Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

In the dark night of the street, a man in sportswear and a peaked cap rushed out of the alley.

He looked back nervously, finally got rid of that guy, and he was relieved. He tore off his peaked cap and threw it into the trash can by the side of the road, then raised his head to identify the direction, and moved towards the goal.

"Boss, I'm back!"

When Jiang Cong returned to the hotel, he saw the figure with his head buried in front of the computer at a glance. He was startled for a moment, the smile on his face was a little wide, and he walked over slowly.

"Boss..."

"came back."

Bao Siheng didn't lift his head, and his voice was flat and straightforward, without any emotion.

"Boss, you are too perfunctory!" Jiang Cong said with grievances all over his face: "You don't know how I got here these two days, that guy Smith..."

"You don't have to go in the future."

Jiang Cong, who was chattering, was suddenly interrupted. He looked at Bao Siheng in surprise: "No...boss, why? Didn't you say..."

"I found her."

"Find... found it?" Jiang Cong's eyes suddenly lit up after he realized it: "Boss, have you found Miss Fang? Really?"

Talking about Jiang Cong looking around excitedly, the hard work of these months was finally not in vain, he became excited all over: "Where is Miss Fang! Why didn't I see..."

Just as Jiang Cong was talking, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right. The air around him seemed to be a few degrees colder than before. He turned to look at his boss with a stiff face.

Bao Siheng's face was already darker than the sky outside.

That's right, the chill emanated from Bao Siheng's body.

From the looks of it, the person should not be brought back, Jiang Cong sneered and took a step back silently, "Boss...boss..."

In the room, Jian Ning looked at An Ting who was making the bed for herself, and hesitated whether to speak.

"Jianning, did you scare you today?"

An Ting spoke first, breaking the silence.

"No!" Jian Ning shook her head, approached An Ting, and tentatively asked in a low voice, "It's just, Ting, that man today...does he know me?"

An Ting stopped what he was doing, looked up at Jian Ning, "Why do you say that?"

"Today...he called me by my name..." As he said that, seeing An Ting's face seemed to be a little darker, and inexplicable fear came to his heart, Jian Ning twisted his hands together, and hurriedly added: "Oh , but he doesn't seem to be looking for me, he seems to be looking for someone named Fang Jianning, which is a bit similar to my name!"

An Ting looked at her quietly, did not speak, was silent for a while, he slowly raised his hand and grabbed Jian Ning's hand, then pulled her into his arms, and asked softly: "What about you, Jane Ning, tell me, do you know him?"

Jian Ning thought about it seriously before shaking her head, "I don't know you!"

"Then you..." An Ting paused, and continued, "Do you want to know him?"

Jian Ning's eyes widened, but seeing An Ting's nervous expression, Jian Ning squeezed out a smile and shook his head: "No, I don't want to!"

"You really don't want to?"

"Well, I really don't want to!"

An Ting stared closely at Jian Ning's eyes, only to see that those eyes were clear and bright, without any concealment, An Ting's heart was relieved a little, his face softened, and he stretched out his hand to caress Jian Ning hair, and then gently hugged her into his arms.

Jian Ning leaned on An Ting's shoulder, feeling that the other's mood became calmer, she raised the corner of her mouth slightly.

Ting must be worried that he will be involved with other men, right?
She knew how much An Ting cared about her. As a wife, she was obliged to give him enough sense of security!

She slowly raised her hand, put it on An Ting's back, and gently stroked his back like smoothing a cat's fur.

Feeling Jian Ning's comfort, An Ting hesitated for a moment, then asked softly: "Jian Ning, can I stay in your room tonight?"

Jian Ning was shocked and let go of her hand suddenly.

The sparkle in An Ting's eyes flickered, he pushed Jian Ning out of his arms, looked into her eyes and asked, "Why, Jian Ning, don't you want to?"

Being stared at by him like this, Jian Ning felt uncomfortable all over, and she avoided looking elsewhere: "No, I... I just..."

"You can't accept me yet, can you?"

Jian Ning blushed, but didn't know how to speak.

An Ting stared at her quietly for a while, sighed leisurely, then lowered his head and smiled, stood up, and walked out.

"...Ting!"

Jian Ning turned around with him: "Ting, I..."

"Jian Ning, you don't have to feel guilty!" An Ting also turned around, her voice still gentle: "You just woke up, and you forgot a lot of things, and you can't accept me for a while, it's normal, it's okay, take your time." Slow down!"

After finishing speaking, he smiled softly at Jian Ning again: "Jian Ning, take a good rest!"

Watching An Ting walk out of her room, Jian Ning's expression calmed down a little, and her tightly knit hands slowly loosened.

The moment the door was closed, the smile on An Ting's mouth collapsed instantly, and his eyes became cold.

Bao Siheng, you are so talented, you can find this place so quickly, you really underestimated him!

Jian Ning smoothed the crumpled sheets, then lay down on it, pulled the quilt to her chest, and closed her eyes.

After a while, she opened her eyes again, and turned her face to look out of the window, Jian Ning's eyes were stained with sadness.

I wanted to have a good sleep, but for some reason, when I closed my eyes, my mind was filled with images of meeting that strange man during the day.

Who is that man?
It was obviously the first time I saw those eyes, why did she have a feeling of déjà vu?
Is it...

Did they really know each other before?

Could it be that the person he was looking for was really her?
No, no, the person he was looking for was Fang Jianning, and it was obviously not him!
A series of questions filled Jian Ning's mind, but she couldn't find any answers except for troubles, so she could only force herself to divert her attention.

"Boss, I'm leaving!"

Watching Jiang Cong put on his tracksuit again, Bao Siheng said slowly: "I told you that you don't have to go anymore."

Jiang Cong shook his head: "Let's go!"

Hearing about the day's events from Bao Siheng, Jiang Cong already understood that the current situation was still difficult. An Ting's daring to settle down here meant that he was fully prepared.

Although Bo Siheng didn't mention Fang Jianning's condition, Jiang Cong could probably guess from Bao Siheng's blackened face that Fang Jianning's condition was not good. They wanted to find Fang Jianning and take her away. Bringing it back may not be such an easy task!
Putting his hand on the doorknob, Smith's affectionate face flashed across his mind. Jiang Cong's face froze for a moment, then he shook his head vigorously, threw that disgusting face out, and then suddenly pulled the door open. door, walked out quickly.