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

Geng Huan pushed the door open and walked in.

The young maids all followed her, but they exchanged small glances with each other. They always thought that the future young lady was a very quiet and well-behaved person, but now, this inherent impression seemed to be shaken.

Yan Rongrong coughed to ease the embarrassment.

"Sister Huan, why are you here?"

Geng Huan glanced at the screen for ordering songs, then walked to the side and turned on the light before speaking.

"Steward Qian said that you are here, afraid that you will not have fun playing alone, Madam will come over later, she is receiving guests at the moment."

"Guests? Are there any guests at home?"

Geng Huan paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Madam's best friend."

"Then I..."

Yan Rongrong originally wanted to ask herself if she should also go out to meet her. After all, she said that she would learn to integrate into Si Boheng's life, and socializing is also something that needs to be learned. "

Geng Huan said directly.

"No, Madam said, you just need to keep your mood happy now, and learn other things later."

Yan Rongrong puffed up her cheeks and muttered softly.

"Mr. Si doesn't respond to messages, why should I be happy?"

The music was played too loudly, and Geng Huan couldn't hear what she said, so she turned her head and called the maids to come forward.

The maids were holding plates in their hands, and put them on the table one by one, a beautiful maid said to Yan Rongrong.

"Miss Yan, Madam said, you can play while eating."

Yan Rongrong walked over to have a look. Popcorn, melon seeds and pistachios, grilled chicken wings, grilled squid, grilled prawns are quite rich, with the taste of KTV.

Yan Rongrong had just eaten and was not hungry yet, but when he saw the chicken wings, he still wanted to eat them, so he picked up a bunch.

She handed the microphone to Geng Huan.

"You come to a song."

Geng Huan frowned.

"I sing worse than you, I don't sing."

Yan Rongrong gnawed on the chicken wings froze, and looked up at Geng Huan with a bitter face.

"Sister Huan, do you want to be so straightforward? Can't we go quietly?"

A lively maid couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Yan Rongrong and Geng Huan looked at her at the same time.

The maid turned pale and quickly lowered her head.

"I'm sorry Miss Yan, I... I was wrong."

Yan Rongrong walked to her side and patted her on the shoulder.

"Oh, it's okay. My singing is really out of tune and broken. How are you? How about a song?"

The maid looked up at Yan Rongrong in shock. She didn't know whether Yan Rongrong was really not angry or if she wanted to punish her, so she looked anxious.

Yan Rongrong took the microphone from Geng Huan's hand and handed it to her

"It's okay, just sing, I dare to sing with a voice like mine, what are you afraid of, liven up the atmosphere."

The maid stiffened her neck, nodded slightly, and gripped the microphone tightly.

"Miss Yan, let me sing with her. She is relatively timid. I'm afraid she will be nervous."

Yan Rongrong turned her head to look over, and found that it was a maid with an oval face and big eyes. She was pretty and had a good figure.

Yan Rongrong nodded.

"Okay, let's go together."

She sat with Geng Huan, eating chicken wings seriously.

When the music started, Yan Rongrong subconsciously rubbed her ears, the sound was comparable to the song "I Will Love To Die" she sang just now.

Absolutely high decibels.

The maid glanced at Yan Rongrong in a vague way, then smiled and said to the maid beside her.

"If you can't sing the high note, just lower it, and I will sing the high note."

The maid looked sad, she couldn't even sing low notes, but she didn't dare to disobey Ms. Yan's words, so she had to bite the bullet and sing. Fortunately, Xiao Ting was with her, otherwise she would make a fool of herself.

Xiaoting was full of excitement at this time, holding the microphone and staring at the screen.

When she opened her mouth to sing the first line, she looked back at Yan Rongrong again.

But Yan Rongrong was wearing gloves, eating a chicken wing with one hand.

Disdain flashed in Xiaoting's eyes, she turned her head, and began to sing while looking at the lyrics.

Many maids around gasped in amazement.

"I didn't know it before, but it turned out that Xiaoting sang so beautifully. Her voice is really good, with such a high pitch."

"I think if she packs it up a bit, she might be able to make her debut."

They were all young girls, chattering non-stop.

A maid also asked Yan Rongrong.

"Miss Yan, do you think Xiaoting sings well?"

Yan Rongrong nodded while eating chicken wings.

"It's not bad, it sounds good."

Geng Huan glanced at them expressionlessly, then asked Yan Rongrong in a low voice.

"Are you in a bad mood?"

Yan Rongrong spat out the chicken bones with a particularly sharp mouth onto the paper towel, took another bunch, tore off one and continued to eat.

"Yes, Mr. Si is too busy and didn't reply to my message."

Geng Huan was stunned.

"You... just because the young master didn't reply to the message? Are you in a bad mood?"

Yan Rongrong's mouth was full of oil, she took out a tissue to wipe it off, and let out a breath.

"Do you think I'm very hypocritical? But I can't control myself, sister Huan, I can't control myself."

In fact, Yan Rongrong is usually not anxious because Si Boheng doesn't have time to reply to her messages, she has always been very sensible and well-behaved, and tried not to cause trouble for him.

But today she was really anxious, she wanted to know who was watching her, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sleep well, maybe she subconsciously thought that Si Boheng would protect her.

She took out her phone and looked at it, but there was still no reply. She put the phone aside, took a chicken wing and continued to eat.

Geng Huan wanted to stop her from eating, but he couldn't bear to see her appetite so good.

"Then why didn't you call the young master, probably because you didn't see the message, he can hear you when you call."

Yan Rongrong shook his head.

"Forget it. I must be busy if he didn't reply. I'll wait for him to finish."

Geng Huan lowered his head and smiled.

"Then sing and relax."

As she spoke, she glanced at Xiao Ting, who sang very selflessly over there.

The music of this song was too loud, and she felt that it would disturb the babies in Yan Rongrong's belly, but it was almost over, so she didn't speak.

After singing a song, Xiao Ting held the microphone and turned to Yan Rongrong.

"Miss Yan, I can't sing well, I'll make you laugh."

Yan Rongrong put down the chicken wings, wiped his hands clean, and said with a smile.

"If you still can't sing well, then my singing will be fatal."

Xiaoting's slightly lowered eyes flashed with pride, and she said to Yan Rongrong.

"In fact, singing requires talent. Some people are born with a bad sense of pitch and a bad range, so singing is easy to be out of tune and broken, so this kind of people are not suitable for singing. Ordinary, but if you insist on squeezing into a circle that doesn't belong to her, this kind of people will actually be nondescript and become a joke in the end. So everyone must have self-knowledge."

Yan Rongrong belatedly understood that the girl was pointing fingers and scolding Huai, but where did this malice come from?She didn't understand. She was very amiable just now, right?

Geng Huan immediately stood up from the sofa and scolded.

"what are you saying?"