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

Yan Rongrong had no doubts about what Si Boheng said, she really thought that Tang Yunyan was not feeling well.

"Mom has diarrhea? How is it now? Did you call the doctor? I... I'll go too?"

There was obvious anxiety in her tone, Tang Yunyan was very relieved, seeing that Yan Rongrong cared so much about her, she decided not to bother with Si Boheng.

She stepped forward to speak, but was pulled by Si Qian, she couldn't break free, a little annoyed.

Si Qian whispered in her ear.

"Shut up"

And raised his head towards the eldest son.

Tang Yunyan looked over quietly, and saw that the eldest son was listening to Yan Rongrong with a serious and pious face.

Tang Yunyan's heart that was about to move immediately calmed down. She is also a mother and can understand the excitement of the eldest son when he heard his daughter's voice.

Thinking of the reasons that caused the separation of their father and daughter and the Si family, she didn't dare to disturb her.

The eldest son should have a good talk with Rongrong, but at this moment, he can't even say a few more words to his daughter, he can only hold his breath and listen to Rongrong's voice quietly.

"No, mom is fine, you don't need to come over."

While Si Boheng said, he turned his head to look at the eldest son, and saw that the eldest son's eyes were shining brightly, and he looked very excited.

Then he casually chatted with Yan Rongrong.

"Furry, are you sleepy now? Are you hungry? The baby isn't bothering you, is it?"

Yan Rongrong lowered her head and patted her stomach, and tilted her phone slightly to show Si Boheng.

"They made a fuss. I didn't know who kicked me when I woke up just now."

The tone of this complaint is completely like a little girl.

Si Boheng and Tang Yunyan couldn't help laughing, but the eldest son's eyes were a little red.

Although he became a father, his daughter left them when he was one year old. He had never felt the family joy of his daughter acting like a baby by his side.

At this moment, hearing Yan Rongrong's soft and waxy voice, my heart trembled.

He clenched his hands tightly, and couldn't help but leaned forward to look at Si Boheng's phone, as if he could see the pretty girl on the screen.

"Did you use too much force? Did the kick hurt you? Write it all down, and we'll hit them again when they come out."

Yan Rongrong gently stroked her belly, and gave Si Boheng a sideways look.

"I can't bear to beat them. I'm fine. It doesn't hurt. Is mom sleeping now? Why does she have diarrhea? Did she eat seafood?"

The corners of Tang Yunyan's mouth twitched while listening, and the look in Si Boheng's eyes became more and more angry.

Si Boheng was very calm, completely ignoring his mother's gaze, but talking to Yan Rongrong in a gentle voice.

"Maybe it's a bad stomach."

"If you can't, take mom to the hospital. She's getting old, and diarrhea can't be taken lightly. You should ask the doctor carefully. If you want to find out the reason, I'll go back to the old house to see her tomorrow."

Tang Yunyan felt that the eldest son was looking at her, and subconsciously grabbed Si Qian's arm, and quietly hid behind Si Qian.

The eldest son's eyes are not very friendly, he seems to be, a little envious?

She wasn't sure, but since Si Qian stood in front, she felt much safer.

"Rongrong, you don't need to come here, it's really nothing, I'll be back in a while."

Yan Rongrong was actually a little depressed when she thought that Si Boheng didn't call her when she returned to the old house. Tang Yunyan was sick, so he should take her with her when she went back, but she also felt sorry for him running back and forth at night.

"It's too late, you can sleep in the old house, don't run back and forth."

The two chatted casually, and later Tang Yunyan and Si Qian didn't want to hear those words anymore, they sat down lightly, Tang Yunyan was a little sleepy, and fell asleep leaning on Si Qian's shoulder.

Afraid that she would catch a cold, Si Qian got up and found a blanket, wrapped her up, and put her in his arms again.

Tang Yunyan rubbed against him lightly and closed her eyes.

Mr. Si couldn't bear it, it was late at night, but the eldest son was here, so he had to be with him.

All Li Yuzhou's attention was on Si Boheng's mobile phone, and he didn't pay attention to what the Si family was doing.

Hearing that Yan Rongrong cared about Tang Yunyan and Si Boheng, he felt a little sour, but also a little relieved that his child grew up very well, filial, and kind.

"Are you sleepy? Go on sleeping if you're sleepy."

Si Boheng was talking to Yan Rongrong, and felt that it took Yan Rongrong a long time to reply to him, thinking that she was dozing off because of sleepiness, and was not willing to let his wife stay up, so he prepared to hang up.

But I heard what Yan Rongrong said.

"I just logged into my account, and Her Royal Highness posted a post, it seems..."

Her voice was a little low, and Si Boheng couldn't hear it clearly.

"What? What did she post?"

Yan Rongrong looked at the text on that post, her expression was not very good.

"The pheasant can fly suddenly, but it's a pity that its wings are too short. Look, how miserable it is when it falls."

Accompanied below is a picture of pheasant grilled golden and crispy.

Yan Rongrong hesitated for a moment, then clicked on the comment section.

The first comment is.

"His Royal Highness is too brave, give it a thumbs up."

"Rongrong is a princess, what are you afraid of? Even the young master should be respectful when he sees the princess, right?"

The comments below are almost the same, a bunch of ridicule.

Yan Rongrong continued to scroll down quickly with her fingers, and after scrolling for a while, she finally saw a different voice.

"I suggest that if Her Royal Highness has time, you should improve your cultural level, or spend money to hire a few staff who specialize in copywriting. I know that you used to be at the bottom and didn't learn much culture. At best, you are just a broiler raised on feed. Pheasant is not a heavyweight, so I sincerely suggest that you should check the book before posting."

"That's right, if you are uneducated and still learn metaphors from others, who is the metaphor for?"

Si Boheng saw that Yan Rongrong fell silent again, so he also logged into his account and took a look.

The mobile phone hid the video screen, so he couldn't see anyone, and the eldest son also took two steps forward, Si Boheng hurriedly turned off the sound as well.

The eldest son saw the post made by Xu Rong at a glance.

His face darkened, and he said angrily.

"Fuck"

There was also a coldness in Si Boheng's eyes.

"It seems that she adapts to the role very quickly."

Li Yuzhou narrowed his eyes and stood up straight.

"I'll take care of it, as long as you take care of Fluffy."

Si Boheng said.

"It's inappropriate for you to handle this matter. You have no position now. Moreover, let her continue to make a high profile now. I will comfort you."

Li Yuzhou also understood that he had to get close to Xu Rong at this time, and the more high-profile Xu Rong was, the better, then everyone's attention would be on her, and no one would pay attention to Yan Rongrong.

Yan Rongrong is safe, so they can act freely.

Li Yuzhou nodded slightly and sighed.

"It's just to wrong the child."

Si Boheng said.

"It's okay, this bit of public opinion and insinuation won't hurt Rongrong, don't worry, I will take good care of her, we can settle these accounts later."

Li Yuzhou looked at Si Boheng, hesitated to speak, and finally sighed again.