Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

Fang Jianning was taken aback, and laughed: "What are you talking about? Didn't Mommy tell you? Your daddy is doing experiments at the North Pole."

Fang Sirui tilted his head and pointed at Bao Siheng's back: "But why does that uncle look so much like me?"

Fang Jianning was taken aback, did Si Rui see Bao Siheng just now?
By the way, Bo Siheng also came out of the bathroom just now!
Fang Jianning suddenly became nervous, and held Fang Sirui's arm: "Did he see your face? Is the mask always on? Did he talk to you? Did he ask your name?"

Fang Sirui was startled by Fang Jianing's reaction, why is Mommy so nervous?

"Didn't see my face, I've been wearing a mask, Mommy, what's wrong?"

Fang Jianning breathed a sigh of relief, and grabbed a small dumpling with one hand: "Mommy is worried about you. There are a lot of human traffickers now, and they like to abduct good-looking children, so you must be careful, and stay away from that uncle in the future. Don't let him see your faces, understand?"

The two children looked at each other, and then obediently replied: "Got it."

Fang Jianning didn't dare to stay at the airport any longer, and led the two children into a taxi and rushed to the hotel.

In the car, Fang Sirui lay down in front of the car window, through the glass, he saw the limousine not far away.

He remembered that the one with the little winged figure seemed to be called Rolls-Royce.

The uncle, who looked very similar to him, got into the car with a child about his age in his arms.

Isn't that uncle really his father?

Fang Sirui thought, and silently wrote down the license plate.

Inside the Rolls Royce—

Bao Siheng was giving instructions through the Bluetooth headset: "Well, follow the positioning signal to find the person behind him. All the information will be sorted out within an hour and placed on the desk in my office."

Sitting in the co-pilot, Bao Siyin pulled off Bao Siheng's Bluetooth headset impatiently: "When picking up your biological sister and son, can you concentrate and focus on us?"

Bao Siheng just frowned, and glanced at Bo Yan on the rear safety seat through the rearview mirror.

Bo Yan ignored what happened in the front row and focused on his phone.

Bao Siyin felt that the two father and son were really bored, so he ignored it, took out the mirror and lipstick from his bag, and started to touch up his makeup.

"By the way, at the airport just now, I saw a little boy who looks like your little ancestor."

Bao Siheng thought of the little boy he met in the bathroom just now: "It's just that the eyes are a bit similar."

"Did you see it too? That's a family of three. That woman is really lucky. Although the two children are wearing masks, they should both look good. I saw that child has a younger sister, and I always feel as if I've seen it somewhere... ..."

Bao Siyin pursed her lips, feeling that the color was not even enough, so she wiped it on twice more.

As Bao Siyin said this, the mother and daughter that he saw when he walked out of the bathroom suddenly appeared in Bao Siheng's mind. It seemed that when he saw him, he immediately lowered his head.

The little girl's eyes seemed familiar to him, where did he see them?
Suddenly, Bao Siheng braked, Bao Siyin's hands trembled, and he applied lipstick to his cheeks.

"Bo Siheng! What are you doing!" Bao Siyin cursed, and quickly took out a tissue to wipe the lipstick on his face.

Bo Siheng realized his gaffe, first turned around and glanced at Bo Yan.

Fortunately, Bo Yan is fine, and is still sitting firmly in the safety seat, just looking at him with a frown.

Bo Siheng suppressed his emotions.

He remembered that the little girl's eyes looked exactly like Fang Jianning.

One is like him and the other is like Fang Jianning, how can there be such a coincidence in the world?
Is that woman alive? !
But Bo Yan is still in the car, if not...

Bao Siheng recalled the scene when Bo Yan was on the road when he was a child, he suddenly chased a woman, called Mommy Mommy, and almost got into a car accident when he ran to the road.

The steering wheel is gripped even tighter.

Bao Siheng was silent for two seconds, parked the car on the side of the road, and unbuckled his seat belt: "Take him back, I have something to deal with."

After all, he turned around, hailed a taxi and left.

"Bo Siheng, did you make a mistake!" Bao Siyin said a few words in dissatisfaction, glanced at the little ancestor in the back row, and spoke with some distress.

"Bo Yan, your father is in a hurry, aunt will take you home first?"

Bo Yan's small face showed no emotion, he just lowered his head and said "oh", and continued to play with his mobile phone.

It's just that the force of pressing the button seems to be a little stronger than before.