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

She entered the bedroom and changed Yan Rongrong's pajamas. Si Boheng was standing at the door and asked.

"How is she? If she's sweating, turn down the temperature of the air conditioner."

The housekeeping aunt came out and gently closed the door.

"I didn't sweat, but I guess I was hungry. I heard my stomach rumbling."

Si Boheng was taken aback, and the housekeeper smiled.

"Then I'm going to cook something for the lady?"

"No, your job is over."

The housekeeping aunt packed up her things, and when she went out, she took off her shoes and suits and put them in her bag before leaving.

Si Boheng gently unscrewed the bedroom door, the curtains were drawn, the light was very dark, the girl was still sleeping soundly, he stood beside the bed, looking at the girl's peaceful sleeping face, she was a very delicate girl with soft features and lips. The shape is also beautiful, like a peach, but the visual experience seems to be able to smell the sweet taste.

The sweetness of those lips that night flashed through Si Boheng's mind.

A certain part of his body began to react uncontrollably. He secretly cursed himself as a beast, and hurried out of the bedroom.

He ran into the bathroom and took a cold shower, then went into the kitchen.

In an open kitchen, no matter how well-equipped the kitchen is, the smell will still spread to the home. When Yan Rongrong sleeps in a drowsy state, he smells a sweet rice fragrance and a strong milky smell.

She sat up, still a little dazed.

This is the bedroom, did Mr. Si bring her home?Or take it to the hotel?

I turned on the light in the ground, and the bedroom was very cold and cool, the curtains were taupe, and the bed sheets and quilt covers were all dull colors, which fit Mr. Si's cold temperament very well.

She opened the door and went out, smelling the smell and looking for it, she saw Si Boheng busy in the kitchen, Yan Rongrong lightly pursed her lips, she felt that Mr. Si was so approachable.

"Can you still cook?"

When Si Boheng heard the voice, he looked back. When he saw the girl standing there in a light-colored suspender nightgown, he couldn't hide his surprise.

"Are you awake? How are you? Are you all right?"

Yan Rongrong nodded and walked a few steps towards the kitchen.

"I'm fine, thank you."

Si Boheng's eyes fell on her feet, and his brows frowned.

"I forgot to buy you slippers."

Yan Rongrong looked down at her feet, her white toes moved, and said in embarrassment.

"Well, I'm fine, that's fine."

Si Boheng walked to her side, bent down to hug her.

Yan Rongrong quickly backed away and looked at him nervously.

"You...what are you doing?"

"Don't move!"

Si Boheng's voice was low, with a tone that could not be rejected, Yan Rongrong was rather timid, and he didn't dare to move again, and was hugged by Si Boheng.

Yan Rongrong's little heart was beating a little irregularly, and she hugged Si Boheng's neck with a flushed face, but she didn't dare to hug Si Boheng too tightly, which seemed too intimate, but she was loose and afraid that she would fall.

She was so entangled that she hung her head and dared not look up at him.

When she was 19 years old, she had never been so close to a man, and even her father might not have hugged her a few times.

Si Boheng put her on the chair in the dining room, Yan Rongrong immediately retracted her legs, sank her whole body into the chair, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

Si Boheng looked at her feet again.

"After dinner in a while, I'll take you to the supermarket. You need to buy your daily necessities and toiletries. I just bought you a few clothes. Don't go barefoot on the ground. It's not good if you catch a cold."

When Yan Rongrong heard him talking about clothes, she belatedly realized that she was wearing a skirt, a beautiful nightdress with strips.

Her face turned red immediately, she had changed her clothes, but she and Si Boheng were the only ones in the room, she blinked a few times, took another sneak look at Si Boheng, and again bow your head.

Seeing her wanting to ask and desperately trying to hide, Si Boheng couldn't help but find it funny, but he didn't play tricks on her and said directly.

"Your clothes were changed by the housekeeper."

Yan Rongrong raised her head and said oh, but the heat on her face still didn't subside. Maybe she really didn't get along with men very much, so why did she always feel nervous.

Si Boheng stood up and walked into the kitchen.

"I'll go make porridge for you."

The white porridge has a little chopped vegetables and milk, which is full of milk flavor.

Yan Rongrong smelled it, raised her head and smiled.

"Mr. Si, I didn't expect you to be able to cook?"

Si Boheng turned his head away and coughed lightly.

"I can cook porridge, others can't."

Yan Rongrong swallowed a mouthful of porridge, but still brazenly boasted.

"The porridge you cook is delicious, it's already very powerful."

Si Boheng didn't want to expose the little girl's kindness, he sat at the table, watched Yan Rongrong eat the porridge spoon by spoon, and only asked after half a bowl of porridge was finished.

"Did you have conflicts with your parents during the day?"

Yan Rongrong paused the hand holding the spoon, and nodded slightly.

"Um"

Si Boheng pondered for a while.

"Because of the child?"

Yan Rongrong shook his head.

"No"

She raised her head and looked at Si Boheng, her eyes were red.

"We have three children in our family. I have an elder brother and a younger brother. I am the most unpromising one. I haven't even passed the undergraduate course, so I don't have the qualifications to continue studying. My mother..."

She frowned, shook her head slightly, and didn't want to say any more.

She always felt that it was very hypocritical to tell the bad things in her family. She didn't want to seek sympathy from anyone, and to her, Mr. Si might be a little more special than strangers. They were not even friends. , why tell people these?

Seeing that she fell silent, Si Boheng didn't ask, but said.

"Then what are your plans for the future? Are you still going home?"

Before Yan Rongrong could speak, he continued.

"You are pregnant with my child, and I have the responsibility to take care of you. If your parents can't take care of you, why don't you... stay here? I will take care of you, don't worry, I'm not a pervert, I won't What to do to you."

Yan Rongrong pursed her lips and looked at Si Boheng.

Seeing her silence, Si Boheng was a little anxious, and just about to persuade her a few more words, he heard Yan Rongrong say.

"Mr. Si, I'll trouble you then. When the baby is born, I... will leave by myself."

Si Boheng frowned lightly, but didn't say anything.

Originally, she thought this bowl of milk porridge was delicious, but when she ate the remaining half bowl, she always felt that the sweetness was gone.

Her mind was in a mess. For a while, she remembered that her mother scolded her for being lazy and greedy, telling her not to come back when she ran away, and for a while, she thought that her baby would have to be raised by others, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Si Boheng went into the bedroom to change clothes, and when he came out, he found that Yan Rongrong hadn't finished half a bowl of porridge, so he said.

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it, just eat it."

Yan Rongrong picked up the bowl and drank it up in a few sips. She stood up and looked at Si Boheng and asked.

"Shall we go out now?"