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

Sibao curled his lips and hit the nail on the head: "Huh, can't you see that? He wants to become a family with us. Besides, I think he's quite ambitious and wants to replace Daddy and become his sister's new daddy!"

Sanbao also said: "He can't handle Mommy, so he goes to steal his sister."

These words reached Bo Jingzhou's ears.

His face instantly turned darker, and a cold, low-pressure aura emanated from his body.

After the four little treasures had dispersed, he walked over to Su Yutang and said, "We can't let Yanyan always rely on him like this. We must find a way to help Yanyan adapt."

A world of two people, with multiple men, always seems a little crowded.

What's more, Xiao Hengyu wanted to infiltrate their family.

Bo Jingzhou must take precautions before it happens.

Su Yutang also looked helpless. She had not expected that her daughter would be so dependent on Xiao Hengyu, to the point where she simply couldn't live without him.

But it seems that forced separation will only make Xiao Tangguo unhappy, because her daughter is closer to Xiao Hengyu.

She rubbed her brows and said, "I know. When Xiaoman comes back and things here are over, we will take Yanyan home immediately and let Xiao Hengyu stay with her for a few days."

Bo Jingzhou said "hmm" with a serious face.

For now, it seems that this is the only way.

The little cotton-padded jacket he had been looking forward to for so long actually became Xiao Hengyu's. It was really heartbreaking.

But what could he do? He could only bear it. He didn't want his daughter to cry so sadly every night.

......

Wen Xiaoman felt better because the masked man agreed to her request and reported to Su Yutang that he was safe.

She originally wanted to call Yutang in person, but the masked man said that too much contact would easily expose her and make Qiao Siyue discover the clues, so he asked her not to contact Yutang for the time being.

Although Wen Xiaoman was a little disappointed, he also understood that what he said made sense.

She couldn't help but look at this mysterious man again. After spending two days together, he seemed to have no ill will towards her and tried his best to meet her requests, but he just wouldn't show her what he looked like or tell her who he was.

Is he really ugly, or does he not want to tell her?

Wen Xiaoman believed the latter more. He definitely didn't want to tell her, but why didn't he want to show his true face?

She thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. Wen Xiaoman felt that she was too stupid. If she was smarter, maybe she would have figured it out.

The masked man would leave for an hour every morning, noon and evening, and he was not there at night either. Wen Xiaoman was alone most of the time, but he was always there during meal times.

The dishes are still made by the Chinese chef.

What made Wen Xiaoman uncomfortable was that he never ate with her, but just sat silently aside, as if... guarding her.

"Um... do you want to eat with us?" Wen Xiaoman couldn't help but invite him. She always felt it was awkward to be stared at while eating.

The masked man shook his head and said calmly: "No need."

Seeing that he insisted, Wen Xiaoman had no choice but to give up.

Perhaps to ease the embarrassment, he picked up a book and started reading.

Wen Xiaoman noticed that he used his left hand to turn the pages of the book.

Sometimes when picking up objects on the table, I habitually use my left hand first.

Is he left-handed?

This discovery made Wen Xiaoman pause slightly in his chopstick-holding hand.

Si Nian...is also left-handed.

When he lived in the rental house, he used his left hand to cut vegetables, cook, and write.

She had even laughed at him, saying he was a minority.

Also, when Si Nian was handling things, whether it was tidying up the room or reading some books that she couldn't understand, he was extremely focused and serious.

Wen Xiaoman was very familiar with this kind of concentrated look.

This was what Si Nian looked like when he tried over and over again in the kitchen in order to learn the dishes she mentioned casually.

Seriously... kind of cute.

She still remembered one time when there was a power outage in the rental house. She was timid and very scared. Si Nian asked her to hold a flashlight, and he repaired the circuit while comforting her. That sense of security was something she had never experienced before.

The light shone on his face, outlining a faint halo around his focused profile.

Wen Xiaoman looked at this scene, his eyes involuntarily becoming dull.

In a trance, the man in front of me seemed to overlap with the handsome figure in the depths of my memory who was carefully repairing circuits in the small rental house.

That familiar feeling, almost exactly the same.

My heart felt like it was gently bumped by something, and I felt a strange, slightly sour and astringent feeling.

She snapped back to reality and blinked hard.

How can it be……

What is she thinking about?

Si Nian, the man whose name was fake, had long since turned into the cold-blooded and ruthless Qiao Siyue.

How could he be the masked man in front of me with a mysterious identity?

There are many left-handed people in the world, and many of them are serious people. This doesn’t mean anything.

She must have lost her mind to have such an absurd association.

Wen Xiaoman shook his head, suppressed those unrealistic thoughts, picked up the water glass, and took a sip in a disguised manner.

I also reminded myself in my heart not to let my imagination run wild because of these coincidences in details.

At the same time, the man raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Xiaoman, and saw her frowning and shaking her head, as if she was thinking a lot.

After dinner, he left the room and went to the secret room. While drinking medicine, he listened to his confidant talking about Qiao Siyue's movements.

Qiao Siyue had already guessed that Wen Xiaoman was with him, but he hadn't found his residence yet. Just like the time when he was unconscious, Qiao Siyue couldn't find where he was, and didn't even know he was unconscious.

To him, Joshua was never anything.

As for his wedding photos with Wen Xiaoman, he naturally saw them as well.

When she was taking wedding photos with Qiao Siyue, it was obvious that she mistook Qiao Siyue for him. Whether she was willing or not, the smile on her face was very dazzling.

He was indeed jealous.

She was jealous that the person who stayed with her and took wedding photos with her wasn't him.

Jealous of the hand that Joshua placed on her waist in the photo, and the naked covetousness in his eyes.

That wedding dress was her dream.

He had also imagined what she would look like wearing it.

But he couldn't stand by her side, and he wouldn't have the chance in the future.

He carefully saved those photos. Even though the person in the photo was not him but his twin brother, in his heart, he imagined that person to be himself.

Imagine him standing next to Xiaoman in her wedding dress, holding her fingers and making a promise...

Although it is a bit self-deception, it is the only way to get a little comfort.

The violent emotional fluctuations triggered another bout of coughing, and a bitter taste rose in the throat.

The medicine that he had just drunk and had not yet been fully absorbed, mixed with a little blood, was all spat out, splashing onto the expensive carpet and leaving a glaring stain.