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

Liang Nianhe looked at his tall back with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Si Moli actually let her go.

It's not his style.

She thought that he would continue to do what he did before, regardless of her feelings and resistance, and would satisfy himself first.

Could it be that... did Si Moli really know that he was wrong? Do you sincerely want to change your past?

A self-proclaimed person like him, who has always had his own way of doing things, would he start to restrain his personality for her?

Liang Nianhe subconsciously licked the corners of his lips, as if his breath and taste still remained.

They have been close together, done the most intimate things, and are very familiar with each other's bodies...

There was a brief silence in the bedroom.

Both of them have their own concerns.

"It's getting late," Si Moli finally spoke first, his voice hoarse, "You go to bed early, I'll leave first."

He didn't bother her again, didn't even look back at her, and left the room in a hurry.

run away.

Because Si Moli was afraid, afraid that if he stayed for one more second, he would regret it, turn around and kiss her lips forcefully to satisfy the desire that was screaming crazily deep in his body.

Therefore, he could only force himself to leave quickly.

Liang Nianhe couldn't be seen anymore, and he couldn't do anything to her.

Liang Nianhe stood there in shock for a while before coming back to his senses.

Si Moli just let her go? Did you leave on your own initiative?

She looked at the open door, blinked, walked over blankly, closed it, locked it, and said to herself: "Si Moli...is he still the Si Moli I know?"

At this time, it was indeed dark and almost early in the morning.

Liang Nianhe's mind was in chaos.

She walked to the bed, looked at the knife on the ground, knelt down and picked it up.

She once held it for self-defense and hid it under her pillow, thinking of dying together with Si Moli. Now, Si Moli took the initiative to give her his life.

"Ugh……"

Liang Nianhe sighed and put away the knife.

Go to bed first. If anything happens, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.

Now I can't think of any clues, let alone do anything.

.........

the next day.

The sun shines in through the gaps in the curtains.

In the room, a rapid ringtone of mobile phone rang.

There is a call.

Liang Nianhe was woken up, and he groped for his phone on the bed in a daze. After catching it, he connected the phone without even looking at it: "Hello?"

"Hey, Liang Nianhe, it's me," Sheng Juanzhi's voice came, "You shouldn't be busy recently, do you have time?"

"President Sheng?"

"Yes, yes, you still remember me," Sheng Juanzhi said, "Then you should also remember that I am your boss."

Liang Nianhe's drowsiness dispersed a little and he responded: "Mr. Sheng, what can I do for you?"

"I have nothing to do, but there is something in the R&D department, and there is something in 'Mohe'. You are the chief formulator, and you have been on strike for so long. Oops... I am exhausted. There are many things that I need from you, and I don't trust leaving them to others. And you know the formula best, I look forward to you coming to work in the company every day!"

Sheng Junzhi's tone was very anxious.

"No matter what, Liang Nianhe, you come here first. Since I am your boss, do me a favor and come to work in the R&D department first. When I find a suitable candidate later, you can leave. May I?"

Liang Nianhe was awake now from his drowsiness.

She sat up on the bed, feeling a little confused.