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

Chapter 193: Look at your face that has never seen the world



Asked by Ping Bao, Song Runian noticed how she was dressed.

She was also wearing a moon-white cotton nightdress, with two slender white legs dangling inside. As for the bottom foot, she was wearing a pair of pink bunny ear slippers.

It doesn't matter if there is no makeup on the face, and the hair is messed up, like a chicken coop.

Going to Jiang Yilin's birthday party like this would most likely be kicked out as crazy.

"Look at me, I'm so excited!" Song Runian raised his hand and patted his forehead, "Wait, I'll go to the cloakroom to change."

Anyway, she is just looking for her son Xiaoman today, as long as she dresses more formally.

"You can wear this." Ping Bao took out a very large gift box.

"En?" Song Ru Nian was taken aback for a moment, "Where did this come from?"

Ping Bao shrugged, "The high-end dress shop sent it, saying that Mr. Bo specially ordered it for you."

Hearing this, Song Runian subconsciously tightened his grip on the gift box.

Is Mr. Bo referring to Bo Sibai?

"Mum, I've opened it for you. This dress is so pretty. You'll be a hit when you wear it." With a piece of bread in his mouth, Tuantuan jumped to the door and said.

Those amethyst-like eyes blinked flickeringly, not to mention how cute they are!

Song Runian couldn't help but chuckled.

She opened the gift box and took a look, and was also terribly amazed.

This is a dark blue mermaid skirt. The handmade yarn is sewn into irregular folds, and it is dotted with countless diamonds. When walking, it is like wearing a galaxy!

It's really beautiful.

"Mum, such a beautiful dress, of course it needs to be matched with perfect makeup and hairstyle. Eat quickly, and we'll go to the beauty salon after dinner!" Tuantuan urged again.

"Ah? But I'm ready to go now." Song Runian was a little confused.

Ping Bao gave her a disgusted look, "Stupid woman, you go so early, people are busy decorating the banquet hall, you go and sit, as a free decoration?"

Song Runian: "..."

God, what kind of vicious tongue did she have!

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After breakfast, Song Runian was forced to take to the beauty salon by the three cute babies.

As soon as he stepped into the beauty salon, Tuantuan threw out his bank card proudly, "Help my mommy make the most expensive set meal, she will attend the banquet tonight!"

With money in the fore, the employees immediately put on smiles and rushed over to lead Song Runian.

"Miss, your sons and daughters are so cute, and they are so kind to you. Today you will definitely be the most beautiful woman at the banquet." The employee flattered.

Song Runian was a little embarrassed by the praise, "Just do it for me, it doesn't need to be too complicated."

"Yes, yes, miss, you are naturally beautiful, so you don't need to make too much trouble, please come here." The employee said.

As a result, the employee who was anxious to improve his performance didn't pay much attention when he turned the corner. He accidentally knocked over the tray in another employee's hand, and spilled all the essential oils and mask powder inside.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Zhang Hong, I didn't mean it." The employee quickly apologized.

The woman named Zhang Hong opened her eyes angrily, and slapped her right away, "Liu Mei, you did it on purpose, you knocked over my things when you knew I was going to embarrass Mrs. Bo, you are so cheap!"

This slap was so hard that Liu Mei staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, her cheeks became red and swollen quickly.

She covered her face with tears in her eyes, "I really didn't do it on purpose, I was anxious to take this young lady for a beauty treatment, that's why..."

"Pull it down," Zhang Hong interrupted sarcastically before she finished speaking, and after looking Song Runian up and down, her tone became even more disgusting, "Tsk, why worry about such a small customer, look at your I've never seen it like this!"


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