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

No matter how hard he tried, Si Moli couldn't suppress this feeling, and it quickly swept through his body.

He really wanted to capture the picture in his mind and return to the scene in the study, but it was impossible.

He is now in the hospital ward, and he has not been back to Siyuan for many days.

"what!"

With a splitting headache, Si Moli kicked away the computer on the ground and swept the fruit to the ground.

Ping ping ping pong, crackling.

The ward instantly became a mess.

The nurse rushed in first and was shocked when she saw Si Moli's manic and restless side: "Mr. Si! You, what are you..."

"Get out, get out!"

His eyes were splitting, his figure was shaky, and he couldn't stand at all.

Shen Yiyue also ran over: "A Li..."

Seeing Shen Yiyue, Si Moli's head hurt even more.

He pressed his temple heavily with one hand, clenched his other hand into a fist, and hit the wall hard.

The faces of Shen Yiyue and Song Nianhe kept overlapping and overlapping in his mind.

He could hardly tell the difference.

Something broke through the sealed lid, and in an instant, an overwhelming number of images flooded into Si Moli's brain.

His whole body stiffened, and then he closed his eyes and fell straight down.

"Ali!"

"Mr. Si!"

Si Moli fell completely into a coma and became unconscious.

But this time, Si Moli was in a coma for five days.

For five days, he was motionless and unresponsive. He relied on infusions of nutritional fluids to survive. The doctors were helpless. There was no cure and they could only wait.

If he continues to sleep, maybe... a critical illness notification will be issued.

Lin Zhen was so anxious that she couldn't do anything.

Fortunately, on the sixth day, Si Moli woke up.

He was terrifyingly calm, his eyes were clear, he was even more taciturn, and even more cold and indifferent.

From then on, no one mentioned the name "Song Nianhe" in front of Si Moli.

Song Nianhe became a taboo for Si Moli.

The sealed memories were sealed even more firmly.

In Si Moli's life, Song Nianhe had never appeared or participated.

.........

Five years later.

Capital, Song family.

The Song family's mansion is magnificent and different from European-style villa buildings. The decoration is more inclined to the new Chinese style, which is simple and textured, stable and restrained.

Most of the furniture at home is made of precious wood.

The atmosphere of a wealthy family is everywhere.

At this time, it was afternoon.

The quiet Song family suddenly heard a cry: "Ah ah ah! Help! My mother is going to hit me again! Grandpa, grandma, uncle and aunt, come and help me!!! My life is at risk!"

"Song Weiyi! Stop!"

"Won't you catch me if you stop? I don't want it!"

The little figure was jumping up and down inside the Song family.

He ran very fast and was extremely flexible, like a monkey. After running for a while, he didn't forget to look back and made a face.

"A little bit!"

Song Nianhe almost vomited blood.

"Stop!" Song Nianhe ran out of breath, "You, you stinky boy!"

"I'm not a brat, Mom, you scolded me again, oooooooooo, I'm so sad!"

"Have you learned how to rake someone's back?"

Song Weiyi blinked innocently: "But that's what you just said, Mom."

He stopped, turned around and put his hands on his hips. His eyes were extremely smart, black and clear, and he had a carrot cut with straight bangs, which was particularly cute.