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

Holding the bag, Song Runian went downstairs slowly.

A few little guys are sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting.

Seeing Song Runian going downstairs, they all raised their heads, "Mum, are we ready to go?"

"Yeah, pack up and go!"

At this time, Mama Wu came out, still holding a large thermos box in her hand.

"Young lady, please take this over there." Wu Ma stuffed the thermos box into Song Ru-nian's hand, "I heard from the housekeeper at the old house that Mrs. Ye's appetite has been a little poor recently, so I made some pickles for her." , with rice."

Song Runian knew Mama Wu's craftsmanship.

More than just a good word.

When she was in the first trimester, she felt like throwing up when she smelled anything, and only the small pickles made by Wu Ma could be eaten with rice.

If it weren't for Mama Wu, would the little guy in my stomach grow up so healthy now?

Thinking about it, Song Runian hugged the insulated box tightly, "Okay, I'll take it over in a while, and I will definitely tell my mother-in-law that you specially prepared it, Mama Wu."

Wu Ma laughed from ear to ear, "You child, what's there to talk about, it's not a fun thing."

But Song Runian could tell that Wu Ma wanted to be thanked.

She smiled with her crimson lips, and then left with a few little guys.

Arriving at the old house by car, the five little guys rushed in immediately, not caring about waiting for Song Runian to come with them.

"You guys..." Song Runian looked at their backs and shook his head helplessly.

Forget it!

These little guys haven't come to the old house to see grandma for a long time, and they may miss them so much, it's normal to run so fast.

She just works on her own.

Thinking about it, Song Runian went to the trunk to get a lot of things, and walked in slowly.

In addition to the small pickles that Wu Ma asked to bring, there were also nutritional products prepared by Song Runian, as well as the latest jewelry of the season.

It was so full that Song Runian couldn't even lift his hands.

What's more terrible is that the line of sight is blocked by the boxes piled up in both hands, and every step must be very cautious.

But even so, Song Runian accidentally bumped into someone.

She staggered a few steps, and finally stabilized her body.

But the things in his hand were splashed all over the floor, and all the pickles were scattered.

The little pickles, which still exuded a seductive smell, were all stained with dust on the ground at this moment, making them look extraordinarily dirty.

Song Runian couldn't care less about her heartache.

Because in the next second, the woman who collided with her rushed forward angrily, and her carefully manicured crystal nails almost directly poked Song Runian's forehead.

"You don't look at your eyes when you walk. If you knock me down, I'll kill you!"

Such filthy and sharp abuse made Song Runian couldn't help but frown her delicate Liu Yemei.

"Madam, please be polite. I accidentally bumped into you just now. I can apologize to you, but you are so aggressive, it's really ugly."

Hearing this, the woman's expression was extremely exaggerated, and she pointed at the tip of her nose, "Are you teaching me how to do things? Do you know who I am!"

"No matter who you are, everyone should speak calmly to solve the problem." Song Runian was neither humble nor overbearing.

And the woman seemed to have heard the big joke, and her expression became even more exaggerated, "Be calm, you are a lowly inferior person, are you worthy?!"

Song Runian: "???"

She doesn't look like a lowly inferior person.