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

"Okay, today's meeting ends here. I hope to see your more complete plan tomorrow morning. Mr. Du, the design department should also get off work."

Watching Si Boheng walk out of the conference room, all the high-level executives who are not too young began to beat their backs and legs. They are really tired from sitting today. From noon to now, they are all hungry. .

One by one listlessly packed up their things and prepared to go home.

Si Boheng returned to his office and looked at Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng put a document on the desk, opened the tablet, and a picture appeared on it immediately.

"Wang Chuan from the design department left later than other colleagues for several days in a row. Surveillance showed that he had been to Mr. Du's office, but he didn't know exactly what he did."

Si Boheng looked at the tablet with cold eyes.

"Investigate him. If he has contact with the Qin family, he will definitely leave traces."

Fang Cheng nodded.

"Yes, I have sent someone to investigate."

Having said that, she paused, then said.

"Madame called at eight past five to ask when you would be home."

Si Boheng turned on his dedicated phone and found that it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

"It's so late, okay, Fang Cheng, you all get off work too."

Si Boheng tidied himself up and left the company quickly.

Ah Yang followed him, and as the two of them descended layer by layer, the whole building also began to go dark layer by layer.

It was already a bit cold in October, and Si Boheng was wearing a suit jacket, so he could already feel the chill.

He looked at the street in front of him, all the buildings were pitch black, the neon lights on the street were on, and there were vehicles passing by.

"Boss, shall we go back to the old house?"

Si Boheng lowered the car window a little, lowered his head and flipped through his phone.

He saw Yan Rongrong's message, and looked at the time, it was actually noon.

"Yes, back to the old house"

Si Boheng frowned slightly, why didn't he hear the beep before, at noon, he seemed to be scolding people in the design department, the voice was a bit loud, and he didn't hear the phone ring.

Pointing at Yan Rongrong's profile picture, Rongrong should be sleeping at this time, so I didn't call her.

He seemed to be able to imagine the little girl pursing her lips because she didn't receive a reply, and he felt a little guilty. He should check his phone from time to time.

Sighing, he said to Ah Yang.

"A little faster, but also pay attention to safety."

Ah Yang responded, and the car accelerated.

His driving skills are very good, and as soon as he left the urban area and walked towards Si's house, there were fewer vehicles on the road, but the road was very wide, so he could speed up as much as he wanted.

As soon as the car drove into the old house, Si Boheng quickly got out of the car and walked in quickly.

The light in the living room was on, and Butler Qian was already waiting for him at the door.

"Master, you are back."

Si Boheng hummed lightly and asked.

"Is Fluffy asleep?"

"I was sitting in the hall just now, and my wife persuaded me to go back to my room."

Steward Qian opened his mouth to ask if he wants to eat cake?But when he turned his head, he found that his young master had already run upstairs quickly.

He smiled helplessly, it seemed that he was not needed anymore, and finally, he was able to go back to sleep, as he was too old to stay up late.

He yawned and went back to his room.

Si Boheng held the doorknob with his hand, and was just about to open the door slowly, when he suddenly paused, let go of his hand, raised his sleeve and smelled himself.

After spending so long in the meeting room with those men who smoked and drank today, he must have also smelled of smoke.

He turned around and went downstairs again, went to Yan Rongrong's previous room to take a shower, but found that there were no clothes for him, so he came out wrapped in a bath towel.

There was no one in the villa, so he went upstairs quickly, carefully opened the door of his room, and was going to go to the cloakroom to find clothes first, but found that Yan Rongrong fell asleep lying on the table.

He turned around and closed the door, walked to Yan Rongrong's side, and bent down to look at her.

The slender eyelashes are like a small fan, her eyes are closed, her breathing is light, but there is a little worry between her brows. He reached out and touched her forehead lightly, but it made her frown even tighter.

Si Boheng sighed and whispered in her ear.

"Baby, I'm back, I'm sorry."

He bent down to hug Yan Rongrong, just as he hugged Yan Rongrong, Yan Rongrong woke up.

She rubbed her eyes.

"Mr. Si, are you back?"

She kicked her legs to get out of his arms, but Si Boheng didn't let go of her.

"Don't move around, Bao, I was wrong. I saw your news late, which made you anxious. I will review it."

Mr. Si's attitude of admitting his mistakes was so good that his face froze for a moment.

She wasn't actually angry at all, but she had to come down, she couldn't sleep yet.

"Oh, let me down!"

"I don't, I want to hold you and hold you firmly."

Yan Rongrong blushed, and couldn't help laughing, she stretched her arms around his neck, raised her head and kissed him on the cheek.

"Put me down, I'll make noodles for you, by the way, what time is it?"

The two long legs kept kicking, Si Boheng was afraid of falling her, so he had no choice but to let her go.

When both feet landed on the ground, Yan Rongrong realized that Si Boheng was only wrapped in a bath towel, and his breathing stopped suddenly, and the blush that had just started to subside crawled all over his face again.

"You... you go put on your pajamas!"

Si Boheng looked down at himself, as if, why did he feel refreshed again?

He looked at Yan Rongrong helplessly.

"Whoever made my Jiabao so attractive, I can't control him anymore."

Yan Rongrong glared at him.

"Slick"

This glance fell into Si Boheng's eyes, not to mention how coquettish she was, she was even more attractive than before, but she didn't have a license, and she was too young to eat.

He felt that he was a bit miserable, and he didn't know how long he would have to endure this day. He felt that the process of proposing marriage had to be accelerated, and he had to turn Furry into a young lady as soon as possible.

Yan Rongrong took her mobile phone from the table and looked at it. It was 35:25, Si Boheng's birthday would be over in [-] minutes.

"It's too late, there's no time to cook, cake, our family will eat it for you tonight, I'll make you a bowl of longevity noodles, you go and get dressed."

After she finished speaking, she hurried downstairs without waiting for Si Boheng to speak.

Si Boheng was startled, and hurriedly said behind her.

"Be careful, you go down the stairs slowly."

"Oh"

Yan Rongrong quickly entered the kitchen, luckily they made up later that night, they had been waiting for Si Boheng to come back, who knew he would come back so late.

She started kneading, rolling out, and making soup noodles with quick movements.

Si Boheng put on his pajamas and came down, seeing that Yan Rongrong had already put the noodles into the pot, and also put two small rapeseeds for him, which were green and looked very appetizing.

"Sit down and wait obediently, Uncle Shouxing."

Si Boheng's face turned dark when he heard this uncle. He felt that he really didn't want to celebrate his birthday, and he should not do it in the future.