Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

The phone rang suddenly, Jiang Cong trembled, and the moment his hands shook, it pulled the leader even tighter.

It looks like a murder scene!

Jiang Cong lowered his head in panic, and met a pair of sinister eyes, almost scared out of his wits.

"Bo...Mr. Bo, don't get me wrong, I...I'm just going to untie your tie for you..."

Holding his breath, Bao Siheng pushed him away, and got up quickly. He didn't have time to talk to him about this. He untied his tie with one hand, and picked up his phone at the same time.

It was an unfamiliar number, but the voice was familiar to him.

Seeing Bao Siheng rushing forward all the way, his face as black as coal, Jiang Cong couldn't say anything, let alone ask, so he could only silently quicken his pace and follow behind him.

The door of the ward was suddenly kicked open from the outside, and the scene inside the room made Bao Siheng's eyes sink for an instant.

The man who was feeding the woman stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked towards the door.

"Mr. Bo, you are here!"

An Ting got up and just took two steps forward when Bao Siheng at the door suddenly rushed up and punched him in the face. The unexpected attack caused An Ting to stagger and almost fell, spilling the porridge in his hand all over.

"What did you do to her? An Ting, you have a good plan to hide her for so long!"

"what are you doing?"

A sharp voice sounded, and the anger on Bao Siheng's face instantly froze, and then turned into shock. He turned his head mechanically, and looked at the person on the hospital bed in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that this guarded and hostile voice came from Fang Jianning's mouth!
He was very familiar with that face, with big almond eyes and slightly raised lips, but the expression on that face was indifferent, as if he didn't know him at all.

"...Jane Ning?"

Bo Siheng spoke sourly, rushed over and tried to hug her, and whispered in his mouth: "Jianning, tell me what happened? I'm sorry, it's my fault..."

But the moment his hand touched her body, he saw her swiftly dodge sideways, and swung him away with another backhand slap, with a cold gleam in her eyes.

The arm was being pricked with a needle, and blood-red liquid was already spreading in the rubber tube at this moment, which showed how hard she had slapped her.

Bao Siheng stared at her blankly, with shock and fear in his eyes, and even disbelief, but her eyes were cold, showing no room for comment.

Bao Siheng turned his head to look at An Ting again.

An Ting slowly cleaned up the porridge on his clothes, then slowly raised his eyes to look at Bao Siheng, shrugged: "You see, it's like this, she may not know you anymore!"

"This is impossible!"

Bao Siheng turned his head to look at Fang Jianning again, and fixedly looked into her eyes.

"I'm Bo Siheng, it's Bo Siheng!"

"Bo Siheng?" Fang Jianning frowned slightly, chewing on these three words, then shook his head: "I don't know."

Like a thunderbolt hitting the top of his head, Bao Siheng was shocked, and it took him a while to react. He grabbed her hand and raised his voice unwillingly: "Fang Jianning, what are you kidding? You said you don't know me ? How could you not know me?"

"Let go!"

Fang Jianning frowned and struggled desperately. She really didn't know the man in front of her. The moment he entered the door, she automatically searched her memory, and there was no trace of him.

But she didn't know why he acted like he was familiar with her, which made her, who had been rejecting others, full of discomfort.

The more the other party struggled, the tighter Bao Siheng held onto her, as if she would disappear if he let go, he held her hand tightly, and roared while suppressing his anger.

"Look at me, Fang Jianning, look at me! Tell me, who am I, who am I?"

"Sir, I think you have the wrong person!"

Fang Jianning gritted his teeth and pulled his hand out of the opponent's palm, quickly wiped it on the quilt, and said coldly: "I don't understand what you are talking about at all, and I am not what you said Fang Jianning, I am I think you must have made a mistake!"

The other party's subconscious action of wiping his hands on the quilt stung Bao Siheng's heart. The disgust in her eyes was undisguised. She actually felt that even touching her made her sick?
The hands beside him were clenched into fists. Bao Siheng was about to explode, but reason forced him to calm down first.

Realizing that his stinky face might have frightened her, Bao Siheng pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled at her, trying to make himself look not so bad, but he didn't want that expression to be uglier than crying.

"Oh, you're kidding me again, how could you not be Fang Jianning..."

"It's true that my name is Jianning, but my surname is not Fang." Fang Jianning looked at the man opposite him coldly, "Maybe the same name has caused you to misunderstand something, but I am indeed not the person you are looking for, sir, please leave Well, I'm going to rest."

It looked like there was no trace of acting, Bao Siheng's lips moved, but he couldn't say a word, and then he accepted the fact that Fang Jianing had forgotten him.

What exactly is going on?In the end what happened?How did she become like this?
He lowered his eyes, clutching the sheet under her tightly, with deep pain in his eyes.

Fang Jianning looked warily at the man in his eyes, feeling that he was baffled, but when she saw him lower his eyes, she seemed to be able to sense a layer of sadness around him that was invisible to the naked eye.

She was startled, thinking it was her own illusion, so she didn't care.

After all, Bao Siheng was still not reconciled, he raised his eyes to look at Fang Jianning again, but her expression was still indifferent as if she was a different person.

"...Jianning..." He slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to hold her hand, but just as he stretched out his hand, he saw that the other party quickly took his hand away, and there was a hint of intimidation in his guarded eyes. Flashes of anger and disgust.

Bao Siheng raised his hand for a moment, then lowered it silently, the corners of his lips pursed into a straight line, then quickly got up, grabbed An Ting's collar, his eyes that were growing angry seemed to burn him Exhausted.

"What did you do to her? Why did she become like this? Tell me, tell me!"

The broken and rough voice made An Ting's ears buzz, and he tilted his neck back helplessly.

"Mr. Bo, it was already like this when I saw her. If I really did something to her, why did I call you to inform you that she is here?"

When she woke up, the strange man was still beside her bed, which made it difficult for Fang Jianing to adapt.

"Hungry, I have prepared food for you!"

Bao Siheng opened the lunch box, and the rich yam scent immediately permeated. Before the lunch box was handed to him, Fang Jianning subconsciously backed away.

The man wasn't annoyed, he scooped up the yam porridge and was about to deliver it to her mouth.

"The doctor said that you can only eat liquid food recently, yam porridge is the best food supplement, try it, it's delicious!"

"Sir," Fang Jianning frowned, "I told you, I don't know you!"

"It's okay, my name is Bo Siheng, you know each other now!"

The man said, and sent the spoon forward again.

I have seen thick-skinned people, but I have never seen such thick-skinned people!