The full-level boss made trouble in the wealthy family after wearing it back

Bo Yan deeply felt a strange force hindering him, preventing him from seeing clearly the contents of those fragments.

He tried to break free, but this feeling became stronger and stronger.

How is this going? !

Could it be that these fragments are part of my deep memory?

Bo Yan deeply felt the danger, so he struggled hard, but the fragment seemed to be alive, entangled him tightly, making it impossible for him to escape.

At this moment, those fragments suddenly disappeared.

He felt a tingling in his head, and then the scene in front of him changed again.

All the ambiguity disappeared without a trace.

If he hadn't experienced it himself, he would have thought it was a ridiculous dream.

At this moment, Bo Yanshen was lying on the hospital bed, and beside him lay Shang Lingyi in hospital gown, and her face was very pale at the moment.

That pallor was abnormal, like the color of a dead person.

Shang Lingyi's face was ugly and frightening, her lips were chapped and lifeless.

Bo Yan frowned deeply, he felt something crawling into his body.

He immediately reached out to grab it, but he didn't catch anything, like a hallucination.

At this time, a childish voice sounded in Bo Yanshen's ear.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

The little boy's voice was soft and waxy, like cotton candy, but he was shocked when he heard those words.

Bo Yanshen immediately looked at the little guy beside the hospital bed.

I saw that he was delicate and beautiful, and his eyes were black and white, like the brightest stars in the sky, and like the purest and most flawless sapphires.

He is thin and thin, but has exquisite features. He has a distinctive temperament at a young age. Every move reveals a trace of noble elegance, as if he was born with a halo, attracting people.

Seeing this face so similar to his own, Bo Yanshen felt a huge doubt in his heart.

Who is this child?

Why is he here?

Bo Yan looked at him deeply, with deep and complicated eyes.

And the little boy was also staring at him, his expression was very calm, as if he knew that he would appear here, his eyes were like a calm lake.

The little boy looked at Bo Yanshen for a long time, then said slowly, "Dad, don't you know me and Mummy again?"

When Bo Yanshen heard his question, he was stunned for a moment, and then he realized, "Little guy, what did you just say? I forgot you and your mother again? Who is your mother?"

Who is this little guy? !

Why do you call him Dad? !

Who is his mother?

The little boy looked at Bo Yanshen, with stars shining in his blue pupils, "Dad, don't you really remember? My mommy is Shang Lingyi, and she is your wife."

Shang Lingyi, my wife?

Bo Yanshen was a bit overwhelmed, but looking at the face in front of him that was so similar to himself, he still couldn't help asking: "Are you really... my son?"

The little boy nodded, "Of course."

Bo Yanshen: "When will your mother and I..."

Before he finished speaking, the door opened and a woman walked in.

The woman looked about 30 years old, wearing an elegant Tianshuibi cheongsam, her black hair was coiled up high, and she looked dignified and elegant.

She has a peaceful aura that is isolated from the world, and people can't help but settle down after seeing her.

When she saw Bo Yanshen on the hospital bed, surprise appeared on her face, "Yan Shen, you finally woke up, thank God!"

The woman's eye sockets are rosy, and she looks like pear blossoms with rain.

Seeing this woman, Bo Yanshen felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"who are you?"

The woman was slightly taken aback, and then reacted.

"Yan Shen, why have you forgotten me? I am your mother." Her tone revealed sadness, "Have you forgotten?"

"Mom?" Bo Yanshen thought about it carefully, but his mind was still blank and he couldn't think of anything.

He shook his head and said wearily, "I'm sorry, I don't know you, please go away, I need to rest now, we can talk about anything later."

Hearing Bo Yanshen's words, the woman was very sad.

She looked at Bo Yanshen, tears streaming down her face.

"Yan Shen, are you blaming me and your father?" The woman covered her mouth and cried even more sadly.

Looking deeply at the tearful woman in front of him, Bo Yan felt very irritable.

"Madam, you misunderstood. I'm not blaming you. It's just that I need to rest now. Please leave and don't disturb my rest."

Bo Yanshen's attitude was very indifferent.

The woman's crying stopped, she raised her head and looked at Bo Yanshen with tears in her eyes.

She sobbed and said, "Yan Shen, I know you blamed us for leaving you behind. Your father and I have felt guilty all these years, but we also had our own difficulties back then."

Bo Yan frowned impatiently, "You don't need to say more, I don't have time to listen."

Literally gibberish, his parents both died in a plane crash when he was young.

This dream is really nonsensical, and it is really annoying to use his long-dead parents as a play!

Now Bo Yanshen was becoming more and more disgusted with this dream that trapped him, and wished to get rid of it as soon as possible.

"Yan Shen..."

"dad."

The weakness of the two of them did not arouse Bo Yanshen's heart softening.

Bo Yanshen turned his head and saw the little boy. His figure was a little fragile, but he looked very strong, which made people feel protective.

But now he doesn't like this little boy, the person in the dream is just a false shadow, he doesn't need to take it to heart.

The little boy looked at Bo Yanshen with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Bo Yanshen ignored him and turned his head directly.

He doesn't like this little child, and he doesn't treat him as his own.

The little boy stood there, motionless.

Bo Yanshen didn't notice him, and sat up directly from the bed, ready to get out of bed.

At this moment, the little boy suddenly ran to the bed, stretched out his chubby hands to grab Bo Yanshen's arm, and prevented him from getting out of bed.

When Bo Yanshen saw the little boy's behavior, he frowned slightly, "Let go."

The little boy didn't let go, he looked at Bo Yanshen, "Father, you still have injuries on your body, so you can't get out of bed."

"I said, let go." Bo Yanshen's tone was cold.

He doesn't want to have anything to do with anyone in the dream.

He desperately wants to leave the hospital now, he doesn't want to stay here, and he doesn't want to face anyone here.

Bo Yanshen stretched out his hand, wanting to break his little hand, but the little boy was so strong that he grabbed his sleeve tightly and refused to let go.

"Let go." His tone was a bit unfriendly.