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

Chapter 800: Is he playing tricks on me!



When he saw the surveillance, Pei Yu's legs went limp from fright.

My God, isn't Xing Xing's courage a little too big!

Just getting into Bian Guanyue's car, isn't it obvious that he is going to be a hostage?

Carefully looking at Bao Si Bai's face again, that face was already livid, and the whole body was exuding endless coldness.

"Young Master Bo, why don't I go to HT company to ask for someone now?" Pei Yu asked tentatively.

"No, if she hasn't found Xing Xing yet, if we go to ask for someone, it will be tantamount to scaring the snake, and it will put Xing Xing in danger." Bao Sibai pursed his lips and vetoed this approach.

Pei Yu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, "Then what should I do?"

"Follow this license plate number to follow." Bao Sibai gritted his teeth.

Pei Yu immediately went to do so.

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Bian Guanyue drove back from the funeral home and told Mrs. Sui Rong the whole thing.

Snapped!

Without warning, he slapped Bian Guanyue directly on the face.

The force was so great that Bian Guanyue turned her head to the side, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

"Trash, I let you go to embarrass Bao Sibai, but you are embarrassing me instead?" Mrs. Sui Rong was trembling with anger.

Bian Guanyue lowered her head, not daring to refute, her voice was weak, "I'm sorry Madam Sui Rong, I didn't expect Bo Sibai to trust Annie so much."

It was clear that Annie carried Ye Rong's life on his back, but he could still remain calm and trust Annie unconditionally.

Such feelings made Bian Guanyue feel confused.

Can they really drive apart Bao Sibai and Annie according to the original plan?

"If these things don't make Bao Sibai give up on Annie, then we can only use risky tactics." Mrs. Sui Rong said.

She got up and walked towards the basement.

The sound of the door opening made Song Runian, who was lying on the bed, turn over and sit up, looking at the door warily.

When she saw the person in front of her clearly, Song Runian's clear almond eyes instantly widened, "It's you!"

"Miss Annie, I've met you twice, but I haven't had time to say hello. My name is Sui Rong. Just call me Mrs. Sui Rong."

"Are you Bian Guanyue's boss?" Song Runian tilted his head, glanced at Bian Guanyue who was following Mrs. Sui Rong, and asked, frowning.

"To be precise, I am the mother of her boss." Mrs. Sui Rong corrected.

Wait, Song Ru Nian is in a mess.

It's the boss again, and it's the boss's mother.

"Then who tied me here?" Song Ru Nian asked again.

Madam Sui Rong nodded, "It's me, and it's my son."

"Who is your son?" Song Runian asked the most critical point.

She was sure that since Mrs. Sui Rong was willing to reveal her real body, she would definitely tell her who Bian Guanyue's boss was.

"You should be very clear, right? If not, I can remind you, HT Company."

A chill rushed directly to the top of the head.

Song Runian was so shocked that her whole body trembled.

She understood instantly.

Bian Guanyue's boss is Si Han!

And Mrs. Sui Rong in front of her was the former boss of HT Company. After finding Si Han's biological son, she handed over the company to Si Han.

"Actually, the story is a bit off. I didn't find Si Han just a year ago. He grew up by my side." Mrs. Sui Rong corrected, "The HT company has been owned by him since he became an adult."

As for beggars and orphans, they are all fabricated lies.

"So, Si Han has been deliberately approaching me?" Song Runian's lips and teeth trembled slightly, and they collided with each other.

Madam Sui Rong laughed, soft flowers bloomed on her perfectly maintained face.

The words she said were cold, "Stop being sentimental. When you were abroad, you were just an ordinary single mother. There's nothing to deliberately approach."

"What about after returning to Xizhou?" Song Runian grasped the clues in these words, "After returning to Xizhou, is his appearance a trick for me?!"


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