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

Unable to guess from left to right, Song Runian had no choice but to give up.

She got up, ready to go to the bathroom.

But when he passed the elevator, he saw a familiar figure.

The back is straight, standing like a pine tree, making people unable to take their eyes off.

Song Runian suddenly became playful, approached quietly, and hugged the man from behind.

But at the moment of hugging, Song Runian sensed something was wrong.

This is not the familiar clear breath of Bao Si Bai's body, but the faint smell of pines and cypresses.

"Si Han?" Song Runian hurriedly sent him away, with a slightly embarrassed expression, "Sorry, I mistook you just now."

Si Han turned around slowly, his face, which was almost identical to Bao Sibai's, was full of helpless smiles, "This is already the second time."

After a pause, he said again, "But this time you were more decisive and rushed up to hug me."

There seemed to be a little pride in his tone.

Before Song Runian could get to the bottom of it, Si Han sighed, with a helpless expression on his face, "What should I do? Otherwise, I'll return to my old self-important appearance, so that you won't admit your mistake."

"Even if you are reorganizing, you should have the handsome appearance of the entire Korean oppa. Why do you look like a fool all the time." Song Runian laughed angrily, "You don't marry a wife?"

"Women who are greedy for appearance are not good enough for me." Si Han was categorical, "It must be like you, even if I am ugly, there is no prejudice at all."

There are several different meanings in the words.

Song Runian quickly turned her head away, "Because we are good friends, how can there be prejudice between good friends!"

Si Han fell silent.

After a while, he laughed again, "Yes, we are friends."

While talking, the elevator arrived with a ding, and the door slowly opened.

Si Han stepped forward to go in.

Only then did Song Runian remember the original question, "By the way, what are you doing in the hospital?"

"Look for a plastic surgeon, otherwise you will mistook me every time, and I will be very distressed." Si Han smiled and raised the corners of his lips.

The upward arc seems to have been carefully calculated, but it seems a bit unreal.

Song Runian didn't think too much about it, and thought it was the sequelae of Si Han's plastic surgery.

After all, Jiang Yilin used to see too much hyaluronic acid, and her face would be stiff like a noodle spread.

"Bye, I'll treat you to dinner next time." Song Runian waved his hand.

"Okay." Si Han also waved his hand.

After the elevator door closed, Song Runian thought of one thing.

In fact, she just saw Si Han's back just now, and subconsciously thought it was Bo Si Bai.

This is not the reason for the face, it is the manner and the temperament exuded.

Invisibly, Si Han almost became Bo Sibai's shadow, only from the back can be lifelike.

Is it an illusion brought about by plastic surgery, or is Si Han really imitating Bo Si Bai?

Just as he was thinking, Bian Guanyue's voice came from behind him.

"Mrs. Bo, I thought you were gone." Bian Guanyue smiled while standing in the corridor holding the infusion bottle.

Song Runian quickly recovered, and ran to help hold the infusion bottle, "No, I met an acquaintance just now, so I chatted for a while."

"That's it." Bian Guanyue nodded, "I'm a little hungry. I heard that the preserved egg porridge made by Wu Ma is delicious. Can you let her bring a copy?"

"Huh?" Song Runian hadn't come yet, "Now?"

"Yes," Bian Guanyue looked calmly, "Didn't you just say that I would tell you what I want to eat? Why, it's just to make me happy?"