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

"Ah, Ali..." Shen Yiyue was the first to react and speak out, with a thin vibrato in her voice, "You, why are you here..."

She swallowed and stood firm, her eyes slightly red.

Si Moli looked at her: "What's going on?"

"I...I don't know either." Shen Yiyue replied, "When I was about to leave, Miss Song came to stop me and wouldn't let me leave. I gently tried to push her away, but couldn't, and then...then I don’t know if it was me or her who knocked something down and it ended up like this.”

She immediately said: "I'm fine, I'm not injured. Miss Song should be fine too, right?"

She looked at Song Nianhe with concern and worry in her eyes.

Be thorough and speak in a flawless manner.

Song Nianhe quickly realized that this might be Shen Yiyue's intention.

He deliberately knocked over the infusion pole, deliberately made noise to attract Si Moli to come over, and also deliberately pretended to be a good boy.

However, she didn't have any evidence, she could only guess.

Song Nianhe looked at Shen Yiyue.

The two women's eyes met in the air.

At the touch of a hair.

With Si Moli present, naturally, they couldn't talk as casually as before.

After a few seconds, Song Nianhe replied: "I'm fine, it's just that the sound was too loud, and it scared me."

"That's good." Shen Yiyue breathed a long sigh of relief, "I was not careful. I'm really sorry. I'm so sorry. It's already inappropriate to disturb you in the ward for so long, and now it's like this..."

After saying that, Shen Yiyue knelt down and said, "I'll clean up and try to restore it to its original state."

She reached out to touch the debris on the ground.

Song Nianhe and Xu Anya looked on without making a sound or stopping him.

Will Shen Yiyue take care of it? What a joke.

Just pretend, just pretend hard.

Just when Shen Yiyue's hand was about to touch the ground, Si Moli bent down and helped her up.

"A Li..."

Shen Yiyue staggered and almost fell into his arms.

The heels are too high.

Si Moli held her steady with his hands and glanced at her slender fingers.

"How can a concertmaster's hands be insured for millions, so how can he do such a rough job?" he said. "What if he gets cut and bleeds, and is unable to play the violin or play for the time being?"

"It's okay. I want to be careful and restore the ward to its original state first."

Shen Yiyue frowned and spoke softly, her voice as gentle as water.

Si Moli said calmly: "Ask someone else to do it."

"Okay," Shen Yiyue responded, "I didn't expect to alarm you, Ali. I'm really... so sorry."

The two people talked as if there was no one around, and the familiarity between their words was something that only comes after years of getting along.

Song Nianhe watched silently.

She didn't feel bad, because she had experienced more painful things than this.

However, Si Moli held Shen Yiyue's hand, and their skin touched each other, which looked very dazzling.

Song Nianhe didn't make a sound to remind him.

Let's see what Shen Yiyue wants to do.

Si Moli came, as Shen Yiyue wished.

what's next?

"Why are you here with Song Nianhe?" Si Moli asked, "You haven't left yet?"

"I……"

"Huh?" Si Moli raised his eyebrows, but let go of his hand, but did not step back and distance himself, "Why are you looking for Song Nianhe?"