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

Next door at this time, four confinement sisters, plus Aunt Wen, and Tang Yunyan, six people were watching the two children.

Maybe the children were under pressure from being stared at, so they obediently ate milk powder and went to sleep.

Aunt Wen and Tang Yunyan quietly left the baby room, and only dared to speak loudly when they got downstairs.

"Ma'am, the young master and Rong Rong are newly married, will they lose their sense of proportion for a while?"

Tang Yunyan sneered and patted her on the shoulder.

"Xiao Wen, you've never been crazy at first glance. Who can remember what the hell is proper when facing the person you love?"

Aunt Wen stared at her blankly.

"But you just told the young master that..."

Tang Yunyan laughed, ignored her, went back to get the bag, and said to Geng Huan who was standing outside.

"Huanhuan, let's go, I'll take you to a full spa treatment today, your face is exposed to the sun, be careful of wrinkles."

Aunt Wen touched her face subconsciously.

She glanced upstairs again, she didn't dare to leave, she had to take care of two children, she couldn't leave them all to the confinement wife.

Mr. Si's room was also very quiet today. He was sitting by the balcony alone, playing Go with himself.

Uncle Geng brought him a cup of hot tea and said with a chuckle.

"The young master is back, why don't you ask about the situation?"

Master Si shook his head with a chess piece in his hand.

"He is both a husband and a father now. Of course, we should give them some time first. Since he can come back, it means that there should be almost the same. In fact, the most difficult thing for the military department is the people who are inserted by various forces. The remaining people Originally, they were loyal to the Southern Kingdom, and they didn't stand in line, so to the eldest son, it was a help, after all, he is the most legal heir."

Uncle Geng nodded, but he also understands that it is not easy to clean up those people from various forces. The young master has been investigating a little bit since half a year ago, and this time he went there in person for the past few months. It worked out.

"That princess..."

Grandpa Si paused for a chess piece in his hand and looked up at him.

"I haven't found anyone yet?"

Uncle Geng nodded.

"It should be that there is no news. The eldest princess has used a lot of power, but she can't find anyone. The eldest son also sent someone to look for it, but there is no news either."

Mr. Si thought that all the hardships that Xu Rong suffered would have fallen on Yan Rongrong's body, and he felt a little pity for that Xu Rong in his heart.

He thought that the Eldest Young Master should have the same idea as him besides showing off to outsiders. They actually didn't want anything to happen to Xu Rong.

Even if she wasn't a princess, and she saved Rongrong from disaster, she would give her some compensation afterwards.

"Old Geng, call some of our people in Kyoto and find someone."

Uncle Geng nodded and said in a low voice.

"Princess Xu Rong's accident seems to be the Fourth Young Master's profit. You said..."

Mr. Si also had this guess, but the other highnesses are also possible. Now is the most chaotic time, and no one knows what kind of power is still hidden.

"Still monitoring them closely, and in the end, I still have to send a copy to the eldest son."

The eldest son really trusts the Si family very much. Even such a task is entrusted to the Si family and has the power of the military department. Letting Si Boheng do it freely is the greatest support for him.

Otherwise, even if Si Boheng had the means, it would be very difficult to rectify the situation in just two months.

The bloody storms outside can't reach Yan Rongrong. She is well protected by the Si family, the eldest son, and Si Boheng. She can control her temper and maintain her purity and simplicity.

Now she is obediently letting Si Boheng continue to blow-dry her hair, and still talking to him softly.

He talked about his embarrassment when he was breastfeeding his baby for the first time, about the two babies, how he would miss him especially at night, and about Qi Yue and Si Ye.

She rambled on with Si Boheng for a long time, except that she didn't mention how painful it was when she woke up and didn't dare to go to the ground, and she didn't say that she often vomited because of the anesthetic, and it took a long time to get better.

Si Boheng stroked her hair and listened to her carefully.

"By the way, tell me, if Si Ye is really with Qi Yue, will your family agree?"

"will not"

Yan Rongrong was taken aback by Si Boheng's words, and she frowned at Si Boheng.

"Why? Qi Yue's family is much stronger than mine, and didn't you say that your family doesn't need to marry? Why do you disagree?"

Si Boheng helped Yan Rongrong pin her hair behind her ears.

"Because his parents will take care of Si Ye's marriage, I, my parents like you very much."

Yan Rongrong's complexion changed, a little distressed.

She felt that Uncle Si Boheng and the couple were not easy to get along with, and she suddenly didn't know whether it was right or wrong for Qi Yue and Si Ye to be together.

She grabbed Si Boheng's arm and gently tugged.

"You help them."

Si Boheng raised his eyebrows.

"What's the use of helping them?"

Yan Rongrong's eyes lit up.

"Can you really help them?"

Looking at Si Boheng, Yan Rongrong moved her fingers up slightly, unbuttoned a shirt clumsily with her fingers, and slipped her little hand in.

Si Boheng's breathing stagnated, and his eyes instantly became much deeper.

Yan Rongrong's hands are very soft, especially now that they are well maintained in Si's house every day, they are as soft and warm as suet jade.

That kind of touch is really unbearable.

Si Boheng asked hoarsely.

"Who did you learn this from?"

Yan Rongrong thought that the coquettish and hot beauties in novels are like this, so she imitated and winked at Si Boheng, her lips pursed slightly.

But she didn't wear flaming red lips. This pout is not sexy, but cute.

Si Boheng was so cute that he couldn't help but leaned closer.

"Hairy, I can't help it."

Not only did Yan Rongrong not hide, but she even wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward on his own initiative.

"You don't have to bear it. The day after tomorrow is my birthday, and I will be 20 years old."

Si Boheng naturally remembered, and he had already prepared a gift for her.

"Then, daughter-in-law, I won't be polite."

Yan Rong gave him a white look.

"Who used you to be polite?"

Seen by these eyes, Si Boheng's best concentration collapsed.

He squeezed Yan Rongrong's waist with both hands, directly hugged her to his body, bowed his head and kissed her.

The union of two loves is always very wonderful, it is the mutual blending of souls.

Si Boheng gently placed Yan Rongrong on the bed, put his hands on her sides, and looked at her tenderly.

"Furry, I love you."

Yan Rongrong's eyes turned red, and she clumsily kissed him.

"I love you too, very much."

Because the people of the Si family deliberately left space for the two of them, even if there was a sound, no one heard it.

Full of love, the room is charming, finally, Yan Rongrong is awake this time, and Si Boheng is more restrained than the first time, this is the person he cherishes the most, and he is reluctant to hurt even the slightest bit.