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

Then, as soon as he finished speaking, a pair of slender hands wrapped around his neck.

Yan Rongrong's head rubbed over, and got into his arms directly.

Si Boheng's mind moved, and he stretched out his hand to gently pinch the ear of the person in his arms.

"You little liar, pretending to be asleep, right?"

But he didn't hear Yan Rongrong's response, so he looked down.

Yan Rongrong's eyes were still closed, which meant that she was indeed asleep, but she just felt his approach and subconsciously burrowed into his arms.

Si Boheng was helpless and regretful.

However, he lightly touched his wife's belly, and he felt a little relieved.

If Rongrong is awake, he really doesn't know what to do. At this time, a man can't control it, but Rongrong has been pregnant for more than seven months, and he doesn't know if he can bear the love.

So it's good now, let's sleep with my wife in my arms.

He climbed onto the bed, and as soon as he lay down, his fluffy and soft body pressed against him.

Si Boheng was startled, and his voice became a little lower.

"Be careful, be careful not to crush the baby."

Yan Rongrong in her sleep was also very obedient, after Si Boheng finished speaking, she actually turned over and lay on her side into his arms.

Si Boheng lowered his head and lifted her hair up a little, but saw the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Okay, little girl, have you learned badly, haven't you? Pretending to sleep, aren't you?"

As Si Boheng said, he gently pinched his fluffy cheeks with his hands.

"Hahaha……"

Yan Rongrong finally couldn't hold it anymore, she leaned forward and backward laughing in his arms, her little hands grabbed Si Boheng's pajamas, and buried her face in his arms.

"Your observation skills are too poor, didn't you notice it? Hahaha..."

Si Boheng pinched Yan Rongrong's arms with both hands, and hugged him up, so that Yan Rongrong's head faced him.

"You little liar, I thought you were asleep, and you were careful when you went to bed, so as not to wake you up."

Yan Rongrong sat up, leaned against him, and looked at him with her head tilted.

"Today is our bridal chamber wedding night. I've been looking forward to it for a long time. How can I sleep?"

Si Boheng's eyes immediately darkened, he pulled Yan Rongrong's hand over, and kissed it on his lips.

"Little girl, do you know what will happen? Are you not afraid?"

Yan Rongrong thought to herself, I've already done that for you, what have I to be afraid of?Do you really treat me like a little girl?I'm going to be a mother soon, okay?

She straightened up, knelt on the bed by herself, and frowned again after a while.

She lay down again, directly on her back, but she found that this was even worse. The two babies in her stomach who were lying on her back kept kicking her, so she quickly sat up again.

Si Boheng looked blankly at her tossing about.

"What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

He was also a little anxious, and sat up all of a sudden.

"No, I'll try what position I can bear without hurting our baby."

Si Boheng: "..."

He was a bit messy, especially when Yan Rongrong said these words in a serious manner, which made Si Boheng, a big man, a little uncomfortable.

"Come on, you lie down"

Yan Rongrong came over again, put a pair of soft little hands on Si Boheng's chest, and gently pushed him onto the bed.

"Lie down, I'll try again."

Before Si Boheng could react, Yan Rongrong sat on him.

"It's so tiring, husband, can you do it yourself?"

Si Boheng's ears were all red. Although both of them are still wearing neat pajamas, isn't his wife a bit of a tiger?

He reached out and touched Yan Rongrong's belly, and finally reason overcame the desire of the body.

He stretched out his hand to hug him down, helplessly.

"Bao, it's seven months now, it's already the late stage of pregnancy, we still don't want to..."

Yan Rongrong lowered his eyes and smiled slightly.

"But your body clearly wants it."

"But aren't you afraid of hurting the baby?"

With Si Boheng's rhetorical question, Yan Rongrong immediately stopped talking and stopped fussing.

Just said sullenly.

"I'm just afraid that you will feel uncomfortable."

She remembered that the hero in the novel was such an aloof and domineering president, and the mistress took advantage of her daughter-in-law's pregnancy. She couldn't give mistress a chance, she had to seize her own happiness.

Si Boheng pursed his lips, a little embarrassed, and stole a glance at Yan Rongrong.

"Or, it's the same as... before?"

That's why she wanted Yan Rongrong to help him. Yan Rongrong thought of being so tired the past few times, but she couldn't bear Si Boheng's pain. He is her husband now, so she should help him.

Showing a somewhat seductive smile to Si Boheng, she moved her hand down.

Si Boheng's face turned red from her directness, he quickly fished him over, bowed his head and kissed him.

The new house is full of red, on the bed covered with longan and red dates, the relationship between the two is closer, the hibiscus warm tent, the room is charming.

The next day, Yan Rongrong didn't wake up from a deep sleep, and no one in the old house dared to disturb her this time.

Si Boheng brought breakfast to her on the bed, thanking his wife for her hard work last night.

Yan Rongrong looked at him and asked.

"So...does it feel the same? Do you feel the same as when you actually do it?"

Si Boheng almost choked on his own saliva.

"Little girl, haven't you noticed that you've been talking too freely recently?"

Yan Rongrong blinked.

"But I'm married, I'm a married woman, I have a right to speak."

Si Boheng "..."

Well, Si Boheng felt that he should slowly get used to his wife's open language style.

But still warned.

"You can discuss it with me, but you must never talk to other people like this, you know?"

Yan Rongrong swallowed the eight-treasure porridge in her mouth, and gave him a blank look.

"Of course this can only be said between husband and wife, and I'm not stupid."

Si Boheng wanted to say, why do I think you are not very smart?

While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door, followed by Geng Huan's voice.

"Rongrong, Qi Yue lived in the manor last night. When Aunt Wen went to find her this morning, she saw her packing her things and said she was going back."

Yan Rongrong was surprised, and looked at Si Boheng.

Si Boheng shook his head lightly, he didn't know what happened.

"Sister Huan, come in."

When Geng Huan pushed the door open, she didn't look sideways, only looking at Yan Rongrong.

"Where is Qi Yue now?"

"I have already taken a taxi to the high-speed rail station."

Yan Rongrong frowned.

"In such a hurry? Did nothing happen to her last night? Didn't Aunt Wen say she would bring her back? Why did she live in the manor? "

Yan Rongrong was a little annoyed, she was so focused on Si Boheng last night that she forgot to ask Qi Yue if she was back.

Geng Huan hesitated and said.

"Aunt Wen called her. She told Aunt Wen that she was going to rest in the room and would not go back to the old house. That's why Aunt Wen didn't bring her back, but she was afraid that something would happen to her alone there. Well, Aunt Wen also lives in the manor."