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

Si Boheng thought about it carefully, thinking of his father sitting on the washboard and his mother angrily, this must be a quarrel.

So he nodded without blushing.

"Yes, there was a quarrel, and my mother invited all the family law out."

Yan Rongrong became more nervous when she heard it, and she couldn't care less about the sadness of parting right now, she grabbed Si Boheng's sleeve and said eagerly.

"Hurry up, go home quickly, why are you arguing? I remember that Mom and Dad have a very good relationship."

Yan Rongrong got into the car and was still struggling with this problem, more worried.

She really treats Tang Yunyan like her mother, and she would die of anxiety when they quarreled.

"How is mom feeling now? How did dad upset mom?"

Si Boheng turned his head again, and said without confidence.

"Mom dropped the bowl because of the ginger soup."

Yan Rongrong looked at him with big bright eyes.

"And then? Dad lost his temper? Will he fight back?"

The corners of Si Boheng's mouth twitched fiercely, he hugged Yan Rongrong in his arms, and pressed against his chest to keep her from moving.

"You little girl, why do you keep asking about your parents? You don't even ask me how I've spent this time."

Yan Rongrong leaned on his chest obediently, smelling the familiar smell on his body, her missing turned into love little by little, she grabbed his shirt and squeezed herself into his arms.

"We obviously watch videos every day. My parents are so kind to us. Of course I'm worried when they quarrel. What's going on? Dad didn't do anything, did he?"

Hearing that she was still talking about her parents, Si Boheng lowered his head resentfully, and lightly bit Yan Rongrong's ear.

"ah!"

Yan Rongrong couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, and her face flushed in reaction.

He hurriedly looked to the side, and found that both Aunt Wen and Yuesao, including Geng Huan, had all sat in the back car, and they were not in the same car.

Apart from the driver, she and Si Boheng were the only ones in this car.

Yan Rongrong clenched her fist and hit his chest a few times.

"Did you do it on purpose? You sent people away on purpose, even your son."

Si Boheng hurriedly complained.

"No, I just missed you and wanted to hug my daughter-in-law. They were sensible and got into the car behind by themselves."

"sensible?"

Yan Rongrong was about to be laughed out of anger,

"Yeah, your two sons are really sensible. What's going on with your parents? How's your mother feeling?"

Si Boheng was helpless, seeing that the topic had come back again, he sighed and said casually.

"I'm in a good mood, but recently I didn't practice yoga in the room, but went to the garden to practice."

Yan Rongrong was at a loss, and came out of Si Boheng's arms to look at him.

"What do you mean? Why did you go to the garden to practice? Because it's hot?"

"Because I saw a lot of people in the garden."

Yan Rongrong still didn't understand, what does it have to do with her being angry because so many people saw it?

Si Boheng's words were ambiguous, Yan Rongrong thought for a long time but couldn't understand, so he decided to go back and ask Tang Yunyan.

It took about three hours for the royal family to return to the Si family. Yan Rongrong was a little excited when he saw the Si family villa from a distance.

"Finally home."

After getting out of the car, she went straight to the garden. Unexpectedly, she saw Tang Yunyan in the garden. She was practicing yoga on the big carpet outside the garden.

Following her movements, Yan Rongrong's eyes were full of envy.

Although Tang Yunyan is not young, her body is well maintained, and her curves feel more beautiful than that of young girls.

She blinked, and finally understood what Si Boheng meant.

Is that so?