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

Finally, it was eight o'clock in the morning.

Today is Friday, and it is also Song Runian's last day to work at Shuangbai Company.

Even though last night was very unpleasant, Song Runian woke up early this morning, quickly cleaned up her mood, changed into a light red dress, and was ready to go to work.

Because the car hadn't finished painting, she didn't drive and chose to take a taxi to go out.

After arriving at Shuangbai Company, Song Runian quickly handed over her work in an orderly manner.

Around noon, everything was done.

Si Han took the bank card himself and came over, "Here is your labor service fee, a total of 15, please take it."

"Okay." Song Runian was not polite, and reached out to take it.

"Annie, you can't forget us even after you leave the company. Come back to see us often."

"That's right. After all, it's hard to find a beautiful designer like you. If you keep in touch with me, I'll have the capital to brag about it in the future."

"We've worked together for so long, and we've never had a drink. How about we have a drink tonight?"

Hearing the word drinking, Song Runian's mind exploded.

Her drinking capacity is really bad, and she will get drunk if she drinks a little more, and she will do things that she can't even think of when she is drunk.

For example, last time, she went to act like a baby with Bao Sibai, and even vomited all over Bao Sibai.

Wait, why did she think of that bastard Bao Sibai again?

How unlucky!

Song Runian was so irritable that she almost couldn't hold back the expression on her face, "Forget it, let's just have a meal, I really don't know how to drink."

Several colleagues looked at each other in blank dismay, all a little unhappy.

At this time, Si Han stood up, "How about this, in order to send Annie off, I'll treat you tonight. I'll treat everyone to a seafood feast. Each person will have a king crab."

You know, a king crab can cost thousands of dollars.

There are more than 20 colleagues at this level, which is more than 2 yuan.

The colleagues cheered, their faces were filled with joy, and they dispersed to work.

"I'll pay the money. What's your treat if I resign?" Song Ru Nian hurriedly said.

Si Han waved his hand, "Did you underestimate me, 2 yuan is nothing to me, besides, it can make you feel better, so it's worth spending 200 million yuan."

Song Runian: "..."

She took a deep breath and looked at Si Han, "Did you see it?"

"You never hide your feelings, everything is written on your face." Si Han said softly.

Yes, the three little guys in the family often say that she really can't pretend herself.

As long as you are not happy, you can tell by looking at the expression.

"But it's so obvious, but he can't see it." Song Ru Nian chuckled lightly, laughing at himself.

Si Han quickly grasped the meaning of dissent in these words, "Annie, it's your husband, is he treating you badly?"

The words are full of distress.

"No, he treated me very well." Song Runian immediately denied it.

Si Han frowned.

He stood in front of Song Runian, and the refreshing afternoon sun shone from behind, covering his whole body with a layer of golden light, and his already tall and straight body looked even taller and more outstanding.

"I don't mean anything else, Annie," Si Han explained, "I just want to know if you are doing well."

After a pause, he added, "And those three children, you can reject me forever, but that doesn't affect my concern for you."