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

The assistant said nothing more.

Anyway, they are all entertainers who don't need money, so there is no loss if they are invited to attend the banquet.

The announcement of the invitation letter by Xuanyuan Company at this time can just prove to everyone in Kyoto that they are not under any influence from Mrs. Sui Rong, and they can eat and play indifferently.

In less than an hour, the draft invitation letter was published online.

In an instant, there was a storm, and it directly rushed to the Weibo hot search list.

Xiong Qiaofu clutched her mobile phone, her eyes full of anticipation, "I must take photos with them that day, sign my name, and make a collection book."

"I'll find a photographer to take a group photo of you, and I promise to take a good photo of you." Song Runian said.

Just as she was about to say that Qin Su could be in charge of makeup, she realized that Qin Su was not in the room.

Strange, where did this person go?

The servant stepped forward and replied, "Miss Qin is going to the children's room next door. She likes the young master very much!"

Song Runian then went to the children's room next door.

Sure enough, she saw Qin Su playing with the baby in her arms.

Probably because she had never hugged a child before, Qin Su's hands seemed a little stiff and cautious, as if she was holding a piece of beautiful jade.

From time to time, he chatted with the confinement wife next to him, "Don't you say that boys are more like mothers? Why do I think he looks more like Young Master Chu?"

Yuesao laughed, "When children are young, they are more like people of the same gender as themselves. When they grow up, they will change their facial features. At that time, boys will look like mothers and girls will look like fathers."

It turned out to be the case.

Qin Su nodded, "In this way, if I have a son, I will be like Gu Jiangfeng when I was a child, and I will be like me when I grow up?"

"Yes," Yuesao replied, "but Miss Qin, you and your husband are both good-looking, no matter who the child looks like, he must be a beautiful child."

Qin Su nodded unequivocally, "That's true, especially me, who looks pretty."

"You still have to be shameless, no one would praise yourself like that." Song Runian walked in speechless.

Qin Su raised her neck and argued, "Isn't it? I'm just good-looking. Otherwise, how could Gu Jiangfeng love me to death?"

"...All right, all right, you look good." Song Runian was overwhelmed by this thick skin.

The confinement wife praised, "Miss Qin has a good figure and a pretty face. How many people outside praise Gu Shao for being blessed."

After being affirmed, Qin Su's tail almost went up to the sky, "Did you hear that, my beauty is recognized!"

After a pause, she looked at the confinement wife again, with a complicated expression, "However, why does her butt feel wet to the touch, did she spit up milk?"

"Spitting up milk is from the mouth, and the ass is wet, probably... Ouch, Miss Qin, give me the baby quickly, it's peeing!" The confinement sister realized that she quickly took the baby.

But it was too late.

Qin Su's hands and clothes were all wet.

All are masterpieces of the little ones.

Song Runian couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing, "Come with me, I'll take you to change clothes."

After all, the Chu family is her natal family, and they prepared a room for Song Runian. In addition, the Chu family dotes on Song Runian, so the cloakroom is full of seasonal new styles.

Qin Su picked out a dress at random, and changed it slowly.

"Scared you, children are like this, they still can't control their behavior, so they often get on people." Song Runian explained.

Qin Su looked at herself in the mirror, patted the folds on the clothes, and said softly, "I'm not scared, I think it's quite interesting."