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

Song Runian rushed upstairs in a hurry, panting from exhaustion, her lower abdomen felt faintly tight.

She supported her slightly with her hand, and quickly walked into the bedroom.

He saw Si Han standing in front of the table at a glance.

In his hand, he was still holding a photo album, which he had turned to the bottom, obviously he had read a lot.

"Don't touch his things." Song Runian stepped forward, trying to snatch the photo album away.

Si Han suddenly raised the photo album, his deep black eyes showed a bit of complexity, and his tone was low and dissatisfied, "This is all photos of you and him together."

"What?" Song Runian didn't realize it, "I don't have any photos with him."

Except for the one taken during the kindergarten interview, in Song Runian's impression, it seems that there are really no other photos.

But Sihan said that this photo album is full of photos of her and Bao Sibai.

"Show me!" Song Runian stretched out his hand towards him.

Si Han hesitated for a moment, but still handed the album to Song Runian.

The photo album with more than 100 pages was very heavy, and Song Runian had to drag it with both hands to keep it from falling to the ground.

Taking a deep breath and opening it, I was stunned by the sight in front of me.

It really is all about her cooperation with Bao Sibai, but the time span is huge.

From when she was a few years old to when she graduated from college, there were.

And many of them are cropped from group photos.

Even the two of them were not next to each other originally, it was Bao Sibai who cut out the portrait and pasted it together separately.

Every page is done with great care.

Song Runian's eyes gradually turned red, and crystal clear teardrops rolled in his eyes.

Immediately raised his hand to dry.

She can't let tears fall on it, it will spoil the picture.

And when she wanted to take a closer look, Si Han took the photo album away.

"Give it back to me!" Song Runian hurriedly said.

"He's dead, it's useless to keep this kind of photo." Si Han raised his handsome sword eyebrows, and his tone was very unhappy.

Song Runian glanced at him, "It is because of his death that the photos are so precious. This is the photo he left for me. It is something that proves his existence, so we must keep it well."

"..." Si Han stared at Song Runian.

After a while, he said softly, "I can give it to you, then you can take pictures with me tomorrow."

"Why should I take pictures with you?" Song Runian refused.

Si Han's tone was very stubborn, "If you take pictures with me, I'll return the album to you."

Song Runian agreed without further ado.

But there are strings attached.

That is, Si Han can no longer step into this room!

"Yes." Si Han agreed.

He did what he said, and really stepped forward and walked outside.

Song Runian also quickly put the photo album at the bottom of the cabinet, and after hiding it, she left the room.

She asked the servant for the key and locked the door of the room.

After work, it's almost time for dinner.

In order to please the new owner, the servants specially cooked three times more meals than usual, and used the best materials, filling the two-meter-long table to the brim.

In that way, it is almost as fast as the emperor's full banquet.

Mrs. Sui Rong was also quite satisfied.

She turned her head and asked the servant, "What's Ye Rong's favorite dish?"

The servant was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out what Madam Sui Rong was thinking, and stammered, "This is... stewed three yellow chickens with lotus paste."

Madam Sui Rong blinked her elegant and charming eyes, "Take it out and give it to beggars, this dish is inferior, only beggars like to eat it."