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

When thinking of Qin Guan, Song Runian is one head and two big.

Who is Qin Guan?

The youngest son of the Qin family, a business prodigy, completed a double doctorate degree at the top business school abroad, and then returned to Xizhou, quickly revitalizing the declining family business.

But such a well-known figure in the Xizhou business circle is like licking a dog in front of Song Runian.

Every time I saw Song Runian, I made various confessions, vowing to be the stepdad of the three children.

Of course, Song Runian refused.

The three babies are also disgusted.

"Then what should you do? Five hundred million is not enough." Qin Su wondered.

Song Runian's beautiful face was haunted by a layer of helplessness, and after a long while, he sighed, "I'll return these first, and the rest will be dealt with after selling the design works."

"Otherwise, you'd better take these things with you." Qin Su suggested again.

When the voice fell, Song Runian had already walked out of the villa and ignored her at all.

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Song Runian came to Bo's with [-] million.

Because after yesterday's incident, all the employees of Bo's company respected Song Runian very much.

The front desk even personally escorted her to the elevator, with the word flattery written all over her face.

Song Runian didn't bother to explain, after all, they wouldn't necessarily listen.

She went straight to the top floor office.

Bo Sibai had just finished the meeting, and there was still an endless chill all over his body, and the temperature in the entire office dropped sharply.

He raised his bony hands and pulled off the tie, and stared at the little woman in front of him with his narrow eyes.

Song Runian wore a lotus-colored suspender skirt today, and put it on a kraft shawl. The tassels swayed slightly with the breeze outside the window, and the slender, white legs under the skirt were faintly visible.

Upwards, there is a slender waist, delicate collarbone, and that slap-sized face that is beautiful and not vulgar.

Bao Sibai's Adam's apple couldn't help rolling slightly, his pupils narrowed slightly, and his voice was indifferent, "What are you doing here?"

"Come and pay back the money." Song Runian immediately took out the bank card.

Originally, he wanted to send it to her, but remembering that Bao Sibai had touched her yesterday, he immediately stopped and threw it over from a long distance.

pat-

Accidentally missed the throw, and landed directly between Bao Sibai's legs.

Bo Sibai: "..."

He looked at Song Runian with a livid face, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth, "On purpose?"

Song Runian was dumbfounded.

How could she do it on purpose!

"I was careless, sorry," she quickly apologized, "There are [-] million in it, and I will return the rest to you later, at most three months, and I will definitely pay it off."

In three months, as long as she worked hard enough to make jewelry design drawings, she could earn this money.

"Pick it up." Bao Sibai said coldly.

Song Runian refused, "I've already paid you back, and it's on you, so you can take it yourself."

"Miss Annie, is this the attitude that you owe me [-] million?" Bao Sibai leaned back, his long and narrow eyes full of sarcasm, "It's hard for me to give you three months like this chip in."

Song Runian immediately cursed in his heart.

Dog man, scum, shameless.

Isn't it just [-] million owed? It's not like she won't pay it back. As for such a yelling?

Seeing that Song Runian had no intention of picking it up, Bao Sibai directly pressed the intercom number, his voice was low and hoarse, with a cold chill, "Let the people from the legal department come over and see how many years you will be in prison if you owe me [-] million."

Song Runian:!

Can't she pick it up? !