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

The little boy with his head up was wearing a peaked cap. The shadow cast by the brim of the hat just blocked his eyes, so that Song Runian could only see the lower half of his bloody face.

Suddenly, her heart twitched violently.

"I have tissues, just wait." Song Runian said, quickly took out a handful of tissues from the bag and handed them to the little boy.

The little boy was very polite, and he didn't forget to say thank you after taking it.

Then turn around and leave.

Song Runian subconsciously stopped her, "Wait a minute, kid, you still have to deal with your nosebleeds, what about your adults? How about I accompany you to the bathroom to wash?"

But the little boy shook his head and refused, raised his finger and pointed not far away, "My mommy is over there."

Following the direction of the little boy's finger, Song Runian saw a blonde woman.

She didn't seem to understand Chinese, so she stood at the door of the supermarket and gesticulated with the cashier, but she couldn't express what she wanted to buy.

"I wanted to buy it for Mommy, but they were too loud to hear me," the little boy explained.

There was no other way, the little boy could only come here to find someone to ask for paper.

It turned out to be the case.

Song Runian nodded, and raised her hand to touch the cap on the little boy's head, "You're very smart."

"Of course." The little boy looked up proudly, "I'm already five years old, so I'm a little grown-up."

five years old?

Song Runian's heart trembled again.

This little boy is the same age as Xiaoman.

"Damon, come here (Damon, come here)." Just as she was speaking, the blond woman waved to the little boy.

She had an extra pack of tissues in her hand, which she was displaying happily.

Obviously after some communication, the cashier finally gave her what she wanted.

"Sister, I should go." The little boy said.

Song Runian looked at him, feeling a little bit reluctant, "Next time you see me, remember to call me auntie, I have a child, and it's as old as you."

"Good aunt, goodbye." The little boy ran away.

It wasn't until the child walked away that Song Runian looked away and walked into the private restaurant.

The place that Bao Sibai chose is very quiet. It is clearly in the city center, but it has a large bamboo forest, small bridges and flowing water on the ground, green grass and green land, everything looks very beautiful.

It's really a great place to negotiate.

But the person in charge of the other company didn't seem to think so.

After she finished reading Song Runian's design drawing, her expression became very serious in an instant.

"Designer Yulan, are you sure you want to use this design draft to win this case for Bo?" asked the person in charge.

Hearing this, Song Ru Nian was taken aback.

What's wrong with this draft?

This is obviously designed by her feeling of Bo's overall situation and company philosophy.

Even if it wasn't enough to satisfy the person in charge, it shouldn't be showing such an expression.

"I'm not very good at detours." Song Runian was very straightforward, looking at the person in charge, "If you have any questions, please tell me directly, okay?"

"This is a competition between the two companies. I can't disclose too much. Anyway, I hope that the designer of Yulan will give it a second thought on the design draft." The person in charge stood up slowly, "I should go."

Seeing this, Song Runian hurriedly chased him out.

"Wait a minute, I still don't understand." Song Runian finally caught up with the person in charge at the door, "This is not from Bo's point of view, but from my own point of view. What's wrong with my design draft?"

The person in charge gave her a complicated look, "Designer Yulan, do you know the company that competes with Bo's?"