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

Seeing the little girl's aggrieved and uncomfortable appearance in front of him, Si Boheng hugged her into his arms.

"Fool, you have to choose according to your own preferences. Don't listen to me. I told my father just now that I will accompany you when you go to college. No matter where you go to study, I will go with you."

Yan Rongrong's eyes widened, looking at him in disbelief.

"What did you say? You want to go with me?"

Si Boheng nodded, seeing her dumbfounded, he really wanted to have a taste.

When his kiss fell, Yan Rongrong wrapped his arms around his neck, desperately responding to him.

But what was embarrassing was that when the two were kissing with ecstasy, Tang Yunyan opened the door and walked in.

Ignoring the embarrassment of the two, Tang Yunyan put Dabao directly into Si Boheng's arms.

"Coax your son, this kid is so good at crying. I didn't say anything when I peed on me just now. This guy is crying first. If you say you cry, cry, you can't coax him well. Your own seed, your own Coax."

Si Boheng looked at Xi Chen who was sitting on his other leg, feeling a little helpless and depressed, why is this little guy a bit of an eyesore?

He felt that the world of the two was being disturbed, but Yan Rongrong picked up Dabao and started playing, she was very happy.

Si Boheng stared at the mother and son, finally all interest was lost.

He glanced at his mother with some dissatisfaction. Tang Yunyan flicked her long hair, leaving him with a chic back, and went out.

Yan Rongrong hugged Dabao with both hands, leaned towards Si Boheng, and kissed him on the lips.

"Okay, you can't be unhappy, uh..."

Si Boheng held her head directly and kissed her. Yan Rongrong opened his eyes wide for a while, but after being kissed so disoriented, he closed his eyes.

But as soon as she closed it, she felt a small fist hitting her, and she realized that Dabao was still caught in the middle.

She quickly pushed Si Boheng away, and looked down at Dabao.

Dabao stretched out his two small fists, one of them was holding them against them, his little face was still angry.

Yan Rongrong quickly picked him up.

"Dabao, you are very energetic now."

Dabao seemed to roll his eyes at her, but he ignored her anyway and didn't want any food.

Si Boheng held Dabao's little hand and gave it a little force, and Dabao immediately shook his hand in pain.

Yan Rongrong glared at Si Boheng, hugged Dabao and stood up.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Yan Rongrong ignored him and went downstairs with the child in her arms.

Mr. Si is in his room, Si Qian is at work, and Tang Yunyan should accompany Xiao Bao in the baby room.

Yan Rongrong sat on the sofa holding Dabao, glanced at the servants who were busy outside, and stood up holding Dabao again.

Just in time for Steward Qian to come in, Yan Rongrong said to him with a smile.

"Steward Qian, give everyone a red envelope today."

Steward Qian knew that today was the day to check the grades, and the young lady had been so anxious and worried that she couldn't sleep well in the past few days. The young master also ordered him to ask the nutritionist to formulate the young lady's recipes every day.

Now hearing Mrs. Young talking about making a red envelope, Steward Qian's eyes lit up, and he showed enough surprise.

"Young Madam, have you... passed the exam?"

Yan Rongrong smiled proudly at Steward Qian.

"You prepare the red envelope."

Steward Qian took two steps towards her and asked in a low voice.

"Young Madam, how much do you think ... the package is appropriate?"

Yan Rongrong thought about it.

"Then no one is 88, [-], Fafa, what an auspicious number."

The corner of Steward Qian's mouth twitched, thinking that the young lady would give everyone a big red envelope when she was happy, but it was only 88, which was almost ten times lower than the usual festival fee.