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

Under the blazing light, Bao Sibai's handsome face suddenly became terribly cold.

After a long while of silence, he finally made a phone call and went out.

Soon, the call was connected.

"Cousin, what's going on so late?" Gu Jiangfeng's voice was sleepy, obviously unhappy.

Bao Sibai's voice was hoarse, "Come to Muyuan, I have something to ask you."

"Now?" Gu Jiangfeng was dumbfounded, "It's already eleven o'clock in the evening."

When he drives from home to Muyuan, it must be twelve o'clock, and then he will talk about things and so on, and he will not be able to sleep again before two o'clock.

Gu Jiangfeng felt cold in his heart.

It's late at night, how can my cousin pull the mill with his donkey!

"Do you have an opinion?" Bao Si Bai's voice was terribly low.

"No, no," Gu Jiangfeng hurriedly smiled awkwardly, "Then I'll come over now."

As he said that, he was about to hang up the phone and go to get dressed.

And at this time, out of the corner of Bao Sibai's eyes, he caught sight of the woman sleeping messily on the bed.

The long silk skirt was rolled up, revealing a large piece of scenery...

"Forget it, come back early tomorrow morning." After Bao Sibai finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Gu Jiangfeng was dumbfounded on the other end of the phone.

Half a minute later, I was so angry that I threw my phone on the ground, "What's the matter, you woke me up in the middle of the night, and then asked me to go tomorrow morning, so you're playing with me?"

Even if he is a donkey pulling the mill in the middle of the night, he still has dignity, okay?

So the dignified donkey fell back to sleep again.

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In Muyuan's bedroom.

Bao Sibai looked at Song Runian whose cheeks were flushed from sleeping on the bed, and his Adam's apple tightened unconsciously.

"Nian Nian, is it really you?" He asked softly.

Song Runian was so drunk that she fell asleep a long time ago, and never heard this sentence at all.

She opened her eyes again, and it was the morning of the next day.

After the hangover, her head hurt so badly that it was about to explode, Song Runian couldn't help but groan.

When she heard the sound, Mama Wu walked in immediately, holding a bowl of hangover soup in her hand, "Young Mistress, you're awake, come on, drink this up."

"Okay." Song Runian took the bowl and swallowed obediently.

Wu Ma sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Song Runian with a smile, "Young Mistress, you really worked hard last night, even if it was for romance, you can't drink so much wine, it will hurt your health."

Hearing this, Song Runian wept bitterly in his heart.

Originally, according to the plan, she could easily get drunk with Bo Sibai, but she got the champagne mixed up and drank herself unconscious. She didn't have time to ask Bo Sibai those carefully prepared questions.

By the way, where is Bo Sibai? !

"Mother Wu, where's Young Master Bo?" Song Runian asked quickly.

After she got drunk last night, she shouldn't have said anything she shouldn't have said, right?

Wu Ma smiled again, "Young Master Bo has gone to work in the study, don't worry, he didn't run away."

Oh, it seems that this candlelight dinner is really effective, no, the two of them are getting tired of it, and after a while, they are anxious to find...

It looks like it won't be long before she can help take care of pregnant women, then confinement, and finally babysitting.

Thinking of this, Wu Ma's expression became serious again, she looked at Song Runian who was drinking sober soup, and said seriously, "Young Mistress, don't think I'm talkative, but if you really want a child, you must choose a time when you don't drink alcohol. The babies born are healthier!"