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

Si Boheng frowned while avoiding the old man's crutches. He looked at Tang Yunyan and saw that she also had an angry face, and asked.

"Mom, what did you hear?"

Tang Yunyan opened her mouth to eat a small piece of apple that Si Qian brought to her mouth, looked at him and said.

"I didn't hear that, it was Xiaowen who said that not only did you ignore Furry's body...what, you are still on the sofa, where you can cast...cough cough,"

She pointed at Si Boheng.

"You kid just needs a beating. Do you think no one will beat you if my old lady can't do it?"

Mr. Si, who was still waving his crutches to beat Si Boheng, stopped suddenly, and glanced at Tang Yunyan, feeling that he was the one who could do it?

Si Qian hurriedly said.

"Dad, our main purpose today is to educate Ah Heng, don't get off topic."

Seeing that Mr. Si didn't say anything, Si Qian took Tang Yunyan's hand and winked at her.

Si Boheng watched his parents flirt with each other expressionlessly. This kind of thing happened almost every day when he was 30 years old. His parents were true love, and he was an accident. He was used to it.But you can't take the blame for this.

"Grandpa, you misunderstood me. I didn't do anything with Rongrong. At most, I just...kissed a few times. Then you said that my woman is lying next to me. I can't even kiss once, can I? Liu Xiahui, I am also a normal man!"

Mr. Si was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Tang Yunyan again.

Tang Yunyan frowned.

"Are you talking nonsense, kid? Xiaowen saw you on the sofa with his own eyes... That's why he called me. "

Si Qian said immediately.

"Yes, I can prove that when my daughter-in-law answered the phone, I was by her side."

Old Master Si gave the couple a dissatisfied look, finally put away his crutches, and waved to Si Boheng.

"Come on, sit here and explain."

He knew his grandson well, if Si Boheng did it, he would never deny it, besides, that Furong would be his wife sooner or later, so there was nothing to deny it, since he said he didn't do it, then there must be something hidden.

Si Boheng sat down beside Mr. Si, and explained a bit, but he just kissed and did nothing.

Tang Yunyan also knew her son, but she was aggravated by Aunt Wen's false information, so she hung her head and said nothing.

Si Qian took her hand and stood up, and said to Si Boheng and Mr. Si.

"Since everything is clear, then... you can go back in a while. Your mother is not in a good mood recently. Let's go upstairs to rest."

After speaking, he pulled Tang Yunyan away.

Tang Yunyan walked to the elevator, turned around and said something to Si Boheng.

"Go back and drive carefully, it's getting dark."

Seeing them enter the elevator, Si Boheng took a deep breath, looked at Mr. Si and said.

"Grandpa, is my mother guilty?"

Mr. Si smiled lightly.

"Hasn't she been like this for so many years, you still don't understand?"

How could Si Boheng not understand?I have been bullied by his mother since I was a child, and his father is firmly on his mother's side.But this is his own parents, he can't fight back yet.

Mr. Si probably knew that Si Boheng hadn't done anything, so he didn't ask any more questions. After all, it seemed inappropriate for a grandfather to ask about the affairs of his grandson's house.

"Okay, you should pay attention anyway. Besides, it's been more than half a month since Si Ye and the others went to experience life, right? Your uncles have come here several times. Let them stay for a few days and come back."

Si Boheng raised his eyebrows.

"Uncle, third uncle and the others have come to look for you?"

Mr. Si looked at him angrily.

"Why didn't you look for them? You left their sons in Africa. You didn't want to farm the land and experience life. That's a dangerous place. It's no wonder they don't worry about it, so they come to my place every day to complain."

Si Boheng leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and an aura was naturally generated.

"Since you're worried, why don't you come to me? Grandpa, next time they come, if you're bothered, you can ask them to come to me."

Mr. Si looked at him helplessly.

"You, although they are offshoots, it is impossible to threaten your status, but Ah Heng, there is room for everything. Our Si family is very big. Although they have no shares, it doesn't mean that they can't do anything, understand?"

Si Boheng naturally understood this, he smiled.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I have a sense of proportion. I think this practical activity is good for them. Moreover, I'm really not afraid of what they do. Only smart people can be rich for a long time."

When Si Boheng returned to the apartment from the old house, it was almost twelve o'clock.

Few lights were on in the entire building, but the lights in his house were on.

Si Boheng quickly stepped into the elevator to go upstairs, he clicked the password, and pushed the door lightly.

When Yan Rongrong heard the door open, she sat up from the sofa, rubbed her eyes and walked towards the door.

"Are you back? Have you eaten yet? I'll go and heat you up."

She was wearing a pink suspender dress with loose hair, said something sleepy, and then went straight to the kitchen.

Si Boheng stretched out his hand to grab her, and directly pulled her into his arms.

Smell it deeply on the hair, it is very fragrant.

"Bao'er, I'm sorry, I'm late. You can go to bed by yourself when I come back later, and you don't have to wait for me."

There were bloodshot eyes in Yan Rongrong's big eyes. It was obvious that he had been suffering for a long time and fell asleep on the sofa when he couldn't bear it any longer.

"I'm afraid you haven't eaten. I'll wait for you to heat up the meal. I'll let Aunt Wen and Sister Huan go back to sleep next door."

Si Boheng bent over to hug her, and said softly.

"I've eaten, you don't need to warm up my meal, sleep peacefully."

Yan Rongrong was really sleepy. She rarely slept past eleven o'clock, and today it was past twelve o'clock. She heard Si Boheng say that she had eaten, so she no longer felt sleepy. She whispered With a hum, she leaned against Si Boheng's arms and fell asleep again.

Si Boheng carried her into the bedroom, put her on the bed, covered her with the quilt, lightly pressed a kiss on her forehead, and got up to take a bath.

When he got out of the bedroom, his face turned ugly. Aunt Wen was a fucking person. At that time, she was transferred from the old house because she was good at cooking. Now it seems that she is not suitable to stay here.

The next morning, when Si Boheng got up, he was ready to tell Aunt Wen to let her go back to the old house. Rongrong won't need her here in the future, and he could bring over someone who is tight-lipped and doesn't like brainstorming.

But when he saw Aunt Wen, Yan Rongrong hurried out of the bedroom just as he was about to speak.

"Mr. Si, uncle, quick, quick look."

Si Boheng was made nervous by her repeated addressing, so he hurriedly turned his head to look at her.

"what happened?"

Yan Rongrong might have been in a hurry, so she came out barefoot again.

When Si Boheng hugged her up, Yan Rongrong was startled, but she didn't cry out. She seemed to have adapted to Mr. Si's eccentricity of liking to hug her now, and she even showed Si Boheng her mobile phone.