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

Song Runian opened her mouth and wanted to continue asking.

But just as Bo's father came over, he interrupted their conversation.

Xuanyuan Qing collected her emotions, turned around and walked away with Bo's father.

Song Runian was left standing there, looking at Xuanyuan Qing's back thoughtfully.

Since the conversation just now, Song Runian has been observing Xuanyuan Qing's expression.

However, she found that although Xuanyuan Qing's attitude was arrogant, she was very calm.

No trace of lying.

Especially when she said that as long as Song Runian wished, she would do it, her eyes showed the irritability that she wanted to kill Song Runian but was helpless.

Obviously, she has already done it secretly, hasn't she?

Song Runian didn't know what went wrong.

Could it be that Aunt Qing didn't do this?

Thoughts grow in my mind, and I can't get rid of them no matter what.

Unexpectedly, Song Runian decided to discuss it with Chu Tianba after returning to Chu's house.

Walking to the door with something in mind, he didn't pay attention and bumped into the servant who was walking in.

The things in the servant's hand fell to the ground with a splash, completely broken.

At the same time, a strong fragrance hits the nostrils.

Song Runian subconsciously covered her mouth and nose, and took several steps back abruptly.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Bo," the servant apologized with a mournful face, "I didn't do it on purpose, I, I was just in a hurry to deliver Aunt Qing's custom-made perfume, are you okay?"

As he spoke, he glanced nervously at Song Runian's stomach.

Song Runian shook her head, "I'm fine."

The servant hummed, but his eyes were still very downcast, and the tears flowed out like a floodgate.

Song Runian was a little confused, "Didn't I already say I'm fine, why are you still crying?"

"I... because I broke Aunt Qing's perfume, she will definitely fire me now." The servant said.

This is not a joke.

Xuanyuan Qing has a hot temper, which is well known in the entire Xuanyuan family.

Don't say anything wrong now, it's still a wrong thing like breaking the perfume.

No one can keep a servant.

Seeing the servant crying, Song Runian said, "Okay, let me explain to Aunt Qing for you. I am indeed responsible for this matter. If I walk carefully, I won't bump into you."

After a pause, he added, "As for these perfumes, where can I buy them? I'll pay for them, and you can buy them again."

The servant's expression became even more ashamed.

"These are delivered regularly and quantitatively. I don't know where they come from, but they are not sold on the market at all."

Therefore, there is no doubt that he must die.

"That's it." Song Runian thoughtfully, looking down at the bottles on the ground, "Then you go find cleaning tools and deal with the perfume on the ground, and pick up the broken bottles."

The servant did as he was told, and hurriedly turned around to look for tools.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Runian picked up a broken bottle that was still intact from the ground, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and quickly stuffed it into her bag.

When the servant came back with the cleaning tools, he directed, "Put it back in the box, pretend it's still good, then pass by the fountain in the garden and bump into me. In order to avoid it, you fell into it with your perfume. do you know?"

Listening to the script Song Runian arranged for herself, the servant's eyes widened in astonishment.

This, doesn't this make Song Runian a scapegoat!

"Mrs. Bo, what am I capable of?" The servant shook his head like a rattle, "No, I can't do this!"

"Don't worry, I'm not helping you for free. I have my own considerations." Song Runian patted her on the shoulder, "Go and do it."