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

When Bao Sibai returned to Mu Garden, Song Runian had already fallen asleep.

Her small body is curled up into a ball, which looks like a shrimp, and her head exposed outside the quilt is fluffy, which looks very cute.

Bao Si Bai walked over on the plush carpet without making any sound.

Naturally, Song Runian was not woken up.

He stood in front of the bed and stared at it for a long time, finally stretched out his bony hand, stroked her long crow blue hair scattered on the pillow, and gently supported the back of her head.

Very gently, he kissed her lips.

Bao Sibai's kiss was gentle and pampering, like a superficial touch, it only stayed for a short moment, then moved away.

As if nothing had happened.

In fact, Song Runian did not feel anything.

She grumbled, turned over and found a new, more comfortable position on the bed, and fell asleep lazily again.

It's like a precious cat.

Bao Sibai lay next to her, also fell into a deep sleep.

He drank two bottles of sake tonight, one for worry and one for joy.

The alcohol poured down under the two emotions seemed to have a chemical reaction, which was more intoxicating than any alcohol I usually drank.

So much so that when he woke up the next morning, Bo Si Bai's headache felt like it was going to explode.

Song Runian woke up and realized this, so she subconsciously went to make sober soup for Bo Sibai.

She trotted downstairs to the kitchen.

As she passed the corner of the stairs, out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the re-locked attic.

His footsteps suddenly stopped.

Yesterday she actually wanted to get to the bottom of it.

But Bao Sibai said that he would tell her everything after a while.

Song Runian still chose to believe in Bo Sibai after all.

He will definitely tell himself everything about Xiaoman.

Will!

Thinking of this, Song Runian felt happy again, and ran downstairs quickly.

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After Bo Sibai finished drinking the hangover soup, he was ready to go to the company.

Today, not only he went to the company, but also Song Runian.

As the designer of Yulan, the design work of the previous case has reached the final stage.

Today Song Runian is going to meet with the other company's people to make final confirmation and revisions, and when they meet next time, they will directly bid with the rival company on the same stage.

"Why am I still a little nervous?" Song Runian got into the car, holding his tablet, his palms were full of sweat.

"Don't be nervous," Bao Si Bai reached out and held her hand, his voice was deep and hoarse, with an endless sense of security, "You are the designer of Yulan, and if you display half of your usual strength, it will be enough to shock the audience. "

This flattering tone made Song Runian couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She looked at Bao Si Bai in front of her, nodded heavily, "Okay, I will definitely behave well."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself," Bao Sibai changed his tone again, "Just do what is yours, it doesn't matter if this business fails, there will be other opportunities in the future, don't take all the responsibility It's too tiring to take care of yourself."

"Okay." Song Runian felt a warm current in his heart, and couldn't help lowering his head and laughing.

Along the way, the atmosphere in the car was sunny.

Soon, Song Runian and Bao Sibai went to a small private restaurant near Bo's.

After all, it is necessary to determine the details of the design draft, so it is necessary to choose a quiet environment.

When they arrived at the entrance of the small restaurant, Bao Sibai first went to confirm his identity registration, while Song Runian stood obediently at the entrance and waited.

At this time, a child suddenly walked by, his face was covered with blood, and he raised his head towards Song Runian, "Sister, do you have a tissue, I have a nosebleed."