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

Yan Rongrong did the math, isn't it? Today is February [-]th, and the Chinese New Year will be in six or seven days. No wonder Qian Butler bought a lot of lamps and lanterns a few days ago.

Mr. Si moved aside, took off the blanket covering his body, put it on the wooden chair, and patted it.

"Come, sit here."

Yan Rongrong looked at the blanket, didn't sit down, quickly picked it up and covered it up for Mr. Si.

"Grandpa, I'm not tired. I've been driving all the way. I'll just stand for a while. Don't catch a cold. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. You should be healthy."

Uncle Geng looked at Yan Rongrong with great relief, and beckoned the servant to get the mat.

The servants were very fast, and took a thick cushion to spread on Yan Rongrong, and Yan Rongrong sat down.

Si Boheng sat on the other side of Mr. Si.

Mr. Si looked at the few green plums still blooming in the yard, and said with a smile.

"This year our family will have a good New Year. This year our family has imported a baby, and the family is very lively."

Yan Rongrong took his arm and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, let's have a lively new year."

Neither of the two noticed that Si Boheng's expression on the side was a little stagnant. They were still discussing how many fireworks to set off for the New Year, what New Year's goods to prepare, and what gifts Yan Rongrong wanted.

Yan Rongrong heard that the elders in the family will prepare gifts for her, she is still looking forward to it, she can receive gifts again, and most importantly, she can get the wool of Si Boheng's uncles again.

Yan Rongrong has seen them several times since they got married, and she even saw Si Nuo during the family dinner.

But Si Nuo didn't seem to talk as much as when we first met, she was always quiet, but Yan Rongrong always felt that she would look at her from time to time, and when Yan Rongrong looked up, she was eating seriously again, Yan Rongrong felt that Maybe it was her illusion.

Si Boheng's uncle has always been lukewarm towards Yan Rongrong, and Yan Rongrong is not very enthusiastic towards them, so she feels very happy to be able to squeeze wool.

After sitting with Mr. Si for a while, Yan Rongrong was afraid of the cold, so he went back with Geng Huan.

Si Boheng still sat there and did not leave.

"Heng, do you have something to tell me?"

Mr. Si raised his hand to stop the gardener from pruning the branches of green plums, and asked Si Boheng casually.

The gardener understood, nodded, and walked away with the scissors.

Si Boheng looked at the golf course not far away, and said in a low voice.

"I'm going to be away for a while. There's a father at the company, so Rongrong and mother have to ask grandpa to take care of them."

Old Master Si's expression froze, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Si Boheng.

"You really want to participate?"

Si Boheng nodded slightly.

Master Si held his cane firmly in his hands, and frowned.

"Ah Heng, our Si family is a businessman. Can you really adapt to the life of the army? Even if you can adapt, can you be sure that you can gain control in just a few months? The military It’s not that easy to shake.”

Si Boheng lowered his eyes, and his aura suddenly became fierce and cold.

"Grandpa, I am the only all-rounder in the base for decades, and I have also..."

Having said that, he paused, and then continued.

"I will come back as soon as possible, after all, that one won't last long."

Mr. Si was full of worry.

"His Royal Highness bought you a month's time?"

Si Boheng nodded.

Old Master Si sighed, and he asked why Si Boheng suddenly left the company to stay with his wife at home, so it was like this.

"The specific time?"

Si Boheng shook his head.

"I just need to wait for the notification, and I don't know at the moment."

"Then did you tell Furry about this?"

Seeing Si Boheng's silence, Mr. Si knew what was going on, and he sighed. .

"Rongrong is so young, and she is still pregnant with a child. I'm afraid she will be very sad and afraid."

How could Si Boheng not know that he also wanted to be by her side all the time, watching the baby be born, and guarding Rongrong.

But for the sake of a peaceful life in the future, he has to leave. The eldest son is Furry's biological father. He is destined to be on this boat, and he will go through fire and water for the eldest son's great cause.

Grandpa Si looked at his grandson and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's okay, let's do it. There is your father, me, or your mother at home. She is just an incomprehensible little woman in front of your father, but she is very powerful outside."

Si Boheng thought of his aunt, Ms. Tang Ya, who used to be such a strong person, but now she doesn't dare to be a monster, and sometimes even avoids her when she sees her mother.

He chuckled.

"Yes, she is Tang Yunyan, a woman who owns 40% of the shares of Tang Corporation."

Speaking of the 40.00% shares, Mr. Si also smiled.

Tang Yunyan was married to the Si family, not to mention the shares of the Tang family at the time, even her identity as Miss Tang was just a false name, but later she insisted on getting 5.00% of the shares from her cheap father.

But later, when Si Qian was still in a coma, she had some right to speak in the Si family, and she even set up a trap for the Tang family, causing the Tang family to sell off their shares, and she took them bit by bit, and finally owned the Tang Group. 40.00% of the shares, besides her father who is the chairman, she is the second largest shareholder, and even has more say than Tang Ya who is the heir.

Besides, as the wife of the Si family these years, she has a wide circle of contacts, so if Tang Yunyan is really needed, she can actually be alone.

The only little white rabbit that needs protection in the family is a fluffy face. With so many people watching, nothing will happen to her.

Mr. Si patted Si Boheng.

"Talk to Rongrong well, so she can prepare herself."

Si Boheng pursed his lips.

"I don't know how to say it. She is pregnant now, and I was afraid that she would be stimulated, so I kept silent."

"Then you have to tell her, and you should also tell her about the eldest son."

Si Boheng shook his head, it's not suitable for Rongrong to know about the eldest son.

Now is the most critical period of the competition. In fact, neither the eldest son nor Si Boheng is absolutely sure. What if they are the losers?

So Furry still doesn't know.

In the evening, Yan Rongrong took a shower early and went to bed.

She can no longer sit on a chair, and her back will hurt after sitting for a while, so she reads, writes and writes on the bed.

When Si Boheng came back from work, he saw her sitting on the bed in her pajamas, with several pillows under her buttocks, but she still had to hit her waist from time to time.

He walked over, sat behind Yan Rongrong and gently rubbed her waist.

"Sour again?"

Yan Rongrong turned back and smiled at him.

"Well, the last month was too difficult. Not to mention my backache, I feel so tired even when I vent my anger."

Si Boheng was very distressed, but there was nothing he could do. Yan Rongrong was pregnant with twins, and she suffered more than ordinary pregnant women.