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

Song Nianhe stood there, dejected.

Five years ago, she was angry with Si Moli, and five years later, she will be angry with Si Moli's son.

What the hell is this? She owed them and his son in her previous life, right?

Today, only parents are here. If Lin Zhen also comes to the Song family in the capital, then Song Wei will be even more unscrupulous.

"Admit it, Nian He," Xu Anya said aloud, "If nothing happens, just recite a few words silently in your heart, my dear, my dear. The more you recite it, the calmer you will be."

"That's easy to say, you can talk while standing without back pain."

"I'm talking standing up now, not sitting down."

Song Nianhe choked, raised his head and shouted towards the second floor: "Yes, you still want to make me angry, right?"

Xu Anya shrugged: "I'm giving you advice."

"unnecessary!"

"Good intentions are just like a donkey's heart and lungs," Xu Anya replied, "But after seeing you and Xiaoyi, I became more convinced of the idea of ​​having a daughter."

Song Nianhe smiled slightly: "I wish you and your brother will have a son soon, and you will have twins, triplets, too."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Song Zhixu was beside him and said, "Nianhe, don't be too harsh on Xiaoyi. At his age, he is already noisy, which just means that he is healthy, lively and energetic."

On one side is my sister and on the other is my wife.

Song Zhixu's gang can't do anything, he can only be a peacemaker.

Song Nianhe muttered: "Whoever has a child like him will have their roof lifted off..."

"If he wants to lift it, let him lift it," Song Zhixu replied, "Our family has many houses, and it will be fine if any one of them is opened."

"That's right, even the Si family has a lot of houses. He can do whatever he wants." At this point, Xu Anya winked, "If you can't discipline her and find it troublesome, then send Xiao Yi to Sicheng."

"Sicheng?!"

Xu Anya nodded repeatedly: "Yes, leave it to Si Moli and let him experience the pain of raising a child. Otherwise, when the child grows up and becomes sensible, his biological father will suddenly appear and enjoy the benefits... …Why?”

Song Zhixu was behind, constantly pulling Xu Anya's clothes.

You can't say this.

But it was no use. The more he pulled, the more energetic Xu Anya spoke.

"Xiao Yi, this child, looks exactly like Si Moli, a miniature version. You, the mother, seem to have had no involvement and just let him do it. It's been ten months since you've worked hard in pregnancy, so give him Si Moli. Mo Li gives birth to children."

"You can just throw it over. I think Aunt Lin Zhen will be happy. As for Si Moli, he is confused. He doesn't know when he got a son and when he left a romantic debt... Who cares, what does it have to do with you? Relationship, he is confused.”

"In this way, you will be clean. Let Xiaoyi go to Haohaosi's house. Nianhe, what I said makes sense."

Song Nianhe curled his lips: "That's right."

Song Zhixu was shocked.

What, Nianhe thinks it makes sense? !

The next second, Song Nianhe said again: "But I won't listen. Don't make bad ideas."

Xu Anya laughed loudly: "Look, I knew you couldn't bear it."

"Are you kidding," Song Nianhe replied, "I gave birth to him, I raised him, oh, just sent to Si Moli for nothing, he deserves it?"

"Aren't you annoyed by Xiaoyi's noise?"

"Annoyance is annoyance, love is love, they are two different things." Song Nianhe said, "You will know when you have children."