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

Si Boheng raised his eyebrows, his attention was drawn away from the computer and focused on Yan Rongrong.

"Then what does it feel like to like someone?"

Yan Rongrong was very clever, knowing that Mr. Si wanted to listen to her love words, so she moved forward.

"Probably thinking of his joy, seeing him excited, not seeing him miss, touching his trembling feeling."

Si Boheng stretched out his hand, grabbed Yan Rongrong's waist, and pulled her into him.

"Shaking now?"

Yan Rongrong's brows twitched, her lips were pursed tightly, she put her hand on his chest, and pushed him.

"Trembling, but also...suffering in a panic."

Si Boheng's expression was a little dazed, what does it feel like?

"You, bow your head"

Si Boheng lowered his head as he said, and saw Yan Rongrong's stomach pressed against the handle of the chair, his expression changed, he quickly let go, and immediately stood up.

"Are you OK?"

Seeing that he was nervous, Yan Rongrong said quickly.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, it's just squeezed, but I promise, there's no problem, don't be nervous."

She also stood up and looked down at her swollen belly. It was more than five months old, and it seemed to be a circle bigger than before. Before she went out and wore loose clothes, she couldn't tell she was pregnant.

But now this stomach can hardly be hidden.

After lunch, Yan Rongrong went for a walk for half an hour as usual, and then came back to take a nap.

Si Boheng didn't go out again today, when Yan Rongrong woke up, she smelled a particularly strong fragrance, she sniffed, put on slippers and opened the door.

Aunt Wen and Geng Huan were not there, and a slender figure was busy in the kitchen.

He was wearing a white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up to his wrists, and straight suit pants. He stood there abstinently and expensively.

But at this time, his eyes were full of tenderness, he was wearing an apron and gloves, and he was opening the oven and pulling out the baking tray from inside.

On the baking tray is a golden sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Yan Rongrong's eyes are bright, and the corners of his mouth are drooling crazily.

Seeing him put down the baking pan, he walked over quickly and hugged his narrow waist from behind.

"Mr. Si, what are you doing?"

Si Boheng was not surprised by her action at all, but turned around and said softly.

"Be careful, don't press them down."

Yan Rongrong pursed her lips and looked down. She didn't use much force, but now her stomach really affected her getting close to Mr. Si, as soon as she hugged her, her stomach would go up first.

Si Boheng put down his gloves, turned his head and smiled very warmly at his face.

"Sit back to the restaurant and try it later. It's my first time making it. I don't know how it tastes."

"You did it?"

Yan Rongrong turned sideways to look at the osmanthus cake on the baking tray, it looked white and glutinous, with golden osmanthus flowers on top, and it smelled very fragrant.

"How do you do this?"

Si Boheng picked up some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes on a plate and handed them to Yan Rongrong.

"Go and eat"

Yan Rongrong saw that his right index finger was red and the back of his hand was also swollen, so she immediately looked up at him.

Si Boheng smiled indifferently.

"It's the first time I use an oven, and I'm a little unskilled, but I should become more and more proficient in the future."

Yan Rongrong put down the plate, took his hand, put it to his mouth and blew gently.

"You need to take some medicine, otherwise what can I do if such a beautiful hand is injured? You don't need to do this kind of thing in the future. If I want to eat, I can make it myself. Have I told you? Actually, my cooking skills are very good Yes, and, in fact, I can do all the work at home, but now that I have Aunt Wen, I don't do much, but I really don't need you to do it. "

"Make it for you to eat, I like to do it."

Yan Rongrong's lips stayed by Si Boheng's hand. Hearing these words, she paused for a moment, and kissed him directly, but she was afraid that Si Boheng would hurt, so she gave him two big breaths before kissing.

The slightly cool feeling seemed to reduce the pain of touching it, at least Si Boheng really didn't feel any pain, but his heart was trembling.

The little girl's black hair was draped softly, because she lowered her head, and it fell on her shoulders. On his hands, it was soft and smooth.

Si Boheng took two deep breaths, and stroked Yan Rongrong's head.

"Go and eat, I'll clean up the kitchen."

Yan Rongrong kissed again, and looked up at Si Boheng, his brows did not frown, but his expression... was very forbearing.

"Let me clean up, you go to rest."

As she spoke, she was about to take off the apron from Si Boheng's body.

Si Boheng held her hand.

"I don't need you, you are the key protection target now, what if you bump into each other? I might really have to sit on the washboard like my dad, can you bear it?"

Yan Rongrong was successfully led astray.

"Your dad really knows how to use a washboard?"

She asked more tactfully, but Si Boheng's answer was quite straightforward.

"He often sits, and my mother has a bad temper. Every time she gets annoyed by taking medicine and ginger soup, she will lose her temper. Of course, she will only treat my father, not our family members."

Yan Rongrong smiled.

"Is this the temper of being spoiled? Your father really loves your mother."

Si Boheng looked at Yan Rongrong, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Yan Rongrong didn't snatch him in the end, and was kicked out of the kitchen with a freshly baked sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand.

Sitting at the dining table, she looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the plate, it was as beautiful as a work of art, she was reluctant to eat it, Si Boheng was exquisite in everything he did, and making cakes was no exception.

Yan Rongrong felt better than the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes displayed in the windows of pastry shops, they were more appetizing and more precious, this was made by Si Boheng himself.

Yan Rongrong remembered that she didn't buy it last time, and said that she had time to go home and make it. Unexpectedly, Si Boheng remembered it and went to learn it.

How good is this man?So good that Yan Rongrong feels a little flustered with happiness.Such a pair of slender and fair hands can sign hundreds of millions of orders, and can also go into the kitchen to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes for her.

Yan Rongrong suddenly felt that he had to work hard and become outstanding, at least to be qualified to stand by his side.

She picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, afraid that the shredded coconut on it would fall off. Mr. Si made it himself, and she would feel distressed if it fell off.

Propping it under her hand, she took a bite.

Full of sweetness and fragrance, as well as the taste of shredded coconut, it is really delicious, and it is crispy in the mouth, but not choking.

The most important thing is that this is made by Mr. Si himself. Yan Rongrong feels that it is more delicious than any food in the world, and it is so sweet to the heart.

"How is it? It shouldn't be...not difficult to eat, right?"

Si Boheng took off his apron and came over. He observed Yan Rongrong's expression, and saw that she was eating small bites, and after eating, she was still savoring it for a long time, as if she was eating something delicious.

Can't help but chuckle.

"Let's eat, there are still in the kitchen. If you like it, I will make it for you later."

There was still half a piece left in Yan Rongrong's hand, and she looked at the whole plate again, took a deep breath, and bravely put the half piece she had eaten to Si Boheng's mouth.

"You can eat it too. It's very sweet and fragrant."

Si Boheng looked at the girl's small tooth marks on the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, with tenderness in his eyes, he opened his mouth and ate it.

Seeing Yan Rongrong staring at her, he nodded slightly. In fact, he had tasted it just now, and he didn't think it was bad, so he served it to Yan Rongrong. If it was that kind of dark food, he wouldn't dare to serve it to Yan Rongrong.