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

Song Runian was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses.

She made the five little guys treat Si Han as a transparent person just now, but she did the same thing herself.

As for Wu Ma, she probably didn't want to talk to him at all!

Sure enough, Song Runian heard Wu Ma speak coldly.

"This is a meal I cooked for my young grandmother, not for you."

"She can't finish eating, so I'll help share some, is that wrong?" Si Han said confidently.

Wu Ma still refused to agree, "I will throw it away if I can't finish it, I don't need your help to eat!"

Mama Wu would rather feed these meals to the dogs than fall into Si Han's mouth!

"Mother Wu!" Seeing Si Han's sullen face, Song Runian hurriedly said, "It's okay, let's eat together!"

While talking, he tugged at the corner of Wu Ma's clothes under the table to tell her not to quarrel.

Wu Ma was furious, but she could only agree.

She turned and left, so as not to see Si Han's anger.

And Si Han asked the servant for a set of bowls and chopsticks, and began to eat.

Don't forget to remind Song Runian, "Ask the servant to prepare a copy and send it to Bian Guanyue's room."

Hearing this, Song Runian looked at him interestingly, "Are you caring about Bian Guanyue?"

"So what if it is, so what if it's not?" Si Han asked back.

Song Runian shrugged, "What can I do, just ask casually."

Then, he winked at the servant and asked her to come over to pick up vegetables.

"By the way, is there any dish that Bian Guanyue doesn't eat, or does she particularly like?" Song Runian asked.

"She..." Si Han opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

He suddenly realized that he had known Bian Guanyue for so many years, yet he didn't even know what she liked or hated.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that I can figure it out again.

Because Bian Guanyue has always been around him, and what is in front of him is what he wants to see.

Over time, it has become a habit.

As a result, Si Han can't think of anything related to Bian Guanyue's preferences.

He lowered his head and was silent for a while.

Then he said again, "You can do whatever you want, and I don't care about her, as long as I know what you like and what you hate."

"Are you sure you really understand me?" Song Runian rested her chin on one hand and blinked her slender eyelashes.

"Otherwise!" Si Han was very confident about this, "I know everything about you well."

Even, at the craziest moment, he wanted to turn himself into a pirated version of Bo Sibai, and then replace Bo Sibai, and stay by Song Runian's side.

Isn't this enough to prove that he really knows Song Runian well?

After all, he confuses the real with the fake several times, almost making Song Runian believe that he is Bo Sibai!

This shows that he has figured out what Bao Si Bai looks like in Song Runian's heart!

"But if you really know me, why don't you know that I hate you?" Song Ru Nian said softly.

Si Han: "..."

He couldn't help chuckling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Of course I know, but just knowing doesn't mean you have to do something. If you hate yours, I'll do mine. No conflict." Si Han said.

After a pause, his eyes rested leisurely on Song Runian's stomach again.

Probably because of her recent weight loss, her stomach has become more pronounced, with a small margin.

He opened his thin lips, and his tone was extremely cold, "I also hate this child in your belly, can I bear it differently?"