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

At this end, Song Runian was also preparing to leave in the old house.

She put on a wedding dress, her body was pure white, and she was so beautiful.

Si Han who was waiting downstairs saw it, but frowned slightly.

"Why, isn't it good-looking?" Song Ru Nian asked.

She was in a good mood today, because she knew that all of this would end today, so her attitude towards Si Han became kind and gentle.

If it was normal, Si Han might be flattered.

But today, he didn't respond at all.

He even tilted his head slightly, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "I don't know why, marrying you is obviously the thing I want to do most these days, but now that my dream has come true, I'm not as happy as I imagined."

"Probably you also discovered that marrying me is not so good!" Song Runian replied, "If you regret it, it's still too late, I have a ready-made bride candidate here!"

As for who this bride candidate is, Si Han knows without thinking.

Under Bian Guanyue's expectant eyes, Si Han refused.

"This is my wedding with you. Even if you regret it, you have to wait until the wedding is over." Si Han said, "Once you are married, you can get a divorce, right?"

Song Runian: "..."

OK, as long as Si Han is happy!

While talking, the wedding car arrived.

Song Runian and Si Han sat in the back row of the top-notch Maybach, while Bian Guanyue, as a bridesmaid, sat in the car behind.

Holding the bouquet in his hand, Song Runian couldn't help feeling a little emotional, "I've fantasized about getting married countless times, but I didn't expect it to be like this!"

From a young age, she began to fantasize about her wedding with Bo Sibai.

Even at that time, I was very cute. I made a wedding plan book, which was full of my plans and expectations about the wedding.

But in the end, those expectations were all aimed at Bao Sibai.

"There is no difference between me and him," Si Han replied, "He is the son of the Bo family, and so am I. We even look the same!"

"You have plastic surgery to look like him." Song Runian reminded, "You didn't look like this, did you?"

The reason why he made it the same as Bo Sibai was because he could return to inherit the Bo family's property in a logical manner.

The difference between the two is not even a star!

The conversation ended here unhappily.

Si Han suppressed the anger in his heart, turned his head to look at the receding scenery outside the car window.

I reminded myself more than once in my heart that today is a great day to get married, there is no need to quarrel with Song Runian.

But without an answer, Song Runian let out another long sigh.

"Actually, sometimes, I miss the time when you and I were abroad."

At that time, Si Han was not Madam Sui Rong's son, he was just a homeless vagabond who lived as a handyman.

Song Runian will bring him some hamburger and coke if he's okay, and if he cooks Chinese food, he will share it with him.

And Si Han would treat her to coffee with his meager salary, take the three little guys to the park, and buy bread crumbs for one yuan to feed the pigeons, which could consume a whole day.

When she came back from the company, Si Han waited at the door with the little guy, and we all had dinner together and said good night to each other.

"At that time, you were really my best friend besides George!" Song Ru Nian said seriously.

Song Runian firmly believed in this idea until Si Han exposed it.