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

Just when Zhang Rui was about to prepare for a new variety show, Yan Rongrong, who was staying at home, was tortured by morning sickness and couldn't come out.

Si Boheng only went to the company for half a day every day, and put off all the non-urgent things until the afternoon, working at home.

Aunt Wen prepared delicious food for Yan Rongrong in different ways, but Yan Rongrong only ate a few mouthfuls at most, and would vomit after eating.

Seeing her face getting paler day by day, the Si family was in a hurry, Tang Yunyan also moved here from the old house, and the old man called every day.

Every time Mr. Si called, Yan Rongrong always propped himself up and talked to him with a smile, then hung up the phone and lay down on the bed.

If her body could not absorb the nutrients, she would have no strength in her body, and she would become haggard just looking at people.

"If it doesn't work, just infuse the nutrient solution."

Si Boheng frowned, lying down on the sofa with his head resting on his lap, his eyes closed as if he was asleep.

Sitting opposite them, Tang Yunyan also had a worried face.

"How could it be so serious? Nothing happened in the first two months. I thought she could get pregnant easily. I didn't expect all the sins to pile up until the third month."

Aunt Wen stood beside her, holding a bowl of fruit porridge in her hand, and asked in a low voice while holding a spoon.

"Rongrong, take two more bites? I have ground this fruit into puree."

Yan Rongrong opened her eyes and tried to sit up with her arms propped up.

Si Boheng directly raised his hand to help her up, letting her lean on him.

He touched his fluffy little face and felt that a slap could cover it all, which made him lose too much weight.

"Rongrong, if you really can't eat, then let's infuse nutrient solution for a few days and let Dr. Chen come over."

Yan Rongrong held his hand and looked at the porridge in Aunt Wen's hand.

"I'll have a drink."

Aunt Wen squatted down with the spoon and was about to feed her, but Yan Rongrong reached out to get it by herself, and pulled Aunt Wen with the other hand.

"I eat it myself."

Si Boheng took the bowl one step ahead of her. He let Yan Rongrong lean against him, while he stirred the bowl of porridge and tasted it.

"It's not hot, come on, eat slowly."

Tang Yunyan quickly picked up an orange from the table, and just held it in front of Yan Rongrong. If she saw Yan Rongrong retching and about to vomit, she was ready to quickly put the orange in her mouth.

Sweet and sour things can make Yan Rongrong more comfortable now. These days, Tang Yunyan goes out to buy oranges every day, and always keeps them at home.

Yan Rongrong looked at Si Boheng, his clear face was full of seriousness and gentleness, his fingers holding the spoon were slender and beautiful, he was originally a unrestrained and decisive heir to the consortium, but now, he was carefully feeding her Eating food, such friendship, such cherishing, warmed Yan Rongrong's heart.

If all the suffering had been to meet him, she thought it was worth it.

She just kept looking at Si Boheng, and when the spoon was brought to her mouth, she opened her mouth.

One bite, one bite, she kept eating, looking at Si Boheng with trust and obsession in her eyes, Mr. Si is very good.

Tang Yunyan's hands were sore, seeing Yan Rongrong almost finished the bowl of porridge, her arm collapsed, and she put the piece of orange into her mouth.

It was sweet in her mouth, she smiled contentedly, and wanted to talk, but Aunt Wen quickly raised her index finger at her to silence her.

Tang Yunyan quickly pursed her lips, swallowed back what she wanted to say, and quietly leaned back on the sofa.

In fact, Si Boheng was also very nervous about feeding. Every time he saw Yan Rongrong take a mouthful of porridge, he felt happy, especially when he saw that she didn't vomit, he was even more quietly relieved.

He could feel Yan Rongrong's eyes looking at him, focused and obsessed, and he felt very refreshed, finally seeing such a look in her eyes.

So when Yan Rongrong blinked a little, he quickly glanced at her, with provocative and domineering eyes, Yan Rongrong seemed to like this very much, and he really didn't even want to blink immediately.

Tang Yunyan watched the two of them feeding the porridge, eyeing each other, silently moved to the side, and patted the seat next to Aunt Wen, motioning for her to come and sit down too.

But Aunt Wen glanced at Si Boheng and Yan Rongrong with a smile, then turned and went into the kitchen.

Yan Rongrong didn't vomit until the bowl of porridge was finished, Si Boheng put the spoon into the bowl, suddenly lowered his head, and kissed Yan Rongrong's lips.

"It's so good, it's over."

Yan Rongrong was taken aback, and looked over quickly, only to find that the bowl was empty. She touched her lips, then bent her eyes and smiled at Si Boheng.

"Mr. Si, I didn't vomit."

Si Boheng smiled and nodded.

"Yes, you are awesome."

Tang Yunyan said quietly from the side.

"Yeah, you just stared at A-Heng and didn't care about feeling uncomfortable. It seems that A-Heng still has some effect. From now on, I will leave the fluffy rice to you, and you will be responsible for feeding her."

Yan Rongrong hurriedly waved her hands.

"No, I can eat it myself, I...vomit..."

As soon as Si Boheng picked her up and ran to the bathroom, Tang Yunyan also stood up, muttering annoyedly.

"Shouldn't I say that? I just ate something."

But when they reached the bathroom door, Yan Rongrong grabbed the door frame and said to Si Boheng.

"I don't vomit anymore, I can hold it back."

Si Boheng heaved a sigh of relief, and carried her back to the sofa.

As soon as he sat down, his cell phone rang. Seeing that it was Yuan Yi, he answered the call directly.

Yan Rongrong was very close to him, when Yuan Yi's voice came over, Yan Rongrong heard it clearly.

"Heng, let's get together today, brothers. It's been a long time since we played together. I've already contacted Ming Chen and Lao Yan, and I'm missing you."

Si Boheng replied his two words indifferently.

"No time"

Yuan Yi asked in surprise.

"No time? What are you doing? You don't have to work overtime at night, do you? Could it be that the one at home...is taking care of you now?"

His voice was very drawn out, as if he was deliberately teasing Si Boheng.

Yan Rongrong was beside Si Boheng, and after hearing his words, she pursed her lips and said in a low voice.

"I don't have"

Si Boheng stretched out his hand to touch her head, said with a smile.

"Yes, I'm different from you single dogs. I have a big baby and a little baby at home. How can I go out and fool around with you?"

Yuan Yi burst out laughing on the other end of the phone, the laughter almost passed away.

He also speaks very loudly.

"As soon as you mentioned your big baby, I remembered that she was wearing black silk and scratching her head at you..."

Yan Rongrong covered her face, knowing that this issue would not be over for a while, but she brought it up at this time.

Tang Yunyan, on the other hand, immediately changed from her warning eyes to Si Boheng to curiosity and gossip. Her eyes swept over Si Boheng and Yan Rongrong, and then stared at the phone again.

Si Boheng coughed, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times.