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

Chapter 1511: Husband presses shoulders, son beats legs

"Of course I remember, dad. In the bathroom at the airport, you were peeing, and I ran over to talk to you."

"So, you saw it all."

Song Weiyi didn't understand: "What did you see?"

"What did you say you could see?" Si Moli asked, "Xiao Yi, you also said that when you grow up, you will be as big as me."

"Oh oh oh," Song Weiyi suddenly realized, "I saw your little brother... No, eldest brother."

"Then you still think that I can't do it?"

This is the most important issue for men. Si Moli must prove himself!

Song Weiyi asked very humbly: "Dad, does this have anything to do with whether you can have a younger brother or younger sister? Does it mean that the older you are, the more likely you are to have a boy? The younger you are, the more likely you are to have a daughter?"

Si Moli was successfully bypassed by Song Weiyi.

He really couldn't keep up with the wild ideas of children.

Okay, I can't really explain it.

At this time, the car also drove into the Song family villa.

Got home.

Song Weiyi quickly opened the car door and jumped out of the car. Holding the shoulder strap of his schoolbag with both hands, he rushed into the living room. His voice was so loud that it echoed throughout the house: "Mom! Are you ready? Which skirt are you wearing?" Let’s see what the fairy looks like when she comes down to earth!”

Song Nianhe, who had just arrived home, was drinking water. When he heard his son's words, he couldn't help laughing and almost choked.

She was also wearing a more formal women's suit, which looked serious and dull. The word "fairy" had nothing to do with it.

Song Weiyi rushed in front of her and looked up at her: "Why don't you go change your clothes? Mom, I'm waiting to see the fairy."

"What's the hurry? It's still early. We'll leave at six o'clock."

She patted Song Weiyi's head, turned around and walked to the sofa to sit down.

She was really busy today.

As soon as I arrived at the company, I rushed to finish today's affairs early and free up time in the afternoon and evening to attend the birthday banquet.

When she got home, before she could take a breath, her son urged her to change clothes again.

She was like a spinning top.

"Tired?" Si Moli walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, "Today is Friday and tomorrow is the weekend. You can have a good rest."

"Where can I rest? I have to meet clients tomorrow."

"No matter what kind of customer you are, you have to do maintenance on weekends."

Song Weiyi shrugged: "It has been arranged a long time ago, I can't let the pigeons go."

Si Moli bent down and lowered his head to her ear: "How about I go with you?"

"You? Don't scare away my client."

Si Moli laughed softly.

"Okay," he responded, "Since I can't help you much at work, I'll share some of my work with you in life. Director Song, thank you for your hard work. I'll give you a good rub on your shoulders and neck."

Before Song Nianhe could answer, he had already started to take action.

Don't tell me, he seems to have really pressed it twice, and it's quite good.

Fatigue gradually faded away, Song Nianhe relaxed, and sunk into the sofa, head raised, eyes closed, enjoying Si Moli's techniques.

Seeing this, Song Weiyi followed suit and squatted next to Song Nianhe: "Mom, I'll beat your legs!"

The husband presses his shoulders, the son beats his legs...

Song Nianhe is treated like a queen!

Song Wei also felt energetic, clenching his fists and beating them hard.

No skills, just strength.

Song Nianhe couldn't laugh or cry, but it didn't hurt his son's confidence: "Thank you, Xiaoyi, mom understands this, enough is enough, you can rest."