Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

He is like a glutinous rice dumpling, white and tender.

And most importantly...

Song Weiyi looks like a smaller version of Si Moli!

The nose, lips, eyes, and eyebrows are all carved from the same mold.

Therefore, every time Song Nianhe saw his son, he would unconsciously think of Si Moli.

In order to avoid this happening, she specially changed Song Weiyi's hairstyle.

All the messy and weird hairstyles have been changed, but the look is still the same.

After all, they are father and son, biological, there is no way, genes are like this.

So later...Song Nianhe also gave up and stopped struggling.

Not only that, Song Weiyi can control any hairstyle and looks handsome.

Damn it, Si Moli's face could fascinate a little girl at any time, and it couldn't be ugly at all.

Song Nianhe was furious now, and when he saw this face, he became even more angry.

One by one, the father and son knew how to make her angry!

"Okay, Song Weiyi, please explain yourself honestly," Song Nianhe tried his best to be calm and speak slowly, "Where did you go wrong."

Song Weiyi responded loudly, with a milky voice: "I'm not wrong!"

"The teacher has called me and asked me to educate you well and talk about you. Has the teacher still wronged you?"

"You just wronged me."

"Okay, okay, okay," Song Nianhe nodded, "Then I'll give you a chance to prove that you are right. You say it now."

"I……"

Just as Song Weiyi said a word, chaotic footsteps came from the stairs.

The Song family members, who were taking a nap, came over after hearing the noise.

"Oh, Nian He, if you have anything to say, how could you be so cruel to the child?"

Song's mother walked downstairs quickly, fearing that if she was too late, her precious grandson would be beaten, injured and aggrieved.

"Slow down," Song's father said, "don't fall yourself."

That's what he said, but Father Song's steps were faster than Mother Song's.

At the same time, Song Zhixu and Xu Anya also appeared at the stairs on the second floor.

The two of them did not go downstairs, but stood beside the railing...

Go to the theater.

This kind of scene often occurs in the Song family, and they have long been accustomed to it.

This mother and son... have a small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every five days.

"What's the reason for today?" Xu Anya yawned, holding her chin and leaning on the railing, "guess."

Song Zhixu replied: "Song Wei also made a prank?"

"What can he do during nap time? He is just a four-year-old kid."

"Maybe," Song Zhixu crossed his arms, "Even though he is only four years old, his lethality... is the strongest in our family."

Song Weiyi is the youngest in the family, and he is a junior. He is as pampered as eyeballs. He holds it in his mouth for fear of it melting, and holds it in his hand for fear of it flying away.

He also became more and more lawless, like the devil incarnate.

The most important thing is that his brain is quite good and he is extremely smart. A clever idea will come up as soon as his eyes turn.

Song Zhixu shook his head and yawned.

A good nap, ruined.

"Are you sleepy?" Song Zhixu asked, "Let's sleep on my shoulder."

"No, it shouldn't take long."

Although it was none of their business, they had to be there.

Otherwise, Song's mother would keep nagging again, saying that they didn't care about Song Weiyi's growth.

It’s hard to be an uncle and aunt!