Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

"How his temper is is his business, but it doesn't mean that others have to accommodate unconditionally."

Bo's mother shook her head helplessly. Both father and son had the same stubborn temper, and neither could persuade them.

Turning around and seeing Bo's father's ashen face, Bo's mother couldn't bear it, she thought about it for a while, took Bao Siheng's hand again, and continued softly: "I know, the reason you treat your father like this is because Fang Jianning , you and her..."

Bo Siheng coldly interrupted Bo's mother before she could finish her words.

"I don't need the elders to worry about the matter between me and her!"

"Besides," Bo Siheng added again: "No matter what happened to Jian Ning and I, now that we have recognized each other, I also cherish my fate with her. I hope that the two elders will not make things difficult for her. Good! It's getting late, father and mother should go to bed early!"

After finishing speaking, Bao Siheng turned around and left the room. The moment he closed the door, he raised his eyes to meet the person at the door.

"Si Heng..."

Fang Jianning, who had no intention of eavesdropping, was a little embarrassed, "I just put the child to sleep, and I passed by here..."

"I know!" Bao Siheng stepped forward, grabbed Fang Jianning's shoulders, and led her away from this place of right and wrong.

After sending Fang Jianing back to the room, Bao Siheng locked the door behind his back, hugged Fang Jianing tightly into his arms, and began to kiss the back of his head.

"Ah...uh..."

Urgent and rude, as if he was trying to get something, Fang Jianning was completely defeated before he could resist.

After kissing for a long time, until he felt that the breathing of both of them was not smooth, Bao Siheng was willing to back out, then put his head on her shoulder, and hugged her tightly.

Startled by the man's sudden movement, Fang Jianning stood dumbfounded, blushing and heart beating, but a little at a loss: "Si Heng, you..."

"Stop talking, let me hug you!"

The man leaned on her shoulder, his voice was hoarse and tired, Fang Jianning immediately fell silent, tenderness overflowed from her chest, she put her arms around him, and patted his back lightly, like coaxing a child.

Although she didn't know what happened, she was willing to be his safe haven.

She can feel that he has serious concerns, but she can also feel that he doesn't want to talk about it yet.

It doesn't matter, she is willing to wait until he thinks she can share the burden, until he takes the initiative to speak!
Fang Jianning curled her lips and hugged him tightly.

"Jane Ning..."

After a long time, Bao Siheng raised his head from Fang Jianning's shoulders, kissed her on the cheek, and said softly: "This period...may be a bit difficult, thank you for your hard work!"

Fang Jianning knew what he was talking about, and a wry smile flashed across his heart, but he still maintained the gentleness and calmness on the surface, and nodded.

"I know, but I will work hard and do my best!"

Soon, Fang Jianing realized that he still overestimated himself after all.

Early in the morning, as soon as Bao Siheng went out, Fang Jianning ran into Mrs. Lin who hurried over.

"It's not good, young lady, the master is getting angry again!"

Seeing Mrs. Lin's anxious and helpless look, Fang Jianning ran back in a hurry, and at a glance, he saw that the soup bowl he had just brought was smashed to pieces on the ground. dare not come out.

That's the recipe she worked so hard all night to make!

Fang Jianning squeezed her fingers, and with a smile on her face, she asked tentatively, "Uncle, what are you..."

Father Bo stomped his cane on the ground, pointed at the soup on the ground, and shouted, "What are you cooking? Is it for people to drink?"

Fang Jianning glanced at the soup, was stunned for a moment, and still maintained a smiling face: "Pigeon soup, I heard that you like it, I bought fresh pigeons from a nearby farmer's house, what's the matter, doesn't it suit your taste?"

"I didn't know it was a pigeon?" Bo's father glared at her: "You ruined a good pigeon like this! How many times have I told you that pigeon soup should be boiled first, so you just stew it?"

"No! I followed your habit and blanched the water first!"

Father Bo's expression froze for a moment, then he glanced at him and continued to frowned, "You said you were blanched, how long have you been blanched?"

"It's only three to four minutes. If it's too long, the pigeon meat will turn into wood, and it won't taste good!"

"Blanching the water in three or four minutes?" Bo's father became more angry, and suddenly raised his voice: "Isn't it possible to get rid of the filth in ten minutes?"

Fang Jianning stood in embarrassment, nodding repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Uncle, I was negligent, I will definitely pay attention next time, and I will make a new copy for you now!"

"Do not bother!"

Just when Fang Jianning was about to go out, Bo's mother came down from upstairs, holding Fang Jianning's hand with a smile.

"Jian Ning, you are busy with your work, don't worry about him, the old man is nothing more than resentment in his heart, find a place to vent!"

Seeing Bo's mother come to smooth things over, Bo's father couldn't say anything more, he snorted coldly, then turned around angrily and went to the back garden.

Seeing Mother Bao with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, Fang Jianning seemed to see a savior, looked at her gratefully, and whispered: "Thank you, auntie!"

"You're welcome!" Bo's mother patted her hand with a relaxed expression: "I want to thank you, Si Heng and his father both have bad tempers, I've been used to it over the years, it's just bitterness. I'm done with you, in the future, I still need you to take care of me!"

These words were gentle and polite, which immediately made Fang Jianning feel better, and waved his hands again and again: "You are too polite, they are all very good!"

"Jianning, with your words, I feel relieved!" Mother Bo took a deep look at Fang Jianing, and gradually there was some doubt in her expression.

"Hey, Jianning, you seem... different from before!"

Fang Jianning's heart skipped a beat, but he maintained a superficial smile and asked tentatively, "What do you think...is it different?"

"I can't tell you the specifics..." Bo Mu shook her head thoughtfully: "It's just... the impression you give people. You were not like this before. You were always timid, and you didn't dare to look up at people. Very angry!"

Fang Jianning's mouth froze.

Oops!

Why did I forget? In my memory, the original owner looked like this in front of the elders, with low eyebrows, submissive, and not daring to disobey anyone, but I forgot these details when I was busy.

"But it's fine!"

Just when Fang Jianning didn't know what to do, Bo's mother continued to speak: "You look much more lively than before, and you are popular, very good! Very good!"

Seeing that the other party didn't care too much, Fang Jianing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The two chatted with the parents, and Fang Jianing was able to escape.

After today's exchange, Fang Jianning's affection for Bo's mother has increased a lot. It seems that his biggest problem now is how to conquer Bo's father's heart.

Fang Jianning walked out quickly, but did not see the person behind her quietly staring at her back, the smile on her face gradually faded, and her expression became unpredictable.

"My master wasn't so picky before!"

On the way back, Aunt Lin secretly complained to Fang Jianning: "Even if you don't boil the pigeon soup, he won't blame him. Why did he become so bad-tempered this time around? I don't know, I thought he was deliberately targeting the pigeon soup." And you!"

Fang Jianning smiled wryly and shook his head.

Isn't it just intentional targeting!