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

After eating, Qin Su also made arrangements for the people.

A bus full of cleaners, all fully equipped, holding rags and dirty buckets, ready to go.

But when they reached the gate of the old house, Song Runian still asked them to wait at the gate.

She went in first to tell Ye Rong.

That's right, it's just to inform, not to ask Ye Rong's consent.

Because even if Ye Rong refused to agree, Song Runian would use Bao Sibai's name to pressure Ye Rong and force her to agree.

The way it is now is just courtesy first and soldiers later, and I don't want to cause too much embarrassment.

But after walking into the old house, I found out that Ye Rong hadn't woken up today.

what's the situation?

She took a glass of milk and delivered it to Ye Rong's room.

Ye Rong was lying on the bed with her eyes closed tightly, as if feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Mrs. Ye, are you okay?" Song Runian stepped forward to ask, wanting to get closer to the bed.

As a result, there were still five meters away, Ye Rong suddenly opened her eyes, and reprimanded angrily, "Don't come near me!"

Song Runian had no choice but to stand still, with a helpless tone, "I just want to see if you have anything to do."

"I'm fine!" Ye Rong's tone was cold, "Speak directly, what are you doing here?"

"Qin Su started a cleaning company. It's just started, so I need to take care of the business. I contracted her to clean the Muyuan, Dihaoting and the old house. Today I will clean the old house first."

Ye Rong knew Qin Su.

How could it not be known?

After all, this is the precious daughter of the Xizhou real estate tycoon, a golden lump who is pampered to the sky.

Even if Ye Rong didn't want to sell Qin Su's face, she couldn't refute the Qin family's face.

If the Bo family wanted to grow stronger, they would definitely buy land, and to buy land, they had to cooperate with the Qin family.

The relationship between the giants is inextricably linked and closely linked.

Therefore, Ye Rong agreed, "Clean up quickly, and then leave. I still need to rest."

Song Runian responded and left.

Not long after, he brought a bowl of vegetarian soup upstairs and put it on Ye Rong's bedside table, "I asked the servant, you haven't eaten since last night, don't starve yourself to death, how many more will you have in the future?" Ten years will pass."

After clicking Ye Rong vaguely, Song Runian left.

She couldn't speak too clearly, after all, Baixian was still in the old house, and there was a risk of being discovered.

After delivering the vegetarian noodle soup, Song Runian went to arrange for the cleaners to work.

In the room, Ye Rong gritted her teeth and sat up slowly.

The quilt slipped off, revealing the blood-stained skin underneath.

These were scratched out last night, and most of them were scarred, but the particularly deep places were still oozing blood, showing faint signs of suppuration.

The pain was so overwhelming that Ye Rong couldn't even get out of bed.

She glanced at the vegetarian noodle soup on the bedside table, hesitated for a while, then picked it up tremblingly, and sent it to her mouth in big mouthfuls.

I don't know if it's because I'm very hungry or because Song Runian's cooking skills are already very good, but Ye Rong thinks this bowl of noodles is delicious.

After eating, a warm feeling radiated from the stomach to the surroundings, and the pain seemed to have eased a bit.

Ye Rong lay back on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Runian led the cleaners downstairs to clean while chatting with Qin Su.

This is a cover-up. After all, he said it was to support Qin Su, so he had to do the whole thing.

In front of the servants in the old house, Song Runian deliberately put on a straight face, "Although it's flattering, it's also paid for. You need to clean it up, you know?"