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

She returned to her room with the washboard in hand. Si Qian was standing in front of the mirror and putting on a tie. Seeing her coming back, he stretched out his hand to pull her over.

"My wife, help me?"

Tang Yunyan gave him a hard look, and immediately grabbed the tie, causing Si Qian to cough twice.

"Your father and son are really in the same line, they are both people who can fq anytime, anywhere, regardless of the occasion,"

Si Qian looked at his crumpled tie, and reluctantly untied it, then lowered his head to look at Tang Yunyan.

"Ah-Heng early in the morning made you angry again?"

Tang Yunyan sat down on the bed, threw the washboard on the ground, and said like a queen.

"Go to the guest room tonight."

The corner of Si Qian's mouth twitched, and he hurried to grab Tang Yunyan's hand.

"Don't, my wife, why is it me who gets angry every time that kid makes you angry? It's so unfair to me."

Tang Yunyan smiled sadly at him.

"Who made him your seed?"

Si Qian was a little speechless, but angry in his heart, why did he give birth to such a cheating son, he was kicked out of the room several times by his wife because of that brat.

He got up and called his assistant.

"This morning's meeting has been cancelled, and the itinerary is still pending. I'll talk about it when I get back to the company."

After hanging up the phone, he pulled the washboard thrown away by Tang Yunyan to his side, and sat on it facing Tang Yunyan.

He was going to work in the morning, so he was wearing a golden suit. At this time, he was wearing a suit and sitting on the washboard, which really didn't fit his image as the chairman.

But there is no way, if you want image, you have to sleep in the guest room, besides, Si Qian never needs any image in front of his wife.

He held Tang Yunyan's hand, looked at her and said.

"Honey, I promise, I will definitely teach that brat a lesson this time. Let's discuss it. I don't want to sleep in the guest room. It's already October, and the guest room is so cold!"

Tang Yunyan tried hard to pull her hand out, but this guy held on so tightly that she didn't pull it out for a long time.

"There is air conditioning, why are you cold?"

"How can the air conditioner be as warm as my wife's? And I'm also afraid that you won't be able to sleep well at night. You wouldn't be able to sleep if I wasn't here."

"You think too much."

Tang Yunyan sneered at Si Qian.

"Without you grabbing the quilt with me, I don't know how comfortable I would be sleeping."

Si Qian's eyes were a little dim.

"But you obviously couldn't sleep a few times before, don't you know how many dark circles you had at that time?"

Tang Yunyan recalled those days, as if the old man asked her if she was sick, she felt a little guilty, coughed, and refused to admit it.

She stared at Si Qian.

"Well, I'll give you a chance. You can take care of your son first. Discipline him well. I... won't punish you."

A smile immediately appeared on Si Qian's face, and he hugged Tang Yunyan.

"Okay, don't worry my wife, I will definitely teach that kid a lesson."

Si Boheng didn't sleep well last night, and he didn't get up too late in the morning. When he went downstairs around 08:30, the cleaning servants saw him holding his neck, and turned around when looking at people, but that Eyes, a little slanted.

But no one dared to ask, the housekeeper, Aunt Wen, Uncle Geng and others who could talk to the young master in this house, and other servants who dared to gossip in front of Si Boheng, probably lost their jobs, because Si Boheng Heng doesn't like people hanging around him.

Aunt Wen was making breakfast for Yan Rongrong early in the morning. She doesn't care about the big kitchen now, but she prepares Yan Rongrong's meals because the cooking is extra delicate.

Seeing Si Boheng coming down, she originally wanted to go up and ask Yan Rongrong if she was up, but seeing Si Boheng's neck was crooked and his hands were still holding his neck, she asked in surprise.

"Master, what's wrong with you..."

Si Boheng turned his neck with difficulty, and glanced at Aunt Wen.

"It's okay, my neck is uncomfortable."

Aunt Wen looked at him nervously.

"Did you have a stiff neck? Why don't you find a doctor to have a look?"

Si Boheng waved his hand.

"No, it will be fine in a while."

He knew what was going on with him, but he couldn't bear to be hugged by Rongrong, and his neck froze for too long.

"Heng, come with me."

Si Boheng was surprised that his father hadn't gone to the company at this point, and when he looked carefully, his father seemed to be in a bad mood.

He frowned slightly, and left the villa with his boss.

Si Qian walked directly towards the garden, and Si Boheng followed him. It was a cold October morning, and both father and son were wearing thin white shirts. Si Qian was stronger than Si Boheng, and Si Boheng looked thinner in a white shirt. Jingui, Si Qian is very calm and sharp.Different styles, but equally attractive.

Although Si Qian is getting old and even occasionally has gray hair at the sideburns, he is still very attractive.

In the garden in the morning, the morning mist filled the air, and the dewdrops fell on the emerald green grass leaves, as crystal clear as crystal.

After all, Si Qian was old, and he put his hands in his trouser pockets when he felt the chill in his white shirt. He turned around and looked at Si Boheng with a helpless look in his eyes.

"Heng, your daughter-in-law is pregnant with twins, which are different from other pregnant women. You have to take good care of them. If something goes wrong, what should you do?"

As soon as Si Boheng heard the opening scene, he understood why his father was so angry with him this morning, probably because his mother had taught him a lesson.

"Dad, since you haven't dared to resist under my mother's despotic power for so many years, then you should understand me even more? I have been a vegetarian for 30 years, and I finally have a wife. I can't sleep with my wife in my arms." ?”

Si Qian coughed lightly, looking serious.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Since when have I been afraid of your mother? We are concerned about our grandson. Don't let my grandson make any mistakes because of you, otherwise your mother will blow your head off with a washboard."

"Dad, that's my child. I care more about you. Who do you think I am? The first time I met Rongrong was an accident. We are not married yet, and she is still pregnant. How could I... "

Si Qian looked at his son in surprise.

"You mean, you only have one time?"

After asking, he was a little embarrassed. An old father inquiring about his son's room was not very good, but he had to complete the task assigned by his wife.

Si Boheng was also very melancholy and sighed.

"Okay, you know it all, go to work quickly, I sprained my neck today, I will rest at home for a day."

After Si Boheng finished speaking, he left, Si Qian looked at his ever-accelerating pace, and said angrily with a dark face.

"You brat, if you dare to play tricks on your old man, I have to coax my wife too, okay?"

But Si Boheng didn't turn his head back, as if he didn't hear it, and went back to the villa in a blink of an eye.

Si Qian went back to his room and reported to his wife again. He went to work without even bothering to eat breakfast.