Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

Three years later.

Central Airport.

Fang Jianning walked out of the airport wearing a wide hat and pulling a suitcase.

Behind him, followed by two small dumplings carved in powder and jade.

The boy was slightly taller, wearing a peaked cap and a black mask, and casually pulling a small black suitcase with one hand.

The other is a little girl in a pink princess dress, who is cute and well-behaved, pushing her little pink box hard with her two little hands.

Adults and children, each with outstanding temperament, immediately attracted the attention of passengers coming and going.

"Is it a child star? She looks too good-looking."

"That little boy is so cute, so pretty at such a young age?"

"The little girl is too pretty, she looks like a little princess in a fairy tale, and the way she pushes the suitcase is too cute."

The two little dumplings, listening to the envy and praise of the people around them, looked at each other, looked at the people around them tacitly, and smiled sweetly.

"Ah, you still smiled at me, how obedient you are!"

Fang Jianning took off half of his sunglasses, turned his head and glanced at the two "attracting bees and butterflies" twins, and shook his head helplessly.

"Fang Sirui, didn't I tell you to help my sister?"

The little boy shrugged, and his little hands were going to pull the box in his sister's hand.

Before touching the hand, the little girl snapped it and said coquettishly, "I don't want my brother's help. This is my prop. If you take it away, what kind of concave shape should I use?"

Fang Jianning, one head and two big, trotted up to Fang Siyao, pulled up Fang Siyao's small pink mask, and put it on for Fang Siyao.

"Didn't Mom say it? Wear a mask properly and don't show off."

Fang Siyao pouted: "Yaoyao and brother are not ugly, why does mother want to cover our faces?"

Fang Jianning paused for a moment. It's not because the twins look so much like Bo Siheng.

If Bao Siheng saw two children who were so similar to him, even if he didn't directly take them back for a paternity test, he would definitely follow the clues and investigate.

If she knew that Fang Jianning was still alive, in Bo Siheng's eyes, she would be a woman who faked her death and went abroad to give birth to a child.

According to Bo Siheng's personality.

It is very likely that she will make a fake show and leave this brave new world.

If Xu Shaohan hadn't said that Fang Jianning's mother might be dying soon, she wouldn't have taken the risk of bringing her two children back to see this titular grandmother for the last time.

"Wearing a mask is to prevent the spread of germs. Mom has a cold. You should wear a mask so that you will not be infected by your mother."

After all, Fang Jianning coughed a few times on purpose.

Fang Sirui glanced at his mother's poor acting skills in disgust, and raised his chin: "Mommy, I'm going to the bathroom."

Fang Jianning looked around, found the sign, and led Fang Sirui to the door.

"You go in by yourself, you have to be careful, you know?" Fang Jianning reminded like a mother.

Fang Sirui leaned the suitcase in his hand against the corner, feeling dissatisfied: "I know Mommy, I'm not a three-year-old anymore."

He has already passed his third birthday, why does Mommy still treat him as a child.

When Fang Sirui walked into the bathroom, a tall man bumped into him, almost knocking him to the ground.

"Uncle, why don't you look at the road?" Fang Sirui raised his head, facing the man's fierce gaze, his little hands trembled.

The man seemed to be glaring at Fang Sirui angrily, and unconsciously hid his hands deeper in his arms, without saying a word, lowered his head even lower, and walked out quickly.

Fang Sirui was dazed for a second, and after the man left, Fang Sirui finally saw behind the man, there was a man in a black suit washing his hands in front of the sink.

At first glance, it's all legs.

Fang Sirui's gaze landed on the man's pants, then looked at the man's face and said, "Uncle, you'd better check your pockets to see if you lost anything."

The man washing his hands paused, turned his head and looked down, and landed on Fang Sirui: "Are you talking to me?"

Seeing the man's face clearly, Fang Sirui's round eyes widened a little.

Why does this uncle look so much like him?

But for a moment, Fang Sirui came back to his senses, nodded, and pointed to Bao Siheng's pocket.

"The person who bumped into me just now was sneaky, and uncle, your pocket lining turned out a little."

Bao Siheng narrowed his eyes.

Pulling out the handkerchief from his chest, while drying the water on his hands, he bent down and squatted in front of Fang Sirui: "You are very smart, what's your name?"

Fang Sirui shook his head: "Mummy said that you can't tell others your name casually. Uncle, don't you go after that person?"

"Need not."

I was originally planning to find out the person who instigated me behind the scenes, so now I'm going after him, isn't it just pretending for nothing?

Bao Siheng looked at the little boy whose face was covered by a mask.

Although he was still a child, his eyes were clear and bright, especially the mole at the corner of his eye, why did he look so similar to himself?