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

Song Runian's slender and white hands gently grabbed Bao Sibai's clothes.

Like a lively deer in the forest, those eyes shone with a faint halo. If you look carefully, you can still see a little expectation.

"You said just now that you care about me too?"

She heard right, right?

"Of course I care about you. After all, you are the designer of Yulan, and I am still waiting for you to help me win the fat of the East Asian plate. Therefore, you'd better get better soon."

When he said this, Bo Sibai's handsome face was full of seriousness and dignity.

The corner of Song Runian's mouth was still crazily raised.

Having known Bo Sibai for more than ten years, she still knows some small details of Bo Sibai.

For example, when you want to cover up, you will desperately find reasons to explain.

Just like now, he just cares about himself, but he has to find all kinds of excuses to rationalize this concern.

The unhappiness that had accumulated in my heart for several days, unexpectedly collapsed instantly after hearing these words.

"Don't worry," Song Ru-nian nodded, "Young Master Gu helped me find an expert from Smith for diagnosis and treatment, and he said that I would be completely cured in about half a month, so don't worry."

Bao Sibai's expression was a little awkward, "Who is worried about you, don't put gold on your face."

Then he put down the hair dryer, "Change into a dry pajamas before going to bed."

Looking at the back of Bao Sibai leaving, the corners of Song Runian's mouth could not help but rise.

She even collapsed on the bed, trying to roll over.

But in the end I gave up the idea.

Because the back is too painful, it is not suitable for rolling around.

That night, Song Runian slept extremely soundly.

When she got up in the morning, she rolled over and sat up. After thinking about it, she quickly changed her clothes and rushed downstairs.

In the dining room on the first floor, Bao Sibai and the four little ones were having breakfast.

"Young Mistress, you're awake, why are you dressed so formally today? It's so pretty." Mama Wu came out with milk, and praised cheerfully.

This is not flattery, but Song Runian's clothes really look good.

It's clearly the kind of goose yellow that is difficult to control, if you don't pay attention, it will make your skin very dark, but it looks extraordinarily beautiful when worn on Song Runian.

Just standing there, she is already as beautiful as a fairy coming out of a painting.

Moreover, Wu Ma felt that there was still an indescribable temperament in Song Runian today.

"Grandma Wu, this is a good time for people to feel refreshed," said Tuantuan.

Wu Ma nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, that's right."

She also patted Tuantuan's little head, "Our baby Tuantuan is really amazing and knows a lot."

"You guys are not allowed to make fun of me," Song Runian was embarrassed by the words, "I plan to go to Bo's today, collect some corporate culture, and then modify my design drawings."

It was an inspiration that popped up in her morning.

Since Bao Sibai is still counting on her to help win the East Asia plate, of course she must spare no effort to do her best!

But upon hearing this, Bao Si Bai didn't even raise his head, and directly refused, "Don't worry, we'll talk about it later."

"But after a week, aren't you going to discuss this business?" Song Ru Nian asked.

Bo Si Bai's tone was still dull, "I'm postponing."

With this tone, it seemed that what was postponed was not whether the company won the big business in the East Asian sector, but rather a small matter such as whether to go for a late-night snack.

"We'll wait until you recover from your injuries." Bo Sibai stood up after drinking the last sip of coffee, his deep black pupils finally fell on Song Runian's face, "I don't want to bring a wounded person to discuss business, it's unlucky."