The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

When the old man heard this, his expression suddenly changed and he said hurriedly: "What do you mean by your home and my home? This is your home."

But seeing that his great-grandson remained unmoved, the old man panicked and immediately said, "Okay, I'll fire her right away."

After saying that, he turned to look at Aunt Chen, and said in a cold voice: "Aunt Chen, you can go away!"

Aunt Chen felt like she was struck by lightning. Her legs softened and she fell to her knees: "No, old man..."

The old man just gave a wink, and the bodyguards beside him understood. They quickly stepped forward, held Aunt Chen on both sides, and dragged her out the door regardless of her struggles and cries.

Aunt Chen cast her eyes towards Madam Bo in panic, crying out at the top of her lungs: "Madam Bo, please help me, you have to support me..."

She hoped to turn the tide with the help of Mrs. Bo.

But now Mrs. Bo's mind is full of divorce, and she doesn't care about little Aunt Chen at all, so she turns a deaf ear to Aunt Chen's call for help.

Aunt Chen kept shouting, and her voice gradually faded away.

After Aunt Chen completely disappeared, the old man's tense expression relaxed. He turned to Erbao with a smile and said softly, "Can we eat now?"

That’s more like it! Erbao’s eyes flashed with cunning, and he happily picked up the chopsticks.

After the meal, Bo Sitian ordered people to take out various precious treasures for the little ones to choose from.

He and the old man wanted to present all the valuable things in the house to the four little ones.

The old man waved his hand proudly: "Take your pick and choose whatever you like. These will all be yours from now on. The good things of our Bo family must be passed on to you clever and lovely little kids."

The four little guys opened their eyes wide, dazzled by the dazzling array of rare treasures in front of them.

Erbao: "It turns out that our grandpa's house has so many treasures, it seems that there are even more than grandpa and grandma's."

Sibao: "Don't forget, our dad is the richest man."

Dabao was more calm and not very interested in these rare treasures, but was a little curious about the ancient paintings and books.

Sanbao was a thoughtful person. Unlike the others, while everyone else was immersed in the lively and happy atmosphere, he noticed Mrs. Bo who was looking unhappy.

Seeing Mrs. Bo leave the house, Sanbao quietly followed her.

Mrs. Bo walked all the way to the lake near the old house.

Seeing this, the confidant beside him hurried forward to persuade her: "Madam, today is a good day for family reunion, you..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mrs. Bo's angry shout: "Get out, all of you, get out, leave me alone for a while."

A few people didn't dare to persuade him anymore and quickly bowed and retreated.

After the servants and confidants had left, Sanbao hid behind a small tree, poked half of his head out, and watched Madam Bo sit by the lake with her back to the lake and her shoulders trembling slightly.

After a while, Mrs. Bo's crying was heard.

Sanbao frowned, listening to the bad grandma's crying getting louder and louder, and suddenly felt that the bad grandma was a bit pitiful.

Mrs. Bo sat on the ground and broke down crying, then slowly stood up and took a step forward.

She once thought she had a happy marriage and Bo Sitian's love.

But now I realize that all this was just my wishful thinking.

She had snatched Bo Sitian from Lady Chu, but she got him as a person but not his heart.

Her husband doesn't love her.

In her son's eyes, she is also a bad person.

His greatest wish was that Jingzhou could give birth to an heir to the Bo family. Now that this wish has been fulfilled, she has nothing to be nostalgic about.

Even if they were divorced, she still had to watch her husband get back together with that little bitch. It was an eyesore to her, and she simply couldn't stand it happening.

In that case, I might as well die.

Out of sight is pure.

Mrs. Bo hardened her heart and planned to jump into the river.

Sanbao watched her walk step by step towards the lake, his little face full of worry, wondering if the bad grandma was going to jump into the river?

Although he didn't like the bad grandma, he didn't want to see her actually jump into the river to commit suicide.

The little guy hesitated for a while, then ran to Mrs. Bo and handed her a tissue.

Mrs. Bo was immersed in sorrow. She looked at the little hand in front of her, stopped, and turned to look at Sanbao: "What are you doing?"

Sanbao said softly, "Wipe it for you, grandma, don't cry."

Mrs. Bo was brought back to her senses by the sudden childish voice. She was stunned for a moment, lowered her head, and the tears in her eyes became more and more violent, and she couldn't stop them.

The kind-hearted Sanbao didn't understand why the bad grandma cried even harder, and frowned helplessly.

Could it be that she still wants to jump into the river?

"If you're unhappy, just keep crying, but don't stand here. Mommy said the lakeside is dangerous." He persuaded in a baby voice, his eyes full of seriousness.

Hearing this, Mrs. Bo felt warm in her heart.

She was so sad and no one cared about her, but in the end only a little child cared about her.

Mrs. Bo sobbed for a long time, then gradually calmed down a little. She raised her hand to wipe her face, took the tissue handed to her by Sanbao, and choked up and said, "Thank you, you are a good child. You go back first. Grandma wants to be alone for a while."

Let her die, but don't scare the child.

This bit of kindness from the child became a faint but precious light in her dark world, but it was not enough to dispel all the haze, and her desire to commit suicide did not change.

Sanbao wrinkled his face and sighed.

At this moment, Erbao suddenly appeared, walked over and asked with a smile: "Bad grandma, are you going to jump into the river?"

Mrs. Bo's face changed.

Erbao continued, "I've seen photos. People who jump into rivers to die look hideous. Their pupils become dilated, their skin becomes pale and wrinkled like chicken skin, and they have purple corpse spots."

After saying that, Erbao used his hands to prop up his eyelids and made a face.

Mrs. Bo's mouth twitched, and she was so angry at Erbao's words that she had difficulty breathing.

She looked carefully and recognized him immediately. This was the little ghost who hit her on the head when she kicked the ball last time. Afterwards, he made faces at her and called her an old witch.

It seems that not all of these four children are well-behaved and sensible!

At least the one in front of us is a "devil" who knows how to poke people's sore spots and stir up trouble.

Erbao put his hands on his hips, his neck stiffened, and he raised his head and said, "If you want to jump, jump quickly. Don't dilly-dally. When you die, grandpa can marry a new grandma. I think the new grandma is good. She looks prettier and gentler."

Mrs. Bo suddenly felt her blood rushing up, her head buzzing, and her breath was stuck in her chest. After a while, she recovered and said stubbornly, "Who said I was going to jump into the river? I won't jump into the river!"

"Really? But grandpa is going to divorce you, and then you'll still jump into the river." Erbao looked innocent and tilted his head to continue to finish off the opponent.

Mrs. Bo shouted in a hoarse voice, "No, I won't jump into the river. Only cowards and incompetent people would think of jumping into the river."

After yelling, Mrs. Bo realized that the child was trying to provoke her and didn't want her to jump into the river.

My heart suddenly softened.

"Didn't you call me a bad grandma? Why did you save me?"