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

She is relatively reserved and not good at socializing, not to mention Si Moli, who puts on a bad face all day long, as if everyone owes him money.

Why did he and her son become a sweet-talking child.

Hey, maybe this is talent.

"Mama cares about my growth and study. She doesn't want me to become a bad boy. Mom, I understand." Song Weiyi said, "I won't let you down."

Song Nianhe chuckled and pinched his face: "You..."

"Mom hugs."

He started acting coquettishly.

Song Nianhe picked him up and let him sit on his lap.

Mother and son nestled peacefully on the soft sofa.

"Xiao Yi, the teacher told me something today," Song Nianhe looked down at him, "It's a violin competition."

"Oh, that's right, I know." Song Weiyi nodded repeatedly, "I promised the teacher, I will go."

Song Nianhe opened his mouth half-open, not knowing what to say for a moment.

She also wanted to discuss it, but her son agreed on his own initiative.

"You... really want to go?" Song Nianhe asked tentatively, "Want to get first place?"

Song Weiyi replied: "Mom, it doesn't matter whether I win the first place or not, I want to play. Of course, with my strength, young master, the first place will definitely be mine."

Song Nianhe: "..."

This is a lot like his dad.

Narcissism!

Shit!

"What's wrong, Mom?" Seeing her speechlessness, Song Weiyi asked, "Don't you agree with me participating in the competition? Why?"

"I...I don't disagree."

"Then you come with me." Song Weiyi said, "You have been busy working all day. It's very hard. It's time to go out and have some fun. Just treat it as a vacation."

Yes, Song Weiyi has arranged everything for her.

Everything Song Nianhe wanted to say before was blocked.

After a long while, she asked: "Xiao Yi, the chief judge of this competition...do you know?"

"I know, I know," Song Weiyi answered fluently, opening his mouth, "It's Teacher Shen! The best and youngest female violinist in the country, she is so beautiful, she looks gentle and gentle, I really like her."

Song Nianhe: "..."

What else could she say? What was there to say?

She knew that her son was a fan of Shen Yiyue!

Those who play the violin will definitely have admiration for the great masters in this field.

How to do it.

Song Nianhe has one head and two heads.

When the time came, Song Weiyi saw Shen Yiyue and insisted on taking a photo, adding his contact information, and becoming a disciple...

How does this situation end?

Seeing her silence, the clever Song Weiyi also noticed something.

He hugged Song Nianhe's neck, leaned over, and said in a sweet voice: "Mama, don't you want to go? Don't you want to accompany me? It's my first time to travel far away from the capital, and I still really want you here. Around me."

How could Song Nianhe withstand this act of coquettishness?

Besides, she was really worried about her son going to Sicheng alone.

Just as she was about to agree, Song Zhixu sat over with a tea cup and asked casually: "Where are you going?"

Before Song Nianhe spoke, Song Weiyi had already replied: "Uncle, Mom and I are going to Sicheng!"

Song Zhixu's hand shook.

The tea splashed out and sprinkled on the back of his hand.

It's a little hot, but it doesn't bother me.

For Song Zhixu, what shocked him even more was...

The mother and son are going to Sicheng!

That's Si Moli's territory!

At this moment, let alone Song Zhixu sitting opposite and Xu Anya not far away.