Kiss You, Sweetheart

Here, really is his once home!

Bo Jiayan reached out and pushed the gate open. After a little hesitation, he stretched his long legs and stepped into the gate.

Touch the feet, is the soft lawn.

The servant working in the garden, hearing the sound of the door opening, is looking this way. A group of people came into the yard, full of momentum and suspicion. No one opened the door. Why did they come in?

One of the servants put down the flower scissors and walked towards the gate.

Just halfway, the servant's steps slowed down, and her expression changed a little bit, and finally she became shocked.

She looked straight at Bo Jiayan, hard to believe.

"Less, less..." She murmured twice, but suddenly did not know what to call him.

Young master or prince?

She was stunned for a while. Bo Jiayan had slowly come to her and stood at a distance from her. Her voice was clear: "are the master and his wife here?"

The maid returned to her senses, quickly bowed her head, saluted and said, "yes, yes. Young master, I'll take you to see madam. She will be very happy to know that you are back

When the maid said this, she couldn't help feeling a little moved and her nose was sour.

Thinking about song Lifang's yearning for her son for more than a year, they felt sorry for her master.

"Well." Bo Jiayan answered lightly.

"Young master, this way, please." The maid wiped her eyes and made a gesture of invitation to bochayan.

"You stay here." Bo Jiayan whispered to the four bodyguards and followed the maid to the gate.

Bo's house was patrolled by bodyguards, and four people didn't go in with Bo Jiayan.

The hall of Fuhua was cleaned clean by the domestic servants. The marble floor is very beautiful, showing the cold feeling of stone.

The servant went upstairs to invite song Lifang and Bo Kun. Zhou's mother was working in the hall. She looked at Bo Jiayan and felt close to him, but she didn't dare to make any more moves.

But in front of Bo Jiayan, he burst into tears, kept wiping and laughing, and kept reading: "just come back, just come back."

At this time, even if he can't remember a bit of the past, looking at Zhou's mother's nose and tears, Bo Jiayan's mood was also affected.

He didn't know how to comfort him. He just extended his hand and patted Zhou's mother on the back.

This slightly tender move made Zhou's mother cry even more.

Bo Jiayan had to comfort her a few more times.

At this time, a trembling "Jiayan" came from the stairs, with all kinds of throbbing and missing, which made people tremble.

Bo Jiayan raised his eyes and looked at the stairs.

Song Lifang, dressed in white, is held by Bo Kun. Her clothes are a little loose, which makes her thin. Her face was a little pale, like her dress.

At this time of her, really no longer suitable for wearing white, will only make her look more haggard. Her sideburns hair, has been white, but she did not dye it black, let it white, against her face, a trace of old.

Bo Jiayan was slightly stunned.

Song Lifang in front of him is far from the picture he saw on the Internet. The photo of her, young, elegant, gentle generous, very temperament.

In front of her, song Lifang was just a weak woman who was getting old.

Bo Jiayan's eyes, deep, quietly and song Lifang looked at each other.

If you look at Bo Kun again, it seems that he is several years old,