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

When he heard the word "Mommy", Bo Jingzhou's eyelids twitched slightly.

Under the supervision of the four little treasures, Bo Jingzhou had to complete every task.

The only thing they didn’t stop was the four little treasures from putting a pink princess dress on little Ayan.

Perhaps subconsciously, he also mistook little Ayan for Yanyan.

After taking care of little Ayan, my cell phone vibrated.

Bo Jingzhou glanced at the caller ID, handed little Ayan to Zhang Suo who was standing by, and walked quickly outside.

"Liz won't see me." Eric's voice came through the microphone, "But I've found her approximate location. I'm now guarding one of the three places she might be hiding. If I can't see her, I'll take my men and break in."

Bo Jingzhou frowned slightly.

It's not surprising that Eric was able to find Liz, after all, the two of them have a unique connection.

But it was strange that Liz didn't see Ari.

With Liz's personality, if she caught a bargaining chip like Su Yutang, she would definitely be eager to threaten and show off.

Then, Ai Rui said on the phone again: "But I doubt Sister Yutang is with her. If she is with Liz, she will definitely negotiate with me or threaten me. She won't see me unless there is a possibility... She is feeling guilty now."

This idea coincided with Bo Jingzhou's.

If Su Yutang was really in Liz's hands, given Liz's style, she should have proposed an exchange long ago.

But if Su Yutang is not in Liz's hands, where would she be?

"Keep watching Liz," Bo Jingzhou said. "If she's also looking for someone, she'll definitely take action."

After hanging up the phone, Bo Jingzhou stood by the window in deep thought.

Liz, Bron Castle, we've searched everywhere we could, Yutang, where are you?

Just as I was thinking about it, Erbao's little head popped out: "Daddy, little Ayan has pooped again..."

Bo Jingzhou put his thoughts aside for the time being and followed Erbao back to continue taking care of little Ayan.

Little Ayan was lying on the changing table, and his four brothers were on high alert, wearing small masks and gloves, holding wet wipes in their hands, looking as if they were facing a great enemy.

Bo Jingzhou rolled up his sleeves, skillfully untied the diaper, and gently cleaned little Ayan.

Little Ayan didn't cry or make a fuss, he just stared at everyone's faces curiously.

Suddenly, Sibao's unintentional words caught his attention.

"Xiao Ayan looks different from us."

"That's because he looks like Mommy." Erbao said, "When he smiles, he looks just like Mommy."

Sanbao looked puzzled: "When has little Ayan ever laughed?"

Erbao argued: "Last night, when you were all asleep, little Ayan smiled at me."

Everyone was dubious.

Then, Erbao added: "Actually, I missed my mommy. Since I couldn't see her, I went to see my little brother..."

Being interrupted by Erbao, Bo Jingzhou didn't think much about it and continued to change little Ayan's diaper and tie the bow on her pink skirt.

The four sons also insisted that the younger brother should continue to be the younger sister.

"Daddy is so powerful..." Erbao sighed softly, "I don't even dare to touch him."

"You will too when you become a dad."

As soon as Bo Jingzhou said this, Erbao immediately fell silent.

At night, Bo Jingzhou thought of Su Yutang, and his longing flooded like a flood.

Because he missed Su Yutang so much, he asked someone to bring little Ayan over and put him next to him.

He stood in front of the crib, trying to find traces of Su Yutang on little Ayan's face.

Unfortunately, little Ayan was sleeping very soundly with his eyes closed, and I never saw his smiling face.

Her small chest rose and fell evenly, and her eyelashes cast two fan-shaped shadows on her cheeks.

He gently stretched out his hand, his fingertips hovering above little Ayan's cheek, but he did not let go.

Bo Jingzhou was afraid of waking him up, but he was even more afraid that even if he touched her, he wouldn't be able to find any trace of Su Yutang.

Yearning spreads like the night, silent but pervasive.

There was a slight noise behind me.

Bo Jingzhou turned around vigilantly, but saw four small figures holding pillows, standing quietly at the bedroom door.

"Daddy..." Sanbao called softly, his voice still nasal, "We can't sleep..."

Bo Jingzhou looked at the time, it was 2:15 in the morning.

He should have scolded them and told them to go back to bed, but when he saw four pitiful looks, he swallowed back all the words of blame.

"Come in," he said softly, patting the big bed beside him.

The four little ones immediately filed in and climbed onto the king-sized bed using their hands and feet.

Erbao skillfully occupied the side where Su Yutang usually slept, buried his face deeply in the pillow, and took a deep breath.

"Hmm, and the smell of mommy..." he said sullenly.

That statement opened the floodgates.

Sanbao suddenly sobbed softly: "I miss Mommy..."

Sibao's eyes immediately turned red, and even Dabao, who was usually the strongest, bit his lips and his face was tense.

......

Darkness. Endless darkness.

Then there was a little light, like a needle tip piercing through thick velvet, tiny but sharp.

Su Yutang swam towards the light, his limbs feeling heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Pain returned before consciousness did—a burning pain in the abdomen, a dull ache from the restraints on my wrists, a stabbing pain in the back of my neck.

Memories came flooding back, yet shattered into pieces that could not be pieced together.

The lights in the delivery room were blinding.

She clutched the bed sheet tightly, sweat soaking her back.

Some people shouted "Push harder" and some reported their heart rates.

Then there was a loud cry, and she fell back on the pillow exhausted, tears mixed with sweat flowing into her temples.

"Child...let me see the child..." Her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

The nurse came closer with the swaddling clothes in her arms. She tried hard to lift her heavy eyelids, but she only had time to see a pink little face before she was interrupted by a sudden commotion.

The window was broken, accompanied by screams and the cold feeling of needles piercing the skin.

The last image before darkness swallowed my sight was the nurse holding her child tightly and retreating in fear...

"Yan Yan..." Su Yutang murmured in a coma, blood oozing from her cracked lips, "Yan Yan..."

"She's still not awake?" A deep male voice came from not far away.

Su Yutang wanted to open her eyes and ask them where they had taken her child, but her consciousness sank into the abyss of darkness again.

This time, she dreamed that she was standing in front of a door and heard a baby crying from behind the door.

She knocked on the door desperately, but it wouldn't open.

"Yanyan, don't touch my Yanyan..."

Su Yutang continued to struggle in the nightmare.

Not far away, the man's face flickered.

"Save her! No matter the cost, we must save her!"