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

Song Weiyi pursed his lips: "I forgot to bring my pajamas. I thought you were sitting over there in the living room. There was no one else in the room. My pajamas were placed in the cloakroom. I could walk there in three or two steps, so that's why Ran out."

"Okay, okay, it's a small matter." Song Nianhe touched his head, "Are you tired today? Are you scared?"

Song Weiyi nodded, then shook his head: "I'm fine Mom, don't worry."

He still cared about Song Nianhe's feelings, fearing that she would worry about him, so he looked strong.

In fact, any child who has experienced these things would not be afraid of being suddenly taken away from the bathroom by a strange man and taken home to house arrest.

Song Nianhe said: "I'll get you pajamas."

By the time Song Weiyi came out of the bathroom, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

Mother and son were lying on the bed.

Song Wei also insisted on sleeping with Song Nianhe in his arms, tightly next to her.

Song Nianhe hugged him, let him lie in her arms, and patted his back again and again.

"Xiao Yi, can you tell mom what happened in the airport bathroom today?"

"Ok!"

Song Wei also told the whole story of the incident.

Song Nianhe was speechless.

In other words, Si Moli didn't actually notice Song Weiyi at all. He took the initiative to come over, talk to Si Moli, and watched Si Moli get into the trumpet, and then the next series of things happened.

It’s not necessarily a good thing that my son is too good at socializing and too timid!

"He is a weird guy, and a little bad." Song Weiyi commented, "I don't like him, and I want to hide when I see him. But Mom, he is another uncle. I think he is very kind. He knows you, He still has your phone number, and he helped me escape."

"That's your Uncle Sheng."

"Uncle Sheng?"

Song Nianhe nodded: "Yes. You will get to know him gradually in the future. He is my very good friend and boss."

"What about the bad uncle who took me away?" Song Weiyi asked, "Who is he?"

Song Nianhe remained silent.

Song Weiyi tilted his head and thought for a while, then looked at her: "Mama, he said he is my father. He also said that he and I look very similar. I looked in the mirror again and again when I was taking a shower. ...It does look a bit like it. What's going on? Is he really my father?"

"Or, it's just a coincidence. There are also many people who have nothing to do with each other, but they look alike. The bad uncle is so neurotic that he definitely said that I am his son. He also wants to see you and ask me to contact my family. Huh, I won’t be fooled by him.”

Seeing that Song Nianhe still didn't speak, Song Weiyi became more curious and panicked.

"Mama, can't it be, he is my father!"

Song Nianhe stroked his head: "Xiao Yi..."

How should she answer this question.

To admit it honestly, or to find an excuse to pass it off?

But you can hide it for a while, but you can't hide it forever. Although Xiaoyi is still a child now and still knows nothing about many things, sooner or later Xiaoyi will grow up and know.

Song Nianhe was entangled in his heart.

After thinking about it for a while, she did not answer directly, but avoided the topic, lowering her head to meet Song Weiyi's curious and confused eyes.

"Mom wants to ask you another question first." She said, "If there is a high chance that you will meet the bad uncle in the competition tomorrow, will you still be willing to participate in this competition?"