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

In the huge living room, two people stood facing each other, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Song Runian looked at Bao Sibai in front of him, and he had to clenched his hands with all his strength to keep his tears from falling.

Can't cry.

Bo Sibai didn't care about her in the first place, and when she cried, it was just disgusting.

Why do such a pointless thing?

"If there's nothing else, I'll wash my hands." Song Runian said, then turned and went to the bathroom.

Only Bao Sibai was left standing in place, his focused pupils were full of complexity and irritability that could not be expressed for a minute or two.

Both Bo Sibai and Song Runian did not enjoy this dinner.

After hastily finishing, they went to the study alone and the bedroom.

It looks like a quarreling couple.

Mama Wu was so worried that she couldn't help sighing while washing the dishes.

Bo Shao and young mistress always quarrel like this, the relationship between the two will definitely be affected.

But the four little ones were doing handicrafts in the living room and watching TV, but they didn't feel worried at all.

At this moment, they are like very ordinary five-year-old children, who don't understand the world of adults, but are just immersed in their own happy and happy childhood life.

But actually, they are busy!

"Sister, have you finished the painting yet?" Ping Bao stepped forward and asked.

Tuantuan shook his numb arm, "Hurry up, I'll finish painting this piece of grass."

"The grass is not important, as long as people draw it." Bo Xiaoyuan pulled the cardboard over, "Bring it here, I'll add a puppy next to it."

Several people worked hard, and then solemnly took the completed handwork to the study.

In the study, Bo Sibai was processing documents.

What usually only takes half an hour to finish, he spent a whole hour today, and he only finished less than half of it.

"Daddy, can we come in?" Bo Xiaoyuan poked her head and asked in a childish voice.

Bo Si Bai threw the signature pen on the table, "Come in."

The four little ones hurried in, and then handed the finished handwork to Bao Sibai.

"What is this?" Bao Sibai looked at this ugly kindergarten handicraft with disgust in his eyes.

"It's homework, let's make a three-dimensional picture of our family." Bo Xiaoyuan replied, "Daddy, it's our family of five."

A family of...five?

Bao Sibai was amused by the childish words, and wanted to correct Bo Xiaoyuan for neglecting one person.

But at this time, he noticed that on the three-dimensional cardboard, there was only a father character, and there was no mother.

No wonder Bo Xiaoyuan was talking about a family of five.

"Isn't your Mommy Anne included?" Bao Si Bai was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice.

"My mommy doesn't count," An Bao replied first, "Uncle said, my mommy is just a tool for you to warm your bed, and it's not a family at all."

Ye Shengtian actually said such a thing?

The shadow on Bo Sibai's handsome face became more and more serious, and he subconsciously denied it, "It's fake, don't believe it."

"Is it really fake?" Ping Bao raised his head leisurely, and looked at Bao Sibai very calmly, "If you really care about my mommy, why are you still arguing with her, she is sick and very fragile , need someone to coax."

"Yes, yes, Daddy, girls are meant to be hurt, you will lose Mummy Annie if you do this, hey, this is a plaster, you go and put it on Mummy Annie, and then you two will be reconciled! "

In Bo Sibai's hand, a plaster with residual warmth was stuffed.

The plaster exuded a stinky smell, but he didn't throw it away directly, but stared at it with downcast eyes, full of thoughts in his heart.