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

Song Runian looked at the man in front of him warily, "What do you want to do?"

"Can I borrow five yuan in cash?" Bao Sibai said softly with his thin lips slightly parted.

ha?

This dog man stopped her just to borrow five yuan?

Is the Bo family so poor?

But immediately, Song Runian realized again.

The hospital's bill payment window only accepts cash for registration, and how could a CEO like Bao Sibai have such scraps of money on him.

That's why I came to ask her to borrow five yuan to register so that I can see the disease!

Song Runian was extremely contemptuous in her heart, and took out ten yuan from her wallet, "You don't have to pay it back."

Ten yuan, half of the registration this time, and the remaining half will be used for registration next time if there is a relapse!

Do not--

Song Runian took out another 100 yuan from the bag and gave it to Bo Sibai.

I hope he will never get better, and come every day to spend five yuan to register for a dirty doctor!

"It won't take so much." Bao Sibai's thin lips were tightly drawn into a line.

Was it his illusion? The woman looked at him with gloating and disgust.

Even, when he was about to return the extra money, the woman bounced away like an electric shock.

Avoid him.

But they clearly don't know each other, where does this strong resistance and hatred come from?

Or did he misread her expression?

"Throw it away if you don't want it, don't give it to me." Song Ru Nian immediately said in disgust.

She didn't want the money that Bo Sibai had touched, what if she got dirty?

Song Runian thought about it, and immediately turned around and walked towards the infusion hall, throwing Bao Sibai a cold back.

He walked so fast that he didn't hear the urging voice from the payment window, "Sir, are you still registering your daughter? Hurry up and don't waste other people's time."

Song Runian went to the infusion hall.

The two older brothers, Ping Bao and An Bao, were sitting on the bench, quietly accompanying the younger sister who was undergoing transfusion.

"Mommy." An Bao looked at Song Runian who came back, and forced a smile, "My sister is asleep."

On the child seat for infusion, the little girl leaned against the armrest and slept soundly, but there were still crystal tears hanging on her chubby face.

Song Runian's heart shrank with pain.

She wished she could transfer all the pain to herself, so that her precious daughter could recover and be alive and kicking as usual.

After feeling distressed for a long while, I forced a smile again, "We can go home after these two bottles of liquid are hung up."

"En." Both Ping Bao and An Bao nodded.

"Mommy!" The sweet voice came from next to my ear again.

Before Song Runian could react, a pink dumpling threw herself into her arms, rubbing her head vigorously, "I finally found you, woo woo woo, Tuantuan misses you so much!"

"Mummy misses you too, you're fine, does your stomach still hurt?" Song Runian stretched out her hand, wanting to rub the belly of Fen Duanzi in her arms.

The next moment, she froze.

No, didn't Tuantuan fall asleep halfway through the infusion?

Why did it suddenly appear in my arms...

Song Runian hurriedly checked and found that the infusion recipient was still asleep, and the one in his arms was also Tuantuan.

The two little girls looked almost exactly the same, only subtle differences could be discerned from the eyebrows.

Generally speaking, it is carved out of a mold.

"Two groups?" An Bao was also surprised, "What's going on here!"

"Mommy, she's a fake," Song Tuantuan immediately pointed out, "This girl who looks like me is called Bo Xiaoyuan, and she's the daughter of a handsome uncle and a bad aunt."

Song Runian swayed.

Thin... Thin Xiaoyuan.

This child's surname is Bo?

Isn't that the daughter she was robbed back then!