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

Song Runian remembered.

She did agree to Si Han yesterday, in order to get back that album that Bao Sibai treasured.

But I didn’t say that I’m going to shoot today!

And to be honest, Song Runian was against getting in touch with Si Han.

"Don't you need to go to the company, just won the position of Bo's president, and you skipped work on the first day?" Song Runian managed to refuse.

But Si Han was very resolute, "It's not my turn to take care of Mrs. Bo for the time being. With so many obstacles, my mother will have to solve them for several days."

After a pause, he looked at Song Runian again, "Are you trying to renege on your debt?"

Song Runian: "..."

She really wanted to, but what if she admitted that Si Han went to destroy the photo album?

After all, even if the door is locked, if Si Han wants to get in, there are a hundred ways.

She didn't intend to test Si Han's limit.

Isn't it just to take pictures, let's take pictures!

Song Runian originally thought that Si Han just took him to the studio to take a few photos, but he took himself to the kindergarten first.

A dozen studio crews were already waiting.

Song Runian got out of the car and was surrounded by crowds, and began to change clothes, make up and make up.

She was dressed like a child.

Si Han also changed into the extremely childish suspender jeans.

"Okay, the two squatted down, looked at the camera, and made a V." The photographer held the camera and said loudly.

Song Runian cooperated and followed suit, just wanting to finish quickly and leave.

But after shooting kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, and finally moved to university, the costumes are constantly changing according to this timeline.

Song Runian was not stupid, and finally understood.

"You don't need to do this, it's meaningless." Song Runian reminded coldly, "No matter how many pictures you take, they are all fake."

It is a fact that Si Han did not participate in those times of hers.

No matter how you cover it up, it's all true.

Si Han was silent for a while, but the corners of Fei Bo's lips still curled up, "I want to shoot fake ones too."

"..." Song Runian looked at Si Han in surprise, not quite understanding.

Si Han seemed to have read her mind, and said softly, "It's like the moon, it's so bright, it's useless to be bright, but it still has to be bright if it's not useful."

At least, when it's on, it's a bright moon. If it's not on, nothing exists.

"Why do you have to be so persistent?" Song Runian looked at Si Han in confusion, "You obviously have a better choice, for example, Bian Guanyue."

At this time, Song Runian really wanted to push Bian Guanyue to him.

But Si Han refused without hesitation, "It can only be you."

"Why?" Song Runian asked.

"You are the first person to give me something, when I didn't pay anything." Si Han replied.

It was the coldest winter in Britain. He fled from Mrs. Sui Rong's care in a hurry, and lived on the street, covered in dirt. No one paid attention to him, and even walked around.

Only Song Runian stopped in front of him, gave him some food, and arranged a place for him to live.

Later, Song Runian also introduced him to the construction site to do odd jobs. For the dozens of dollars that he had been deducted from his wages, he argued with the foreman on the construction site with his waist up and blushing.

Song Runian didn't ask for anything in return for doing all this.

"You are different from anyone I've ever met, so it can only be you." Si Hanzhan said with a gleam of light in his black eyes, and said every word with extra seriousness.

"So, after I have paid so much, what you pay me back is to ruin my family?" Song Ru Nian sneered back.