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

Two days passed like this.

There was a gentle knock on the study door, and the maid poked her head in timidly.

Xiao Hengyu saw the person coming and looked up and asked, "Has she eaten yet?"

The maid said truthfully: "Miss Su has eaten and is painting now."

draw?

Xiao Hengyu raised his eyebrows. She was actually in the mood to paint. Could it be that she had come to terms with it?

He stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."

The corridor was covered with thick carpet, completely absorbing the sound of footsteps.

Xiao Hengyu paused for a moment in front of Su Yutang's door, adjusted his expression, and then pushed the door open and walked in.

In the morning light, Su Yutang sat on a chair by the window, wearing the light blue home clothes he had chosen for her, and was concentrating on painting something on the sketchbook.

When she heard the door open, she didn't even turn her head, but just focused more on drawing, and the pencil made a rustling sound on the paper.

Xiao Hengyu took the initiative to come over, lowered his head and asked, "What are you drawing?"

Just as he was about to take a look, Su Yutang suddenly turned around and turned the drawing paper towards him, causing Xiao Hengyu to not see what was on her paper.

Xiao Hengyu was stunned for a moment, but he was not annoyed, and a smile still hung on his lips.

Although Su Yutang didn't like him, it didn't affect his good mood.

Su Yutang also felt that Xiao Hengyu seemed to be in a particularly good mood today.

He was indeed in a good mood, because this time Bo Jingzhou failed to find Lawrence again. His subordinates sent news that they had successfully rescued Lawrence, and now Bo Jingzhou was going crazy.

Thinking of Bo Jingzhou's furious look, Xiao Hengyu couldn't help laughing.

As long as Lawrence is still jumping around outside, Bo Jingzhou's attention will always be on him, and he will never think that Su Yutang is actually with him.

But Su Yutang didn't know this, and he wouldn't let her know.

Xiao Hengyu simply sat opposite her and watched Su Yutang paint.

The sunlight shone through the gauze curtain onto her profile, her eyelashes cast a tiny shadow on her cheek, and there was an almost invisible mole on the tip of her nose, which rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

She drew seriously, never looking up, and her pencil moved smoothly on the paper, sometimes pausing, sometimes sketching quickly.

Xiao Hengyu just kept looking at her, as if his eyes were glued to her.

Once upon a time, I saw Bo Jingzhou standing next to her, and his four sons who looked like Bo Jingzhou. The family of five looked dazzlingly happy.

Now, that picture has finally been broken.

Bo Jingzhou was wandering around the world like a headless fly, while Su Yutang was here, under his protection, gradually accepting the new reality.

Although the process is more difficult than he expected, the result will be worth it.

Su Yutang treated him as air, and the rustling sound of the pencil never stopped.

Xiao Hengyu noticed that she had turned a page of her drawing paper, but every time he wanted to look, she would cleverly cover it or turn around.

This little resistance would normally make him unhappy, but today he tolerated it and regarded it as a reward for her. After all, she had been very well behaved these past few days.

"Can you show it to me?" Half an hour later, Xiao Hengyu spoke again, his voice so gentle that water could drip out.

Su Yutang's hand paused for a second, then continued drawing: "It's not finished yet."

"It's okay, I'll just take a look..."

Su Yutang interrupted him, "Let's talk after you finish painting."

Xiao Hengyu narrowed his eyes and continued to wait patiently.

After waiting for about an hour, Su Yutang finally stopped.

After the rustling sound of the pencil stopped, Xiao Hengyu raised his head from the newspaper in his hand, with his usual gentle smile on his lips: "Let me see what you drew."

Unexpectedly, Su Yutang did not refuse this time.

She generously turned the sketchbook around and even held it out, seeming happy to share her work.

Xiao Hengyu leaned forward in a good mood, his eyes falling on the paper -

The next second, the smile on his face solidified.

On the sketch paper was a bust of a man, with a sharp jawline, a high nose bridge, and a pair of sharp eyes that could not be concealed even with just a pencil outline.

He was very familiar with this face.

Bo Jingzhou.

Su Yutang drew Bo Jingzhou!

The string in Xiao Hengyu's head suddenly broke, and his ears were buzzing.

His fingers tightened unconsciously, and the newspaper crumpled in his palm.

What did she remember? When did it happen? Did the medication wear off? Or did someone tell her something?

"Why draw this?" he asked stiffly.

During this period, Su Yutang had been observing Xiao Hengyu's expression.

She noticed the sharp contraction of his pupils. Was he angry, or did he know this man?

Hearing his question, she slowly spoke: "I had a dream last night. I dreamed of a man. I was afraid that I would forget it, so I drew it..."

She tilted her head with a confused expression, "I feel like I should know him. Do you know him?"

Xiao Hengyu's tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

Was it just a dream? It seemed that her memory had not yet recovered, only some fragments had surfaced in her subconscious.

Fortunately, the situation is still under control.

"do not know."

He shook his head, the corners of his mouth drooping uncontrollably, his voice filled with obvious anger, "Tangtang, you've been painting for so long, all you've done is paint a man from your dream?"

He leaned forward and asked, "Aren't you worried that I'll get jealous?"

Su Yutang blinked, looking innocent: "Jealous?"

"Yes, I would be jealous."

He looked at her with a dark look in his eyes, "So, now you draw one for me too."

Su Yutang turned her wrist and frowned: "But my hands are sore, I don't want to draw anymore."

After saying that, she yawned exaggeratedly, stood up and walked to the bed, throwing the sketchbook casually on the sofa.

Xiao Hengyu gritted his teeth in anger.

Especially when he saw the painting that looked so much like Bo Jingzhou, his anger surged to his head.

He grabbed the sketchbook and wanted to tear up the painting, but stopped at the last moment. He couldn't do that because it would reveal his loss of control.

Taking a deep breath, he told himself that this was just an accident. Su Yutang had not yet recovered her memory, and it was just her subconscious that was at work.

"Rest if you're tired," he said calmly, placing the sketchbook back on the coffee table. "What do you want for dinner? I'll cook it myself."

Su Yutang made the bed with her back to him, her voice vague: "Whatever."

Xiao Hengyu stared at her back for a few seconds, then turned and left the room.

As soon as the door closed, his expression changed immediately and he walked quickly towards the study.

After locking the door, he dialed the number.

"Is there something wrong with the medicine?" he asked bluntly, "She started dreaming about Bo Jingzhou."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds. "Dreams are expressions of the subconscious, and medication can't completely control them. Did she see any stimulus?"

Xiao Hengyu recalled the past few days. There were no photos, no TV, and he even made sure that the newspapers and magazines delivered to him would not contain Bo Jingzhou's name or image.

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