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

Si Boheng frowned lightly.

"It's really fine, you..."

Suddenly seeing the shyness in Yan Rongrong's eyes, he finally understood, licked his lips unconsciously, stood up and said.

"Then you... eat, I still have some work."

Yan Rongrong nodded lightly, and when the door was closed, she raised her head quietly and touched her heart, she seemed to be not quite right, how could her heart beat so fast?

Si Boheng stood alone on the balcony for a while before entering the study.

Aunt Wen cleaned up the kitchen and brought Si Boheng a cup of hot tea.

"Master, do you... sleep in the room at night?"

"No, I sleep on the sofa."

Aunt Wen looked like that, so she just said, seeing how polite Yan Rongrong was to her young master, sure enough her young master hasn't succeeded yet.

"Master, I went to clean up the house next door in the afternoon. There are many rooms there, why don't you live there? Sleeping on the sofa is not good for your waist."

Si Boheng raised his head, picked up the tea and took a sip.

"No, Yan Rongrong is still young, what if she has something to do at night and can't find anyone?"

Aunt Wen's face became even more troubled.

"Master, do you treat Rongrong like a child? She is an adult, and nothing will happen if she falls asleep at night. You have to go to work every day, so why can't you sleep well?"

Si Boheng's eyes moved slightly, Yan Rongrong now has one in her stomach, so of course someone has to look after her.

"No, if you pack everything up, you can go to rest."

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Si Boheng, Aunt Wen couldn't help but feel emotional, her young master really loved Rongrong, and he couldn't bear to leave her for a moment.

Yan Rongrong ate the whole piece of cake, and still felt unsatisfied, touched her stomach, why did she feel bulging, she must have eaten too much, it must be, she was thinking that she must control her food intake tomorrow, otherwise she would probably Gotta get fatter.

Without her mobile phone, she could only go out to check the time, and found that it was almost eleven o'clock. She looked into the study room, where Mr. Si slept on the sofa last night. She lived here and occupied Mr. Si's bed.

She ran back to the house, hugged the quilt she had covered, came out with the pillow, tidied it up on the sofa, then went to wash up, and fell asleep lying on the sofa when she came back.

It was almost twelve o'clock after Si Boheng finished his work, he was going to see how Yan Rongrong was sleeping, but he saw that big ball on the sofa.

Because of the warm light in the living room, he couldn't see clearly when he was standing at the door of the study, but he didn't realize it until he got closer.

Yan Rongrong's small body was curled up on the sofa, the quilt almost covered her whole head, her mouth was slightly open, and she was sleeping soundly.

He frowned, why did this girl sleep here.

He bent down and carried Yan Rongrong into the bedroom with the quilt, covered her with the quilt, but when he was about to go out, his hands were caught.

He froze, turned his head slowly, and heard Yan Rongrong mumble.

"The sofa is too soft and my back hurts."

He looked at the girl's peaceful sleeping face, and suddenly smiled. He squatted down beside the bed, and lightly tapped the slightly parted lips with his fingers. It was soft and fragrant, and one couldn't help but want to kiss her.

"Little girl, do you know what you are doing?"

Yan Rongrong fell into a deep sleep, the words she just said were actually just her unconscious murmurs in her sleep, thinking about this matter in her heart.

Si Boheng sat on the bed and lay down slowly, but there was a little distance from Yan Rongrong.

Yan Rongrong felt the warm presence around her, and subconsciously rolled towards that warm place. Si Boheng was rubbed into his arms by a chubby object, and his face froze.

He lowered his head and dug Yan Rongrong out of the quilt, and said helplessly.

"Why are you sleeping so dishonestly?"

Yan Rongrong murmured unconsciously.

"warm."

Si Boheng looked at the air conditioner, the temperature is not low, she is covered with a quilt, it is impossible to be cold, but the little girl has been rubbing in his arms, he is a normal man, and he is also a person who knows the essence of a fluffy body Such a man, being rubbed like this is really a bit distracted.

"Don't move around."

With such a sentence, it seemed that Yan Rongrong was wronged, and the little girl turned her mouth, but she really didn't move.

Si Boheng took a few deep breaths, wrapped Yan Rongrong in the quilt, hugged her in his arms, and slowly closed his eyes.

Yan Rongrong lay in his arms, sleeping very peacefully, but poor young master Si, couldn't fall asleep at all in the first half of the night, and finally fell asleep in the second half of the night.

Maybe it was because she slept so well last night, Yan Rongrong woke up very early in the morning, she only felt that her hands and feet were very hot, but she couldn't move, so she opened her eyes.

Then he saw a handsome face close at hand.

Si, Mr. Si...

She almost yelled out, but fortunately she controlled it in time, but why Mr. Si...

She looked around, she was in the bedroom, she slept on the sofa last night, did Mr. Si carry her to the bed?Also...they still sleep together?

She moved her hands and found that Si Boheng was about to wake up, so she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After Si Boheng woke up, he was also dazed for a moment, then saw Yan Rongrong, couldn't help smiling, and tapped the tip of her nose lightly with his fingers.

"I slept soundly."

Yan Rongrong's heart was about to jump out, fortunately her hands were inside the quilt, otherwise she would have revealed her secrets, she held onto the quilt so tightly that Mr. Si didn't notice that she was pretending to sleep.

Feeling that the bed was getting lighter, and hearing the sound of Si Boheng cautiously opening the door, she opened her eyes, then opened her mouth, panting heavily.

She felt hot all over, touched her face, it was too hot, Mr. Si just... touched her nose?

After staring at the chandelier on the roof for a long time, she finally came back to her senses. She must not think too much about it. Mr. Si may have been too sleepy after carrying her back last night, so he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Touching her nose in the morning was also because of his itchy hands, yes, that must be the case.

Even if she coaxed herself to think this way, Yan Rongrong still didn't dare to face Si Boheng, for fear of showing her secrets and blushing, so she dawdled until she felt that Si Boheng had gone to work, and then she came out. Room.

Who knew that as soon as he came out, he saw Si Boheng sitting at the dining table looking at his ipad, as if he was reading financial news.

Hearing the door open, he looked up.

"Wake up? Go wash up and have breakfast."

Yan Rongrong stood there, oh, and quickly ran back to the bedroom.

There is a bathroom in the bedroom, after Yan Rongrong washed up, she walked slowly to the dining table and sat down

Aunt Wen brought a bowl of pumpkin porridge from the kitchen and put it in front of her.

"Rongrong, did you sleep well last night? Sweet pumpkin porridge!"

Yan Rongrong subconsciously went to see Si Boheng, but Si Boheng didn't respond, but Aunt Wen laughed.

"The young master said that you like sweet things, so I specially made sweet things for you today, and this, lotus seed paste bun."