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

Yan Rongrong asked.

"What did Si Ye say? He wants to marry you right away?"

"It seems that he thinks so, but I think we should fall in love first."

Yan Rongrong sighed.

"Talk to the two of you carefully. This is not an external factor, but a matter of the two of you's thoughts. You two should communicate carefully."

With her head down, Qi Yue put her phone on the handsfree and put it on the bed.

"I also told him, find a time to have a good chat, he didn't say anything, just left."

"Then he is angry?"

"I don't know, anyway, I left without saying anything, looking very unhappy."

Yan Rongrong thought about it.

"How about I ask Si Boheng to talk to Si Ye?"

Qi Yue immediately raised her head, a little moved, but after thinking about it, she said again.

"I'll talk to him first and see if we can make an agreement. If we can solve it ourselves, we won't bother your boss."

boss?

Yan Rongrong couldn't help laughing, but after thinking about it, she thought it was a pretty good name, so she decided to try calling it that herself when she went back.

Isn’t that what old couples and old wives used to call them? Lao Li, Lao Wang’s, and Lao Si are quite special.

After comforting Qi Yue for a while, Yan Rongrong hung up the phone.

She went back to the library and studied for more than an hour before packing her things and going home.

As soon as he left the school gate, he saw Si Boheng's car parked outside. This time, this guy learned his skills and didn't stand outside posing, but quietly waved at Yan Rongrong in the car.

Yan Rongrong smiled and walked towards him, Si Boheng quickly opened the door for her.

"Baby, why did you come out so late today? Aunt Wen cooked all the meals at home. "

Yan Rongrong buckled the seat belt by herself and looked ahead.

"Then let's go home quickly, Boss."

Si Boheng was about to start the car, but when he heard the old Si, he was taken aback for a moment, and turned to look at her.

"What did you say?"

Yan Rongrong pursed her lips and suppressed a smile.

"Boss, don't you see that's what those husbands and wives call each other?"

Si Boheng's mouth twitched.

"Then they are only called by middle-aged couples? You call me like that, as if I'm old."

Yan Rongrong looked at him and squeezed his arm.

"Mr. Si, you are almost middle-aged."

Si Boheng: "..."

He didn't want to talk to Yan Rongrong anymore, he felt that he would be pissed off if he continued.

It's only been a while, and he started to dislike him for being old, and Si Boheng instantly felt that he was not happy anymore, and the gentle and sweet baby actually said that he was almost middle-aged.

Si Boheng was still struggling with this problem until he got home.

Yan Rongrong happily washed her hands and sat down at the dining table, while Si Boheng stood outside to smoke.

Ah Yang stood beside him, seeing that the boss who hadn't smoked for a long time actually started smoking, and felt that the matter was a bit serious, so he asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong with you?"

Si Boheng exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced at Ah Yang.

"You said, do those beauty salons really make people's skin firm? Does it look old?"

"what?"

Ah Yang was a little confused, what's going on?Does the boss dislike the young lady's loose skin?But it shouldn't be, the young lady is only 20 years old, isn't this age still young?Still a girl, why is the skin loose?The young lady doesn't look like it, it's full of collagen!

Si Boheng smoked a few more puffs of cigarette, and said to Ah Yang again.

"Look at me carefully, do I look old? Look like a middle-aged person?"

Ah Yang now understands, the emotional boss is talking about himself, but this is even more funny, the boss's face, handsome people and gods are all angry, well, it has nothing to do with middle-aged people.

He quickly shook his head.

"You only look in your twenties, not middle-aged."

Si Boheng didn't believe him at all with his attitude as if he was reporting work, so he waved his hands, knelt down and continued to smoke.

He was thinking, why did Furong start to dislike him for being old?This is terrible, he needs to take care of it.

Just when he was thinking about whether to invest in a laboratory and network global experts to start developing the medicine for eternal youth, Yan Rongrong stood in front of him.

Seeing the young lady coming, Ah Yang tactfully disappeared quickly.

Yan Rongrong also squatted down, hugged her knees with her hands, and looked at Si Boheng.

"Why don't you eat? Are you still smoking? How dare you hold your son after smoking?"

When Yan Rongrong came over, Si Boheng quickly extinguished the cigarette. At this time, he took two steps back slightly, keeping a little distance from Yan Rongrong.

"Is it better this time? Is the smell of cigarettes still strong?"

Yan Rongrong smiled, squatted and took two steps forward, facing him face to face.

"Are you angry? Because I called you Lao Si?"

Si Boheng shook his head.

"No, I just suddenly felt the age gap between myself and you. When I am 50 years old, you are not yet 40 years old. No matter how much you take care of yourself, you will still look like you are in your 20s. I must have loose skin at that time. With a big belly, he has become a middle-aged greasy uncle."

Yan Rongrong looked at him speechlessly.

"I said, Mr. Si, what misunderstanding do you have about yourself? How could you become a greasy uncle?"

She reached out and pinched Si Boheng's face.

"It's your face, even if you gain weight, it won't be greasy. Besides, your body is white and healthy? These abdominal muscles, chest muscles, and..."

Yan Rongrong touched his abdomen, chest, and forearm, until Si Boheng's breathing became unsteady.

"The muscles are so strong, how can there be a big belly?"

Si Boheng swallowed hard, pinched Yan Rongrong's chin, and kissed her.

"Bad girl, scare me."

Yan Rongrong raised her head to greet them, they are now incomparably compatible, no matter what they do, they can be in a heart-to-heart relationship, and understand each other's needs and ideas.

Si Boheng was afraid that he couldn't help it, so he would carry Yan Rongrong back to his room before it got dark, so he decided to stop.

Panting, he leaned against his hairy forehead and asked in a low voice.

"Furry, everyone gets old. I will definitely be older than you. You may still be young at that time."

Yan Rongrong stretched her arms around his neck, brought her lips together and kissed him again.

"So what's the matter? Even if you are old, you are still a handsome uncle, Si Boheng, I love you, not only for the handsome and dazzling you now, but also for the aging you. I called you Lao Si before because I was with you Qi Yue's joke, I apologize to you, I won't call it that in the future."

Si Boheng looked at her, their faces were close at hand, and they could see the strong emotion in each other's eyes, the flower of love, which had already taken root in their hearts, no matter how big the storm was, it couldn't shake it It's every penny.

At this moment, Si Boheng clearly felt that Yan Rongrong's feelings for him were no less than his.

He hugged Yan Rongrong into his arms with all his strength, as if the strength of his arms wanted to integrate her into his own flesh and blood, he loves this kind of Rongrong so much.