Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

"Mom, can I give you a hug?"

Bo Yan's sudden question interrupted Fang Jianning's thoughts. She was taken aback for a moment, and then stretched out her hand to him, "Okay, come on!"

She tried her best to make herself happy, and she faintly felt that she seemed to owe this child a lot of happiness.

But Bo Yan didn't rush over happily and get into her arms as she imagined, but walked over slowly, sat down beside her, leaned over and pressed his face against her chest, and then Closing her eyes, she naturally placed her right hand on her chest, making a grasping motion.

Fang Jianning's mind suddenly shook.

She looked at that hand, obviously surprised, but in fact, she could feel that her heart was faintly peaceful, as if... at this moment, she was the biological mother of this child.

Therefore, she can understand all the abnormal behavior of this child.

The reason why he is like this is nothing more than a child who is extremely lacking in love. Through this method, he is instinctively looking for the lack that should belong to him.

This was undoubtedly sad, Fang Jianning's eyes suddenly became moist, she gently stretched out her hand to embrace Bo Yan into her arms, and hummed a lullaby softly.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, my dear baby, mother's hands are gently shaking you,..."

When Bao Siheng walked into the lounge, he saw this scene. He stood quietly at the door, with a trace of guilt in his eyes.

At the same time, Fang Jianning also saw him, she nodded towards him, Bao Siheng understood, and walked in lightly.

"He's already asleep!" Fang Jianning said softly, motioning for Bao Siheng to bring over the blanket from the other side, and wrapped Bo Yan quietly. "This child is so pitiful..." She couldn't help but sigh.

"Back then..." Bao Siheng also showed sadness in his eyes, he quietly looked at Bo Yan who was already asleep, and softly told Fang Jianning about the past.

"I was wrong back then. I was young and energetic, and I didn't know how to cherish the people in front of me. That caused you to run away in anger. Yan Yan left you as soon as you were born and was sent to Bo's house. I thought that all I had to do was give him the best material things. The one who loves him the most, but he doesn't know that this made him lose more..."

"Mother……"

While talking, the two suddenly saw Bo Yan in his sleep and began to whisper.

Mom...don't...don't leave me..."

The little guy frowned tightly, and as he talked, big tears came from the corners of his eyes. Fang Jianning's heart ached, and he hugged him tightly, feeling extremely distressed, and leaned close to him, kissing his cheek, Bian said softly: "Mom is here, mom is by your side, Yanyan, don't be afraid, mom will never leave you, never leave you again, don't be afraid... It's mom who is not good, mom shouldn't be like that To your..."

Bao Siheng also only felt sore and uncomfortable in his heart. He lowered his head and hugged the mother and child, and lightly rested his head on Fang Jianning's forehead, his voice hoarse: "Jianning, it's not your fault, it's me, it's my fault!"

The two were immersed in grief, no one noticed, and there was a pair of eyes staring at everything inside the unclosed lounge door.

In the president's office, Bo Siheng is concentrating on communicating with brain experts from all over the world. He urgently needs a doctor with excellent medical skills to help Fang Jianning recover his memory.

"Mr. Bo!"

Bao Siheng was disgusted by the act of breaking in without even knocking on the door. He frowned and looked up at the person opposite, but when he saw Jiang Cong's secretive expression, he froze for a moment.

"He is back!"

Bao Siheng's face turned cold instantly, "I knew he couldn't bear it anymore."

"The plane came directly to the company just now, and the person will arrive soon!"

"understood."

Bo Siheng closed the computer, started to open the file shredder software, and deleted the contents of the computer one by one, while instructing Jiang Cong.

"Don't say anything about this, especially the other shareholders, block the news of his return to China first, Ningwai, go to prepare the meeting room."

"Yes, Boss!"

Jiang Cong nodded, and just as he turned around, the door of the president's office was kicked open.

A solemn face appeared in sight, the white-haired old man was leaning on a cane with one hand behind his back, scanning everything in the room with a cold face.

Sure enough!

"Second uncle."

Bao Siheng stood up, and then waved to Jiang Cong who hadn't reacted yet: "Jiang Tezhu, you go and arrange the work tasks first, without my permission, don't let anyone disturb you here for the time being."

"Yes, Boss!"

Jiang Cong nodded to Bo Jinfeng: "Hello, old director!" Then he went out quickly and started to act.

"Why did the second uncle return to China suddenly, and why didn't he notify me?"

"Hmph, if I don't come back again, I'm afraid you won't have my second uncle in your eyes?"

"Si Heng dare not!"

Bao Siheng walked over quickly, arranged the main seat on the sofa, and motioned for Bo Jinfeng to sit down, while he himself stood respectfully by the side, offering him a cup of tea with both hands.

"What tea do you drink!"

However, Bo Jinfeng swung his cane over and smashed the teacup on the ground. Bo Siheng's hand hurt from the scalding hot water, but he still clenched his teeth and didn't say a word.

"Bo Siheng, you are so brave! Is the office also a place where you have a romantic relationship? The whole family is brought in, this is the office, not your family's vegetable market!"

Bo Jinfeng still kept a stack of photos in front of Bo Siheng, and the crutch hit the floor with a loud "thud thud" sound: "Look, look, this is a good thing you did, it's unsightly!"

Bao Siheng knelt down and picked up the photos on the ground one by one, tidied them up and held them in his hand, looked at Bo Jinfeng quietly and said: "Thanks to my second uncle for worrying, I am in the United States, but I never forget to send more photos to the company. Several pairs of eyes."

"What do you mean by that?"

Bo Jinfeng was like a cat whose tail had been trampled on, furious: "You mean I'm spying on you? Bo Siheng, who do you think I am, huh?"

"You are my second uncle, always have been."

Bo Siheng stood up, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Oh, you still remember, I'm afraid you've forgotten it long ago, the Bo family I pulled up with one hand is almost without my chair!"

"No, Mr. Bo, you have made great contributions in the past, so the company will naturally not treat you badly, second uncle!"

"how about you?"

Bo Jinfeng raised his head suddenly, and stared quietly into Bao Siheng's eyes, "The company won't treat me badly, what about you, Si Heng, my good nephew?"

Those eyes were piercingly cold, and the fear deep in his memory made Bao Siheng feel cold all over his body, but he knew better than anyone else that the only person who could save him was himself!

So, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, trying to suppress his urge to be manic, and quietly looked into those eyes: "I am the same, second uncle, as long as you have one heart with the company and one heart with the Bo family , I will never treat you badly!"

"well said!"

Bo Jinfeng laughed loudly, but his eyes were still cold. He stood up and pointed his crutch at Bo Siheng's computer: "Come here, take it away, and let me check my nephew's homework!"