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

Bao Si Bai leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Song Runian's forehead.

A superficial kiss still made Song Runian blush with embarrassment.

"What are you doing?"

Bo Sibai lowered his eyes, looked at Song Runian in front of him, and said in a flat tone, "Stamp it to prove that you are mine."

"I'm not your exclusive item, and stamping won't work." Song Runian pouted and muttered.

Hearing this, Bao Si Bai looked at her in distress, "Then how will it work?"

"Of course you have to use love. You prove to me that you love me very much, and you only love me. I will naturally stay by your side." Song Runian said seriously.

Bao Si Bai looked at Song Runian thoughtfully, "Prove it, I seem to be very good at it."

For the next whole night, he tried his best to prove it to Song Runian.

The woman beneath her cried until her voice became hoarse, and finally fell asleep sobbing.

Bao Si Bai drew back, stretched out his knuckle-boned hand, brushed away the wet bangs on her cheeks, and murmured almost obsessively, "Nian Nian, I love you, everything about me belongs to you."

And he only asked Song Runian to stay by his side forever!

The voice was too soft, and Song Runian, who was asleep, didn't hear it.

Time flies, Ye Rong moved to the village in the city, it has been a week.

Before the butler left, he gave Ye Rong 2000 yuan.

Originally, the 2000 yuan was enough for Ye Rong to live for a month.

But she was used to being extravagant before, so she spent all the money in a week.

The landlord kindly introduced her to a job of washing dishes, but when Ye Rong saw that she had to wash dishes by hand, she immediately refused.

She has been pampered and pampered for decades, where has she ever done such a job?

After washing for a day, ten layers of skin must be peeled off!

Ye Rong bit her bullet and went to the city center, trying to get some money through other means.

Of course, this method is very simple and clear, that is to borrow some money from those old sisters.

Ye Rong changed into the high-end dress she wore the day she left the old house, pretended that she wasn't down yet, and successfully entered the private room on the top floor.

Then I sent a text message, waiting for those old sisters to come to drink afternoon tea.

But I waited from two o'clock until five o'clock in the afternoon, but no one came.

Instead, the waiter came in several times and asked Ye Rong when she could pay the bill.

"I didn't order anything, why did I have to pay?" Ye Rong felt incredible.

The waiter replied, "Private rooms also need to be paid."

After a pause, he raised his eyelids and looked Ye Rong up and down again, "You don't have any money, do you?"

The red eyes made Ye Rong feel insulted!

"How can I have no money, tell me, how much is it?" Ye Rong opened the wallet, and there was the last remaining 300 yuan in it.

"3000 yuan!" said the waiter.

Ye Rong's hand stopped!

Three thousand?

It's just a broken private room, how can it be so expensive!

"What's the matter, you don't really have no money, do you?" the waiter asked in surprise.

Ye Rong's face was ashen, but her eyes were a little evasive, "I received a text message from a friend, and she said that she will be here soon, you go and prepare something for me first, and follow the highest standard."

"Okay, okay." The waiter's attitude changed immediately when he heard that Ye Rong ordered something, and he turned around and walked out.

As soon as the front foot left, Ye Rong quickly stood up on the back foot and ran outside.

She didn't even dare to take the elevator, for fear of running into a waiter, so she could only push open the door of the safe passage and go downstairs from floor 66.

The hasty back looks like he fled in despair.