Uncle, your squeamish bag is crying and needs to be posted

Yan Rongrong read several comments in a row, many of them were, is it true?is that true?Ah ah ah, I was knocked to death, I knocked for real!

Yan Rongrong put down the phone, frowning for a while, she felt that she still needed to ask clearly, if Si Boheng really had a girlfriend, she had to ask him how he planned to arrange the baby, and whether his girlfriend could treat the baby well.

But standing on the ground, a cold chill came from the soles of her feet, and she realized that it was already past one o'clock in the morning, and Si Boheng had been busy all night, so he must have fallen asleep right now, so it's not good to disturb others.

She went back to bed again, thinking that she must ask tomorrow.

But when she woke up the next day, Si Boheng was no longer at home, but Yan Rongrong received a message from him on his cell phone.

"I'm going to the company. Someone will cook for you at noon. The breakfast is in the microwave. You take it out and eat it yourself."

Yan Rongrong grabbed a handful of messy hair, returned one, okay, thank you, then threw the phone on the bed and went into the kitchen by herself.

The kitchen utensils are all brand new, she discovered yesterday that Si Boheng's apartment should not have been set on fire.

Turn on the microwave, there are bread and fried eggs inside, and a glass of milk beside it, Yan Rongrong touched the glass, it was still warm.

Si Boheng said that someone would come to cook at noon, but Yan Rongrong wanted to tell him no, she could cook. When I was at home, my mother had a busy day and wanted to rest when I went home. It was Yan Rongrong who cooked, and she did the cooking. The taste is not bad.

But after thinking about it, she still didn't say much. Si Boheng had arranged her life, so she could just be a salted fish being fed for the time being. After all, this kind of life might only happen once in her life.

Putting the breakfast on the table, Yan Rongrong turned on the phone while eating.

There were a few more messages, father's, brother's, and Qi Yue's, but Yan Rongrong didn't reply to any of them. She clicked on Weibo, and Si Boheng's hot search was gone, so Yan Rongrong entered the search term.

But the entry from last night was missing, but after entering Chen Shiwan, the first link below was Si Boheng, and there were comments from netizens below.

"What's going on? Why is the entry missing?"

"I think it must be the president who wants to protect our sister. After all, there are so many dream girls, what should I do if I go crazy at my sister's place? The president will definitely make all the preparations before making an official announcement."

"Yes, the president has never been so close to any woman in so many years. He usually attends events, whether it is a wealthy lady or a popular actress, he always has a cold face and does not allow close contact. Only our sister can talk The president's sleeve, the president hasn't turned his back yet."

"I've seen that video before, it's really sweet, our sister becomes a petite wife in seconds!"

Yan Rongrong looked at those comments, blinked her eyes, not allowed to get close?Is there any misunderstanding among these people? Mr. Ming Mingsi is very approachable.

If he pulls his sleeves, he seems to like to lead people to walk!

She was about to reply when the doorbell rang.

Yan Rongrong looked at the time, it was [-]:[-].

When I opened the door, I found a middle-aged aunt standing at the door, a very capable person. When the aunt saw her, she was even more shocked and dropped all the vegetables in her hand. The tomatoes and carrots rolled all over the floor.

"oops!"

Yan Rongrong hurriedly bent down to help pick it up, but the aunt didn't care about it at all, but ran to the back of the door, stared at the house number for a long time, and muttered.

"It's the right door!"

Turning around and seeing Yan Rongrong picking up something, she hurried over to pick it up too.

"Oh, I'm so excited, I'm sorry!"

Yan Rongrong handed her the bag and asked.

"Auntie, who are you looking for?"

The aunt looked in and laughed at Yan Rongrong.

"I'm looking for Young Master Si, he... probably lives here."

Young Master Si, that must be Si Boheng.

Yan Rongrong nodded quickly, and let the aunt open the door.

"Yes, this is his home."

The door was closed, and the auntie put all the dishes back in the kitchen, and stomped her feet a few times in excitement, as if she had a mental breakdown.

She looked back at the fluffy and amiable smile.

"Little girl, you are... my young master..."

She didn't seem to know how to ask, and Yan Rongrong didn't know how to answer, she couldn't say that your young master asked me to have a baby at his house.

"Oops, I forgot to introduce myself first."

The aunt slapped her forehead.

"I am the cook of the old house. My surname is Wen. The young master calls me Aunt Wen. I received a call from the young master this morning asking me to cook at his apartment. I want to buy some light and balanced dishes. Make you something to eat?"

Aunt Wen smiled meaningfully.

Yan Rongrong is a little nervous, the old house is the people of the Si family, if they know of the existence of the baby, they don't know what will happen.

A wealthy family like the Si family should also have high requirements for the stomachs of the Huai family's heirs.

Yan Rongrong pursed her lips.

"My name is Yan Rongrong,"

Aunt Wen waited for a long time, and Yan Rongrong said this. Aunt Wen saw that she was nervous, so she didn't dare to ask more questions. In fact, she was even more nervous. The young master has a baby girl at home. If the old house finds out, That would be a disaster!

She smiled at Yan Rongrong.

"Okay, Rongrong, this name sounds really nice. Are you hungry? I'll cook, the young master ordered me to cook a few more dishes for you."

what?

Yan Rongrong said quickly.

"I'll do it later, I haven't finished my breakfast yet, so I'm not hungry!"

Aunt Wen smiled awkwardly when she saw the breakfast on the table.

"Then you sit down and continue eating, I... go and clean up the fish,"

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Si Boheng called.

Aunt Wen quickly picked it up.

"Master"

Si Boheng's deep voice came from the phone.

"Aunt Wen, have you seen her? Don't tell the old house about it. I also bought the apartment next to it. You can live there. Don't go back to the old house for now. "

Aunt Wen was shocked when she heard that, and she was not allowed to go back to the old house. The young master wanted her to keep it absolutely secret. This girl must not be known by the family, but the wife and the chairman did not know how happy the young master was talking about his girlfriend. Why not let them know?

Aunt Wen had a big brain. She suddenly thought, is it because the girl is too young to be an adult?The young master is afraid that the chairman and the old man will beat him up if they find out?

She watched the young master grow up, and she didn't want the young master to be beaten, so she hurriedly made a promise.

"Don't worry, young master, I will definitely not say anything."

"Well, by the way, she is very timid, so be careful with your voice."

After Si Boheng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Aunt Wen coughed twice, and whispered something in a soft voice, Yan Rongrong was in the living room, she didn't hear clearly, and asked.

"What did you just say?"

Aunt Wen blinked and smiled at Yan Rong.

"It's nothing, that is, if you want to eat anything, you must tell me."