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

George naturally agreed.

Then he sent a message with some doubts, "Who is Xiaoman, why do I feel that this name is familiar."

Although he followed Song Ru-nian, he didn't know about Song Ru-nian's grievances five years ago, so naturally he didn't know about Xiao Man's existence.

Song Runian was not in the mood to explain at this time, so she replied, "Anyway, please help me find out."

George immediately chose to shut up, "Wait, I'm going to the cemetery now."

After exiting the SMS interface, Song Runian sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt, staring at the phone.

After staring at it for more than an hour, the phone screen finally lit up.

It's a message from George!

It was a tombstone information sheet, on which besides Xiaoman's date of birth and other information, was the cause of death.

In that line, there are four big characters of death by fire!

Song Runian felt that the whole world had collapsed.

Although she didn't witness the fire, the image of Xiaoman crying in the fire had already appeared in her mind.

She has experienced the pain of being licked by the fire, so she feels especially empathetic.

How painful that must be!

How could her Xiaoman be so miserable!

The silent tears wet Song Runian's entire face, making her almost in pain.

That night, she didn't fall asleep again.

I can't sleep, and I dare not sleep again.

I'm afraid that as soon as I close my eyes, I will dream of the dead Xiaoman, and then feel the heart-piercing pain again in the dream.

Just like this until dawn, Song Runian was already haggard to the extreme.

But thinking that today is the day when Xingxing will undergo transplant surgery, she still managed to get out of bed, and used the air cushion and lipstick in her bag to put on light makeup to make her complexion look better.

Then the door to the ward was opened.

Outside the door, Bao Sibai, whose eyes were red and bloodshot, looked at her all the way.

Compared to Song Runian, Bao Sibai was not much better, his pupils were scarlet red, and in one night, blue stubble unexpectedly appeared on his head.

Where is the domineering appearance of the richest man in Xizhou? Some people believe that he is a homeless man!

"Annie." Bao Si Bai didn't feel his haggardness at all, and came forward very concerned, "Are you hungry? I'll go downstairs and buy you breakfast, okay?"

"Okay." Song Runian's voice was hoarse, but not as indifferent as last night.

This is because she saw the record sheet of the cemetery, all of which were the registration records of Bao Sibai's visit to worship Xiaoman.

That's her and Bo Sibai's child. Bo Sibai must be in pain when the child is gone, right?

But Song Runian still didn't understand why Bao Sibai refused to tell her the truth directly.

Can't you just tell her that Xiaoman is dead?

It's better than giving her hope now and having to accept despair in the end!

Song Runian thought about it, took a deep breath, "Bo Sibai, I want to eat steamed buns."

"Okay, I'll go buy it now." Bao Si Bai nodded immediately.

When he turned to leave, Song Runian went to Xingxing's ward.

Vivienne and Smith were also in the ward. The two of them were even more nervous than the stars, pacing back and forth constantly, with eager looks in their eyes.

Seeing Song Runian coming in, Vivian hugged her arm, "Annie, this bone marrow transplant will definitely be successful, right?"

"I will." Song Runian smiled to comfort Vivienne, "Gu Jiangfeng is the best doctor in Xizhou. With him as the chief surgeon, your husband will be in charge. What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I don't have enough blood," Vivienne replied, "I was supposed to have surgery at eight o'clock, but the nurse said that the prepared blood bags were not enough and they had to be transferred from other hospitals. What if you said that the blood bags were still not enough? manage?"

"Why do you want to look far away?" Song Runian was puzzled, "Aren't my blood types the same as Xing Xing's, why don't you smoke mine?"