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

He ordered in a deep voice.

"It's all arranged over there. We must send people to the desert island as soon as possible. If you are found, you will know what will happen to you."

Scarface lowered his head in response.

"Yes, you can leave at noon."

While talking, his confidant walked in quickly.

Seeing his expression, the fourth young master frowned, waved at Scarface, stood up and left.

Get in the car, said the cronies.

"A person died at Yan Rongrong's hotpot restaurant last night, and the Si family has sent someone to deal with it this morning."

Fourth Young Master looked back at his cronies, with anger flashing in his eyes.

"That's it? Is this kind of shit worth reporting to me?"

The cronies dare not bow their heads and apologize.

"I'm sorry, my lord. I just saw that the Si family had mobilized a large number of people and called the police. There was a lot of noise, so I reported it to you."

The fourth young master sat on the back of the chair and snorted coldly.

"The Si family regards that commoner girl as a treasure. Is there anything strange about this movement? I really don't know what Si Boheng's vision is. He doesn't want the wealthy ladies of the rich and official family, and insists on such a person with no background. civilian."

The inside of the car was very quiet, and the aide was afraid of offending him, so he didn't dare to say anything more. As for the driver's secretary, they all knew how to read words and expressions, so they just had to listen at this time.

Unexpectedly, the matter of the hot pot restaurant really became the beginning of the incident, and then one after another, various families, ministers, princes, and sons, some were demoted to common people, some were deprived of their titles, and finally the remaining These are the people who have the support of the consortium behind them.

It is true that Si Boheng seldom went out, as long as others were in the capital, they were usually by Yan Rongrong's side. During this period, he learned how to change the baby's diaper and how to put the baby to sleep.

Two confinement sisters were placed downstairs, and only two were left upstairs to take care of the baby at night.

But in fact, most of the time, as soon as the baby cries, Si Boheng will wake up, and then make milk powder, feed the baby, change the diaper and coax him to sleep in the middle of the night.

Yan Rongrong also woke up twice, but her method was much simpler and more rude. The baby was too fussy, so she just hugged her right arm and held him in her arms to feed him.

The baby was eating there, and she continued to sleep by herself.

Si Boheng was afraid that the baby would choke, so he stood by and watched, seeing his daughter-in-law and son, let alone how beautiful he felt.

After the baby has finished eating, he will go over and straighten Yan Rongrong's clothes, and put the baby back on the crib.

Occasionally, he would still be very busy, and would go for several days, but there would still be no news. Yan Rongrong was worried about him, and did not receive a reply to any of the messages he sent.

But as long as Si Boheng comes back, he will reply to the messages that Yan Rongrong sent him one by one.

Yan Rongrong was sitting next to him, watching him reply seriously while rocking the baby on the bed.

"I've already eaten. A wild boar ran in today. It was caught and put into the pot. I'm so full."

"I don't know how many days to go home,"

"Yes, there is no signal here, and electronic equipment from the outside world is shielded."

……

Yan Rongrong tilted her head and looked at him speechlessly.

"Why did you reply to it when you went home?"

Si Boheng smiled gently at her.

"I don't want to have only your information in our chat box."

Yan Rongrong pursed her lips, leaned over silently, and squeezed her little hand into his big one.

"Actually, it's okay. I know you're busy. I just worry about you sometimes. When I'm free, I wonder what you're doing. You've gone home, so there's no need to reply."

Si Boheng rubbed her head.

His eyes fell on her hanging arm, thinking about the process of Yan Rongrong's injury that he heard from his mother a few days ago, he felt even more uncomfortable.

This little girl is so beautiful and tough that people feel distressed, and she deserves all he can do to protect her.

He lightly held Yan Rongrong's hanging hand, and asked softly.

"Does it hurt? Did it hurt at the time?"

Yan Rongrong smiled at him.

"Forget, I shouldn't be in pain at the time. When I saw Xiaobao fall down, there was only one thought in my mind, that is, I will save Xiaobao even if I die. You don't know how scared I am. I feel like my soul I was scared out. But fortunately, I caught him."

She tilted her head and leaned on Si Boheng's shoulder, and asked suddenly.

"Tell me, can Xu Rong still find it?"

Si Boheng's expression froze, and he turned to look at her.

But Yan Rongrong leaned on his shoulder, as if chatting, she just asked casually.

Si Boheng lowered his eyes slightly and shook his head.

"I don't know, you don't want her to have an accident?"

"Although she is quite annoying, but... these dangers should not fall on her, right?"

Si Boheng's heart set off monstrous waves, and he sat there stiffly, without speaking for a long time.

Yan Rongrong would ask such a question, which meant that she already had some conviction in her heart, but she had never asked, and had been obediently waiting at the Si's house. Si Boheng suddenly discovered that her little wife was actually really smart.

She is not as stupid as she appears, she is very clear-headed.

"Furry, something..."

"Actually, I'm not afraid. At that dinner party that day, I was very sad. Although I haven't seen the eldest son before, I actually secretly watched many videos of his interviews and his speeches. I always thought that he should be a very gentle and kind father, but I didn't expect that I was not."

Si Boheng looked at her and wanted to explain to the eldest son, but Yan Rongrong suddenly changed the subject and stopped talking.

"By the way, the murderer of the hot pot restaurant hasn't been caught yet? Who the hell is so daring? He actually went to the restaurant to kill people."

Si Boheng didn't hide from her, and told her his guess.

"We think that someone has begun to doubt your identity and is testing the eldest son. His attitude towards Xu Rong has always been very cold, but if he is very concerned about your affairs, it can explain the problem."

Yan Rongrou pursed her lips.

"So it's because he sent me to the hot pot restaurant that he attacked the people there? These people are too insane, we must catch them."

Si Boheng looked at her in surprise.

"You know the store..."

Yan Rongrong hugged his arm tightly.

"Of course I know."

"Furry, do you want to see his mother?"

Yan Rongrong fell silent, she thought, especially, she also wanted to call him daddy and get close to him, but she understood that if she went to recognize him now, it would only bring trouble to everyone.

"Wait, wait until we can see each other."

A day later, when Si Boheng contacted the Eldest Young Master through the dedicated line again, he told the Eldest Young Master that Yan Rongrong knew that he was her biological father.

"What did you say? The child, she, she, knows?"

"Well, I see. I didn't say it. She guessed it herself."

The eldest son was silent for a long time, and then asked a little nervously.

"Then what did she say? Are you disappointed in me as a father?"