Kiss You, Sweetheart

But he did not fall down, just quietly dropped his hand, a sad face.

When something went wrong, Bo Jiayan stood up with a strong hand.

"Jiayan..." Ming Zongze called him. He also stood up, turned aside, and bowed to song Lifang and Bo Kun solemnly. His tone was sincere. "Mr. Bo, Mrs. Bo, thank you for your support and care for Jiayan in the past 28 years. Thank you for training him so well. On behalf of the people of K, I thank you for protecting the safety of their crown prince.

On behalf of my dead wife, I would like to say thank you. Her spirit in heaven should be comforted. "

With these words, Ming Yanyao bows to song Lifang and Bo Kun, and several bodyguards hurry to salute.

Only Bo Jiayan's brow was deeply locked, and his face was calm and frightening.

What does Ming Zongze mean by this?

In the face of Ming Zongze's thanks, Bo Kun's lips murmured, but he didn't say anything. Song Lifang, with a pale face, trembled and gasped, grasped the armrest of the sofa, shook her head and whispered, "no, no, I don't know what you're talking about. Gayan is my son. You don't want to rob him. You don't want to rob him. "

Song Lifang suddenly out of control, stood up and hugged Bo Jiayan, sobbing, "Jiayan, you are my mother's son, you can't leave my mother. Your surname is Bo. You've been Bo all your life. "

Bo Jiayan was held by song Lifang, and his eyes were cold and fierce. He swept Ming Zongze and Ming Yanyao: "what's the matter?"

With a smile and tears in his eyes, Ming Zongze looked at Bo Jiayan: "Jiayan, you are my son, my eldest son, and the first heir to the king of K kingdom."

Bo Jiayan's face became heavier. He was surprised but calm.

Ming Zongze said: "twenty eight years ago, ten days after you were born, I was assassinated. Your mother lost her life to protect you. On his deathbed, he entrusted you to Mr. and Mrs. Bo.

The totem around your neck is a token of love that I sent to your mother. It's because of it that we are reunited. "

"You talk nonsense, you talk nonsense, there is no hospice, there is no totem." Song Lifang was completely mad. She reached out and pulled the pendant around Bo Jiayan's neck. She lost her mind. "This thing is my amulet for my son, not a sentimental thing.

Jia Yan, don't listen to their nonsense. You are song Lifang's son, my son... "

Song Lifang's excitement was pitiful. Ming Zongze bowed to her again: "Madam Bo, I understand your feelings very much, but the royal blood must belong to the clan.

Jiayan is my eldest son and the successor of King K. His return will put an end to all kinds of struggles that the royal family is about to fight for the throne.

Mrs. Bo, thank you very much for your hard work in bringing up gayan over the past 28 years. If you want, gayan can continue to be your son. "

Son of a bitch!

Ha ha, song Lifang suddenly burst into a sad smile: "he is clearly my own son, why do you want to become a dry son? You go out, you go out, Bo family doesn't welcome you, you go... "

"Ah Fang." Bo Kun in the end rational, some out of control song Lifang in his arms, voice choked, "you rational point."

"How can I be rational? They come to rob my son..." Song Lifang struggles in Bo Kun's arms and loses her image.