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

Bo Sibai, who was chatting and laughing just now, turned a little dark in an instant.

Is it hereditary?

Ah--

I don't know who the real father of this stinky boy is, who is smart enough to pass on super high IQ to the child?

I don't know why, but when he thought of this, Bo Si Bai felt a little uncomfortable.

And Song Runian also noticed this.

Facing the camera, she was always nervous, and she took the initiative to pick up the microphone, "Compared with those, I think the most important thing is to be with you. An excellent parent is by your side, which is more important than anything else."

The reporter nodded, obviously agreeing with the words, "I really envy you two, they are talented and beautiful, have a good relationship, and their children are so good!"

"You're too much." Seeing that the topic was covered, Song Runian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Bao Sibai's expression softened.

Afterwards, the reporter asked a few more ways to educate children daily, and then prepared to take a photo to finish.

Originally, this photo was to be taken for Ping Bao alone.

But one of the reporters probably planned to find another way, so he asked Song Runian and his family of six to take a group photo.

"Ah?" Song Ru Nian was taken aback, "I don't need it."

"Don't be shy, just let everyone see that not only Pingbao is very good in this family, but other children are also very talented, and their parents are also very good." The reporter insisted.

Bo Xiaoyuan also raised her head and said expectantly, "Let's take a picture together, take a picture."

She hasn't had a photo with Mommy Annie and Daddy yet!

If there is such a family portrait, she will wake up laughing from her dreams!

So Bo Xiaoyuan begged repeatedly coquettishly, and Song Runian finally agreed.

Song Runian and Bao Sibai stood in the back row, with four children in front of them.

"Please get closer, both of you, it doesn't look very affectionate now," the reporter said.

Song Runian had no choice but to move a little towards Bao Sibai, but there was still a big gap between the two of them.

Looking at Bo Xiaoyuan, she was about to die of anxiety.

Her amethyst-like eyeballs rolled around, and suddenly she thought of an idea, then covered her mouth with her hands, and secretly laughed.

At the last second when the reporter called [-], Bo Xiaoyuan suddenly yelled, "Ah, there are caterpillars!"

Caterpillar? !

Song Runian was so frightened that Huarong turned pale, and immediately jumped up, and subconsciously hid in Bao Sibai's arms.

But Bao Sibai stretched out his hand to catch her, and the two of them pressed close together, their movements extremely intimate.

Even Song Runian's red lips were stuck to Bao Sibai's face.

click-

The reporter captured the beautiful picture of this moment.

It's just so perfect.

The two adults in the back row were making noise, and the four children in front were smiling slightly. The willow tree next to it had green branches and vines, and a few orioles were tilting their heads on the branches. The breeze was blowing, and the sky was blue.

This photo is simply a work of art!

The reporter could already predict that what he reported would definitely kill others in seconds.

This time it really made a lot of money.

He happily put away the camera and left quickly.

But on this side, Song Runian was still hanging stiffly on Bao Sibai's body, her palm-sized face was so pale that it was bloodless, obviously terrified of fright, so close to Bao Sibai that she felt nothing.

Bo Si Baizhan's black eyes were full of complexity.

For a moment, it reminded him of the little girl in his memory.

That little girl with slugs is also most afraid of caterpillars...