate Xiaoman's death anniversary.

At this moment, Bo Sibai returned to Muyuan, just after the suffocation in his heart was dispelled by this bowl of chicken soup, he saw the courier again.

The scene of the fire three years ago resurfaced in front of his eyes again, making him almost out of breath.

bang-

Bao Sibai stood up directly, with an extremely cold face, and went upstairs.

Song Runian was left standing there puzzled.

No, it's just a courier, why is Bao Sibai so reluctant?

Isn't this a gift for Xiaoman? Why didn't Bao Sibai open it to have a look?

Xiao Man is his own son, but he doesn't seem to care.

Song Runian bowed her head and thought for a long time, finally mustered up the courage, and went upstairs with the courier.

The lights in the room were not turned on, only the hazy moonlight reflected on Bao Sibai.

The man who always had a serious cleanliness habit actually lay on the bed with his clothes on, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

"Young Master Bo," Song Runian stepped forward cautiously, "Did I say something wrong just now, if you don't want to open the courier today, you can open it tomorrow, then I'll put it here for you."

With that said, Song Runian put the courier on the bedside.

Suddenly, Bao Si Bai turned over and sat up, staring at the woman in front of him with extremely scarlet eyes, and asked in a cold voice, "Do you think that now that you are Mrs. Bo, you can take care of my affairs?"

"I never thought about it that way." Song Runian shook her head quickly.

"I can turn a blind eye to your affairs, and please don't interfere in my life. You are not allowed to touch all my things!"

Song Runian sent this courier to him again and again, which was equivalent to uncovering the bloody scar countless times, reminding him of Xiaoman's death!

Bao Sibai's eyes were red, and he threw the courier out of the window, and at the same time said coldly to Song Runian, "Get out!"