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

Looking through the files, Song Runian only felt that the smell of dog blood was getting stronger.

Su Sui, Ye Rong, Bao Sibai's father, what is the relationship between these three people?

But even if it is a relationship, it is just a past tense now.

After all, Su Sui had already died in the open sea.

There should be someone else who really deals with the Bo family.

Just as he was thinking about it, a beam of flashlight swept over the door, accompanied by harsh questioning from the security guard, "Who, who is in the archives room?"

Song Runian yelled inwardly, and quickly squatted down, trying to avoid the security guard's sight.

Unexpectedly, the security guard had already started to take out the keys, ready to come in and take a look.

There is only one door to the archives room, Song Runian thought that if he left the same way, he would bump into the security guards.

She gritted her teeth, so she ran to the window, flipped it out, and then hung her hand on the edge of the window, barely hanging on the outer wall.

This is the second floor. It is not high, but it is more than five meters high. If it falls, it will hurt at least ten days and a half months.

Song Runian held on, wanting to wait for the security guard to leave before going back to the file room.

Finally, the security guard left. When she was about to turn inside, her hand slipped suddenly, and she fell directly downstairs!

"Ah!" Song Runian shouted in shock.

But the expected pain did not come, and there seemed to be something solid and warm under his body.

Looking down, where is the wall, is Si Han wearing a mask!

"You...Why are you here?" Song Ru Nian was startled, and asked stammeringly.

Si Han pursed his thin lips, "I'll explain to you later, hurry up and cooperate with me!"

After saying that, she turned over and pressed Song Runian under her body, and the two of them were very close.

This sudden close contact made Song Runian extremely uncomfortable.

Just as they were about to struggle, the security guard came over with a flashlight. The dazzling white light shone on them for a while, and then quickly moved away.

Still smirking, "What did I say about the screaming at the National People's Congress at night? It turns out that the young people are doing the excitement. Tsk tsk, people nowadays really know how to play."

While talking, the security guard walked away.

Song Runian quickly pushed Si Han away, straightened his clothes, and thanked Si Han, "Thank you, Si Han, if it wasn't for you just now, I might have fallen to my death, or I might have been caught by the security guards on the spot."

Si Han squeezed out a smile, his voice was low and hoarse, "Do you still need to say thank you to me?"

"By the way, why are you here?" Song Ru Nian asked again.

In the middle of the night, could it be that Si Han also came to peek at the files?

"I was passing by, but I saw your car parked in front of the university, so I came in out of curiosity, and whoever knew it found you hanging on the outer wall." Si Han explained.

When he was talking, there was still a faint taste of wine in his mouth, as if he had just come off the dinner.

Song Runian believed it, and felt a little embarrassed, "I wanted to look at the file, but the security guard saw it."

"Whose file are you looking at?" Si Han asked.

Song Runian didn't like to gossip with others, so he said vaguely, "It's not important for someone you know, just look around casually."

After a pause, he turned his gaze back to Si Han, "Can you still walk now?"

Si Han tried to move his legs, "It doesn't seem to work, what should I do, I should trouble you to take me home."

"Why are you going home!" Song Runian immediately put on a straight face, "You should go to the hospital like this, okay?"