Kiss You, Sweetheart

But a mother, how can she watch the enemy kill her son? She tries her best to protect her son and finally let him be saved.

When Ming Zongze found his wife, she was dead, but the peaceful smile at the corner of her mouth made him understand that their son was safe and sound.

After he became king, he began to search for his son. But he did not dare to openly look for, afraid of dormant in the dark enemy, found that his successor is still alive.

More than 20 years later, my son has not been heard from, and a new round of political situation is about to start turbulence.

The position of monarch without his eldest son has always been paved with blood, just like he did at the beginning.

As his eldest son, his brother should have inherited the throne, but he died in his teens because of a serious illness. From then on, everyone coveted the throne.

Now, if his eldest son is still alive, he can avoid a bloody repetition. His son is a rightful successor. He does not need to vote in parliament, nor does he need the support of any political power. He is the rightful king of K.

Now, this successor has appeared, still so outstanding, has been active in the international community, attracting attention.

But Bo Jiayan is very low-key. His only TV interview was the day when he was the president of Bo family. On that day, the totem was wrongly put on Song Zhixin's neck.

Ming Zongze only saw bojiayan on that day. I never thought that it was my son.

He just has a good feeling for him.

Maybe, that's the button of consanguinity.

"Go and see him." Ming Zongze said in a deep voice.

Bo's building, the square is full of flowers.

Ming Zongze's car stops on the opposite side of the square in a low-key way. A big tree on the sidewalk casts a shadow, and the light between the leaves sprinkles on the luxurious car body.

The gate of Bo's mansion was pushed open, and a group of people came out. Bo Jiayan was dressed in black clothes, with extraordinary bearing, and stepped into the dust of the king's temperament, which made the golden sunshine fade, and all the light gathered on him.

"Dad, he's out." Ming Yanyao said lightly.

Ming Zongze, who is keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opens his eyes, and his eyes fall on Bo Jiayan precisely. He was brilliant, so dazzling, high above.

Ming Zongze's eyes were filled with deep emotion, and his expression was slightly moved. His eyes followed Bo Jiayan's figure until he got into a maseratiri parked at the side of the square.

"He's my son." Ming Zongze's tone was firm. He patted Ming Yanyao's hand, and a gentle smile came from the corner of his mouth. "You two have the same temperament when you are quiet. His profile, in fact, is very much like her

Mingyande knew that she was bojiayan's dead mother.

"When will you recognize him?" Ming Yankui asked.

Ming Zongze did not speak, but slowly turned his head, looking at the calm Ming Yanyao, eyes have some insight.

"Ah, why do you do this?"

"What?"

"Help dad find him." Ming Zongze breathed a sigh, "you know, once dad recognized him, then the monarch's inheritance will undoubtedly belong to him. And you will lose the right to inherit. Ao, don't you want to be king?