Chapter 7 Living at Si Boheng’s house

She entered the bedroom and put Yan Rongrong into pajamas. Si Boheng stood at the door and asked.

"How is she? If she's sweating, turn down the air conditioner."

The housekeeping aunt came out and closed the door gently.

"I'm not sweating, but I guess I'm hungry. I heard my stomach rumbling."

Si Boheng was stunned for a moment, and the housekeeping aunt smiled.

"Then let me go and make some food for the lady?"

"No, your work is over."

The housekeeping aunt packed her things. When she went out, she took off her shoes and put them in her bag before leaving.

Si Boheng gently opened the bedroom door. The curtains were drawn and the light was very dark. The girl was still sleeping soundly. He stood beside the bed and looked at the girl's peaceful sleeping face. She was a very delicate girl with soft facial features and beautiful lips. The shape is also very beautiful, like a peach, and you can smell the sweet taste just by looking at it.

The sweetness of those lips that night flashed through Si Boheng's mind.

A certain part of his body began to react uncontrollably. He cursed himself as a beast and hurried out of the bedroom.

I ran into the bathroom and took a cold shower, then went into the kitchen.

Even in an open kitchen, no matter how well-equipped it is, the smell will still spread into the home. As Yan Rongrong slept in a daze, she smelled a sweet rice fragrance with a rich milk smell.

She sat up, still a little confused.

This is the bedroom. Did Mr. Si take her home? Or took it to the hotel?

I went downstairs and turned on the lights. I saw a very cool and cool-toned bedroom. The curtains were taupe, and the sheets and quilts were all dull colors, which was in line with Mr. Si's cold temperament.

She opened the door and walked out, smelled the smell and went over. She saw Si Boheng busy in the kitchen. Yan Rongrong pursed her lips slightly. She felt that Mr. Si was very approachable.

"Can you still cook?"

Si Boheng heard the sound and turned around. When he saw the girl wearing a light-colored suspender nightgown, standing there slim and graceful, he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes.

"Are you awake? How are you? Are you feeling well?"

Yan Rongrong nodded and took a few steps towards the kitchen.

"I'm fine, thank you."

Si Boheng's eyes fell on her feet and he frowned.

"I forgot to buy you slippers."

Yan Rongrong looked down at her feet, her white toes moved, and said a little embarrassed.

"Well, I'm fine, that's all."

Si Boheng walked to her side and bent down to hug her.

Yan Rongrong quickly backed away and looked at him nervously.

"You...what are you doing?"

"Don't move!"

Si Bo Heng's voice was low and he couldn't refuse. His face was rather timid and he didn't dare to move anymore. He was hugged by Si Bo Heng.

Yan Rongrong's little heart was beating a little erratically, and she hugged Si Boheng's neck with a blushing face, but she didn't dare to hug too tightly, as it would seem too intimate, but if she let go, she would be afraid of falling.

She was so confused that she lowered her head and didn't dare to look up at him.

Until she was nineteen years old, she had never been so close to a man. Even her own father might not have hugged her a few times.

Si Boheng put her on the chair in the dining room. Yan Rongrong immediately retracted her legs, sunk her whole body into the chair, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Si Boheng glanced at her feet again.

"After dinner later, I will take you to the supermarket to buy your daily necessities and toiletries. I just bought you a few clothes. Don't go barefoot anymore. It's not good to catch a cold."

Yan Rongrong heard him talking about clothes, and belatedly realized that she was wearing a skirt, a very beautiful striped nightgown.

Her face suddenly turned red. She had changed her clothes, but she and Si Boheng were the only two people in the room. She blinked a few times, glanced at Si Boheng secretly, and then again Lower your head.

Seeing how she wanted to ask but also tried desperately to hide, Si Boheng couldn't help but find it funny, but he didn't tease her and said directly.

"The housekeeping aunt came to change your clothes."

Yan Rongrong raised her head and said oh, but the heat on her face still didn't go away. She probably didn't get along with men very much, so why did she always feel nervous.

Si Boheng stood up and walked into the kitchen.

"I'll get you some porridge."

The white porridge has a little chopped vegetables and milk, which is full of milky flavor.

Yan Rongrong smelled it, raised her head and smiled.

"Mr. Si, I didn't expect you could cook?"

Si Boheng turned his head and coughed lightly.

"I can cook porridge, but I can't do anything else."

Yan Rongrong took a mouthful of porridge in her mouth, and after hearing this, she still brazenly praised.

"The porridge you cooked is delicious, it's already very impressive."

Si Boheng didn't expose the little girl's kindness. He sat at the table and watched Yan Rongrong eating the porridge one spoonful at a time. When he saw half the bowl of porridge was finished, he asked.

"Did you have any conflicts with your parents during the day?"

Yan Rongrong's hand holding the spoon paused and nodded slightly.

"Um"

Si Boheng pondered for a while.

"Because of the child?"

Yan Rongrong shook his head.

"no"

She raised her head and looked at Si Boheng, her eyes red.

"We have three children in our family. I have an older brother and a younger brother. I am the least promising one. I have not even passed the undergraduate level, so I am not qualified to continue schooling. My mother..."

She frowned, shook her head slightly, and didn't want to talk any more.

She always felt that it was very pretentious to tell the bad things about her family. She was not looking for sympathy from anyone, and to her, Mr. Si might be a slightly more special person than a stranger. They were not even friends. , why are you telling people this?

Seeing her silence, Si Boheng did not ask further questions, but said.

"Then what are your plans next? Are you still going home?"

Without waiting for Yan Rongrong to speak, he continued.

"You are pregnant with my child, and I have the responsibility to take care of you. If your parents can't take care of you, why don't you...stay here? I will take care of you, don't worry, I am not a pervert, I won't What to do to you."

Yan Rongrong pursed her lips and looked at Si Boheng.

Seeing her silence, Si Boheng was a little anxious. Just as he was about to give some more advice, he heard what Yan Rongrong said.

"Mr. Si, I'm sorry to bother you. When the baby is born, I... will leave by myself."

Si Boheng frowned slightly but didn't say anything.

She originally thought this bowl of milk porridge was delicious, but when she ate the remaining half of the bowl, she always felt that the sweet flavor was gone.

Her mind was in a mess. One moment she thought of her mother scolding her girl for being lazy and greedy, and telling her to run away and not come back. The next moment she thought that her baby would have to be raised by others, which made her feel particularly uncomfortable.

Si Boheng went into the bedroom to change clothes. When he came out, he found that Yan Rongrong had not finished half the bowl of porridge, so he said.

"If you can't eat, don't eat. Just eat until you're full."

Yan Rongrong picked up the bowl and drank it all in a few mouthfuls. She stood up and looked at Si Boheng and asked.

"Are we going out now?"