Si Moyan's request is very simple, that is, to ask Wen Siyu's live broadcast address.

Then Lin Kexin, who had a big mouth, immediately knew everything and said everything, and while telling the address, he also went out to pick up Si Moyan in person.

This flattering woman nodded her head: "Mr. Si, since you are here, then I won't disturb your two-person world!" I'll be one step ahead! ”

"So, Sister Xin left me like this?"

Si Moyan smiled, slightly retracted the strength in his hand, and held Wen Siyu's hand firmer.

"Isn't there me? Not enough? ”

Such greasy words, but when they reached Si Moyan's mouth, they were filtered, and they were refreshing and a little touching.

"Enough!" Wen Siyu pretended to be pretentious and asked, "Why is it not enough?" ”

But thinking of the live broadcast tipping, she continued to ask: "You come to me?" What's the matter with the gift in the live broadcast room? ”

It didn't stop at all!

It can't be Si Moyan driving and swiping gifts at the same time?

Si Moyan pursed his lips and smiled: "I found a cheap labor!" ”

Ahh

At this moment, Si Yihang sneezed a lot, and didn't forget to complain: "He is definitely not my father!" It's too much of a bully! ”

Half an hour ago:

Si Yihang's little guy had already washed up and fallen asleep, and was suddenly woken up by violent shaking: "What's wrong?" Earthquake!? ”

As a result, it was his father's cold eyes that met him, and Si Moyan shook his head: "There is no earthquake, I have something to find you!" ”

"What?" Si Yihang yawned, because he hadn't slept enough, he rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Si Moyan went straight to the point: "A small favor, it's very simple, after the matter is completed, I can fulfill your wish!" ”

As he spoke, Si Moyan didn't speak in a negotiable tone, and directly handed over his tablet: "Help me continue to brush the gifts!" To the most expensive ......"

Looking at Wen Siyu's live broadcast screen, before he could react, Si Moyan had already begun to urge: "Hurry up and brush the gifts!" Can't stop! ”

"If I'm not number one tonight, I'll ask you!" After speaking, Si Moyan got up and left straight with his long legs.

When Si Yihang reacted, he had already swiped a wave of gifts.

*

Hearing this, Wen Siyu was speechless: "Si Moyan, Hanghang is your own son!" ”

"Hanghang is so cute, how can you bear it!?"

Si Moyan looked indifferent: "A man must be able to endure hardships!" ”

"And- didn't I tell you? Hanghang is not my own son!? ”

When he heard this, Wen Siyu's mouth was open enough to stuff a whole egg: "What!?" Hanghang is not your own son!? ”

Si Yihang's appearance came to mind, and compared with Si Moyan, whether it was eyebrows and eyes, or the tone of speech, or even the way he walked, the father and son were almost identical.

In Wen Siyu's mind, she has always felt that Si Yihang and Si Moyan are father and son who do not need to do any paternity tests.

As a result, at this time, Si Moyan informed Hanghang's true life experience.

Wen Siyu couldn't believe it at all: "How is it possible!?" Hanghang is completely a miniature version of you, he must be your own son! ”

"I'll admit that I don't read much, but you can't take me for a fool, right? I'm not a fool! Wen Siyu emphasized word by word.

Seeing that Wen Siyu's expression was very exciting, Si Moyan looked like he knew it in his chest.

Since it is spoken, it must be made clear.

"What I say is true! Hang Hang Hang is indeed not my son! He is like me because we both have the blood of the Si family—"