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

"Wow, pickles, where did they come from?"

Yan Rongrong's eyes lit up, she sat down and picked up the chopsticks to eat, but Si Boheng grabbed her wrist.

"Go, blow dry your hair, dry your hair before eating."

Yan Rongrong was pulled to sit on the sofa, Si Boheng took the hair dryer, stood behind her to blow dry her hair, and gave her instructions in a rambling manner.

"I'll blow dry my hair after taking a shower from now on. If it's wet, it's easy to catch a cold. If I'm here, I'll blow it for you. If I'm not, you can blow it yourself."

Yan Rongrong smiled knowingly.

"Mr. Nasi, will you not be here?"

"will not"

Yan Rongrong's smile was even sweeter, she reached out to touch Si Boheng's hand, but Si Boheng avoided her.

"Don't move around, blow dry and eat quickly, the porridge will be cold in a while."

"Oh"

Yan Rongrong sat down obediently, she felt that she seemed to be a lot more courageous recently, Mr. Zhuan Si hadn't been cold-hearted towards her for a long time, she thought, is she proud of being favored?

But it didn't take long for the little sweetness in Yan Rongrong's heart to be poured with cold water.

The kimchi was not spicy, but sweet and sour. Yan Rongrong happily ate a white radish, but the result was that it didn't taste spicy at all.

She couldn't help but glared at Si Boheng fiercely. The most annoying thing was that Si Boheng asked her what was wrong with a blank look.

Yan Rongrong ignored him, bowed his head and drank a big mouthful of porridge, while swallowing, depressed at the same time, why did the taste of kimchi change?It was a lie to promise her to eat spicy food before.

"A man's mouth, a liar."

With a smile on the corner of Si Boheng's lips, he asked her with a blank look.

"What did you say?"

Yan Rongrong turned her head and drank the porridge with a bowl.

Watching her eat, Si Boheng felt very comfortable, especially Yan Rongrong didn't vomit anymore after eating, and his appetite was not bad, he really felt that the haze in his heart was gone.

"Rongrong, the variety show is almost ready, don't you want to make money? You can make money soon."

Yan Rongrong quickly turned her head and looked at him.

"Really? How much will you give me?"

Seeing Yan Rongrong's face as a money fanatic, Si Boheng really suspected that she had given Yan Rongrong less money, or that she didn't even know how much money was in those cards?

"Mr. Si, is this price set by the producer? Or by the investor? Are you investing in this variety show?"

Si Boheng shook his head calmly.

"No, the entertainment company is optimistic about this variety show and is willing to pay for it."

Yan Rongrong calmed down.

"Oh, then do they pay the film according to the size of the celebrity and how much heat they can bring to the variety show?"

"probably."

Yan Rongrong's expression became gloomy again, she looked at Si Boheng and said helplessly.

"Then I guess I can only get a small change. I don't have many active fans now, and I don't have much fame or status. I guess it's your face to be able to go."

Si Boheng touched her bowl with his fingers, it was not cold, and then said.

"Or just push it away. You're pregnant, so it's better to rest at ease. Anyway, you won't be able to give much money."

Yan Rongrong shook his head decisively.

"No, I'll go for a fraction. I finally told them that they wanted me. How could I not go? Go, a fraction is not a lot of money. I can earn one for one, and buy milk powder for the baby."

Si Boheng was peeling an egg in his hand, upon hearing this, he looked up at Yan Rongrong.

"I said Bao'er, what kind of misunderstanding made you think that I can't even earn money to buy milk powder for my child? You need to earn it?"

Yan Rongrong looked at him blankly.

Her mind is now full of Si Boheng's "Bao'er", and she didn't hear what he said later.

Are you calling her?This title made her want to embrace Si Boheng and kiss her. Of course, she did so, put down the bowl and ran into Si Boheng's arms.

Don't look at her petite, but her legs are thin and straight, her figure is definitely expected.

She straddled Si Boheng's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and stared at him.

"What did you just call me?"

Si Boheng was caught off guard by her bold action, the dignified young master, at this moment, was being manipulated by this little girl so that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"You... don't make trouble."

Yan Rongrong directly pressed her face against him, leaned on his shoulder, and said in a low voice.

"Mr. Si, am I presumptuous today? Don't think I'm casual, okay? I can't help it. If you call again, I want to hear it."

Si Boheng's heart was pressed by her, and she could feel her warmth on his thighs, and the delicate fragrance of the girl's body filled his nostrils. Si Boheng felt that he was really on par with Liu Xiahui.

Slowly pinching Yan Rongrong's waist with his big hands, he kissed her forehead.

"You can be presumptuous in front of me, Bao'er."

When Yan Rongrong heard this Bao'er, her heart was bubbling with sweetness, but her eyes turned red uncontrollably.

No one has ever called her that before. Her parents sometimes call her Furry, and sometimes they use her first and last names. It turns out that this is what it feels like to be called Baoer, and what it feels like to be cherished by others.

She raised her head, closed her eyes and searched for Si Boheng's lips.

Poor Young Master Si originally wanted to kiss his forehead, but enough was enough, otherwise he was really afraid that he would not be able to control himself, but now Yan Rongrong was in a good mood, and he didn't notice Young Master Si's forbearance at all, so this deep kiss almost went off the rails.

Fortunately, Young Master Si still retained a sliver of reason, and when Yan Rongrong fell into his arms, he stopped in time.

Then, Yan Rongrong ate the last half bowl of porridge while sitting in Si Shao's arms, and Si Shao fed it into his mouth one by one.

The door opened, and Aunt Wen walked in, and she saw the two people sitting on the same chair in the living room at a glance.

She was stunned for a while, then immediately gave Si Boheng a thumbs up, turned around resolutely, went out again, and said to Si Boheng before leaving.

"Master, Rongrong has just turned three months, take it easy."

Yan Rongrong sat up straight and opened her mouth to explain, but Aunt Wen didn't give her a chance, and she was long gone.

She looked back at Si Boheng, feeling a little guilty.

"Aunt Wen Did you misunderstand something?"

Si Boheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

"What do you think?"

Yan Rongrong felt that she must have misunderstood, she also sighed, forget it, anyway, she is with Mr. Si now, so let's just misunderstand, since Aunt Wen would not tell others anyway.

However, as soon as Aunt Wen returned to the next room, she took out her mobile phone and called Tang Yunyan.

"Ma'am, let me tell you, I just saw..."

Geng Huan was dumbfounded, the young master and Rong Rong are in the living room...

She looked outside, the sun at noon, is this really good?

Tang Yunyan on the phone was already cursing, scolding her son for being so impatient, he didn't even look at how big Furong was, and he was still pregnant with his cub, this kid is a beast.

Then Aunt Wen heard the deep voice of the chairman.

"When that kid comes back, I will definitely take care of him."